Five minutes later, the four of us were piling into a taxi. I told the driver my address, and we were on our way.

I felt extremely bad for the taxi driver. For 15 minutes he was stuck with four very drunk, very giddy, eighteen year old lesbians in his car. Spencer couldn’t seem to keep her hands off of me, and it looked like Bailey and her new friend Jenny were getting along well. Jenny was straddling Bailey, and Bailey had her face buried in Jenny’s neck. I could hear some sucking noises and laughed. Jenny was going to have fun trying to explain to her parents how she got the huge red mark on her neck.

“I can’t wait to get up to your bed Ashley.” Spencer said as she was nibbling on my ear.

Believe me, I couldn’t wait either.

When we arrived at the front gate of my house, we paid the driver and gave him a sweet tip. He thanked us very kindly, and told us not to get into any trouble tonight. I kinda knew he was saving up the memories of our faces and our cab ride for later, when he was in the privacy of his own house. But wouldn’t you if four hot lesbians were all over each other in the back of your car?

We stumbled into the house, and headed into the kitchen. I mixed everyone a big glass of my favorite drink (Bolls Blue, Raspberry Sour Puss and 7up) while Bailey rolled up a killer finger hash joint. I went over to the stereo, threw in five cds and hit the shuffle button.

We sat there for a couple hours, listening to music and getting even more drunk. Jenny and Bailey were really hitting it off, and I was really enjoying a drunk Spencer.

At five a.m. we grabbed a couple of blankets and went out on the deck to watch the sunrise. We sat, me and Spencer with one blanket and Bailey and Jenny with another, smoked another doobie and watched the sun come up. As soon as it made it’s way into the clear sky, we decided it was probably time to call it a night.

We parted ways, Spencer leading me by the hand to my bedroom, and Bailey and Jenny heading to the room where Bailey was spending the summer.