Finally, things were going Ami's direction. Her ill-fated bet to use a game of strip-poker to catch a glance at Kurt's cock after all of Jenny's lustful bragging had backfired when she overplayed her hand and wound up on her knees sucking off Kurt's Hipster Douche friend from high school. But now the Hipster Douche had folded almost immediately, and she held a king-high straight against Jenny and Kurt. They'd both already wagered the rest of their clothes, but Ami's extreme raise last game left her eager to use the same tactic on Kurt. As much as she'd loathed sucking the Hipster Douche's cock, and especially having him spray her face with his cum in front of her friends, she felt positively eager to repeat the performance with Kurt's legendary member.
"Raise," Ami announced, "Oral." Now, to see where this leads.
"Fold," Kurt replied, dropping his cards on the table, and Ami's heart skipped a beat. Why would he fold? Wasn't he attracted to her? She'd seen him sneaking glances at her body all night as the game had revealed more and more, and he'd watched with animalistic intensity as she serviced Hipster Douche. But why would he fold? Worst case scenario, he'd have to eat her out.
"Call," Jenny responded with a confident smirk. Ami saw a grin crack through Kurt's poker face, and she realized his true goal - the ultimate male fantasy. Now, with him out of the game, he would get to see his girlfriend and her bandmate go to town on each other, with either winner offering him a fantastic show. Ami couldn't help but acknowledge his cunning with a nod of her head before tapping the table in kind. Jenny laid down three kings, but her expression of triumph faltered when Ami laid down her straight. For a moment, Ami grinned at the irony that something called a "straight" would lead to this.
Ami pushed back from the table and watched as Jenny stood to remove her panties, giving Kurt a saucy wink before turning back to Ami. In one of their many over-long, liquor-fueled "breaks" during practice, they'd each confessed that they were curious what it was like to be with another woman, but neither had ever seen it through. Ami hadn't gone further than some drunken makeout sessions with their ex-drummer, while Jenny confessed only to some backroom groping with a hot butch they'd met at a club a few months ago. Jenny dropped to her hands and knees and began to playfully stalk across the room towards Ami, keeping her gaze locked the whole time. Upon reaching her, Jenny placed her hands on Ami's knees and brought herself to eye level, hovering inches before her face for a few moments.
"Are...are you cool with this," Ami asked in a whisper, almost taken aback by Jenny's display of enthusiasm. Instead of responding, Jenny leaned in and kissed her passionately, her lips pulling at Ami's with vigor and passion. After a moment, she broke their kiss and moved to the side, kissing along Ami's jawline until she could nibble at her earlobe.
"I've always wanted to taste you," Jenny purred into her ear, eliciting a soft gasp of anticipation before she bit the side of Ami's neck. Ami grabbed her and held her close, her back arching as Jenny nibbled her way down. The bites turned to kisses as Jenny descended further, and Ami's eyes fluttered shut as Jenny's lips traced a path up her left breast. When Jenny found her way to the nipple, she fastened her lips around it with sudden vigor, causing Ami to buck and moan loudly. She peeked through almost-lidded eyes and saw Kurt stroking himself through his boxers, and luxuriated in the thought of him pleasuring himself to the sight of his girlfriend playing with Ami's nipple.