Disclaimer: Don't own a damn thing. The characters all belong to the Amy Sherman Palladino and the WB. I do not own Cyndi Lauper's Girls Just Wanna Have Fun or Barry White's Just Can't Get Enough Of Your Love.

Rating: R - It's gonna get heated. It won't go to NC-17 but you've been warned.

Pairings: It's a surprise.

Dedication: Naters, Susie, Surya, Liza and Priya. God bless their gutter minds.

Author's Rambling's: Yes, I know. You're wondering: how does she do it? I honestly don't know. The idea for this fic has been driving me crazy so I wrote it. It's not going to be that long so just bear with me and enjoy.

Prologue: Girls Just Wanna Have Fun

That's all they really want/some fun/when the working day is done
girls - they want to have fun/oh girls just want to have fun

Rory Gilmore tied the belt of her robe around her waist in her childhood room as the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of her first guest. She grinned broadly as she checked her appearance in the mirror and then rushed to the front door to answer it. She wrenched the door open in her excitement and squealed upon seeing the visitor, as if she'd seen her after years and not a couple of hours ago.

"You made it!" She grappled her oldest and dearest friend to her in a fierce hug. "This is going to be so much fun."

Lane Rygalski laughed as she hugged Rory back. "Jesus Rory! What did you do: drink all the champagne?"

"I'm just happy," she replied as she dragged Lane further into the foyer. She clapped her hands together with glee. "This is going to be so much fun."

"Only you would be excited about a couple of twenty-six year olds meeting in Stars Hollow for a slumber party," a voice drawled from the door that Rory had forgotten to close again in her exhilaration.

"Louise!" Rory showed her Chilton classmate the same enthusiasm as she pulled the bleach blonde into a hug.

Louise, despite her earlier remark, returned the hug and smiled over the brunette's shoulder. "Hello Lorelai. Doctor."

They headed into the Gilmore house too unload some groceries Louise had brought from her own home. Junk food was a more apt description. They chatted about a few of the current on-goings in Stars Hollow, filling each other in on gossip and the like.

A few moments later, someone was at the back door, an order accompanying the banging. "Gilmore, open this door!"

The three women looked at each other and sighed simultaneously, "Paris."

Paris Gellar Mariano waddled into the kitchen, a trolley bag trailing behind her. She was, of course, scowling - and four and a half months pregnant. Rory kissed her cheek and then leaned down and reached for her belly. "Touch my stomach and die, Gilmore."

"Aw, please?" Rory pouted.

"You're so pathetic."

"But you love me anyway," the brunette replied and then addressed her friend's unborn child. "Looks like Mommy's in a bad mood. Did she fight with Daddy?"

"Men are bastards," she complained as she lowered herself into a chair at the table, not bothering to help with the preparations. "The lot of them."

"You've noticed, huh?" Lane said as she ripped open a bag of potato chips and dumped them into a plastic bowl.

"The trouble is," Louise stated as she popped a chip in her mouth and chewed. "God gave them a brain and a dick and only enough blood to run one at a time."

"Amen," the other three echoed in unison.

"Oh this is such a cliché. Us - pigging out on junk food and bitching and moaning about men - tell me again why we're doing this, Ror?" Lane criticized.

"Because," Rory said filling up pink glasses with soda, "this maybe one of the few chances were all together for a couple of days at a stretch. With all of our busy schedules and the miles separating us, it was the only thing I could think of to get us here before we become jaded, miserable, old people."

"Sentimental fool," Paris muttered under her breath but loud enough for everyone to hear. Rory grabbed a handful of popcorn out of the Smart Food bag and threw it at her. Her brows furrowed and she looked around the kitchen. "Aren't we missing someone?"

"Your pregnancy is clouding your perception, I see," Lane observed as she picked up the tray of chips and popcorn and headed to the living room; the other quickly followed suit.

"Maddie," Louise sighed in disdain, answering Paris question as she examined her nails. "She's probably lost."

The women opted to go change into the PJs while they waited for their last friend to arrive. They wandered through the house, yelling at each from rooms, taking advantage of the fact that it was empty and they weren't disrupting Lorelai who was spending the night at her parents with Christopher. The screaming and yelling reminded Rory of her youth spent in this house, shouting to her mother at the top of her lungs – and her mother yelling back louder.

She hoped one day she would have a house full of shouting kids. Her gaze landed on the diamond ring on her finger and a soft smile curve her lips as she thought of the man who gave it to her, his blue eyes shining with love and pleasure as he slid it on.

Fifteen minutes later, as they each found a spot in the living room that was comfortable for them, the women curled up watched as the front door flew open and a familiar figure came running in, her eyes wild and her raven hair a mess, a small duffel bag dangling from her shoulder. She opened her mouth and words gushed out. "Sorry I'm late. Boyfriend…me…kept me busy. Forgot about Monty. Brought movies. Ooh Lane, did you cut your hair. It's beautiful."

After they joked about Madeline's forgetful ways, her insatiable sex life with Brad Langford and after she had changed into her own PJs, they settled down.

"So, it's been awhile since I've slept over," Lane started, smoothing out her plaid pajamas and tucked her hair behind her ear. "What exactly are we supposed to do?"

All eyes turned to the hostess, who shrugged. "Beats me."

"Well then…" Louise said as she laid down, barely wrinkling her lavender silk pajamas in the process. "I'm off to sleep."

"Louise." Rory tugged at her arms. "Get up, Lou. I'll think of something."

Madeline smiled brightly. "We can watch movies."

"We can watch movies in a theatre," Paris pointed out.

"Food fight?" Lane said.

"Has to be spontaneous. Besides, Paris is too fat to move," Louise teased, causing said pregnant woman to hit her on the head with a pillow. "Ooh, I got it!"

"Share!"

"Truth or dare," the blonde said, raising her perfect eyebrow. When she saw doubt etched on her friend's faces, she pleaded her case. "It's the ultimate girl game. Remember that episode of 90210? I think it was in the first season. Wow, the nineties. Anyway, it was so much fun."

"Didn't Kelly end up telling the story of her horrible first time?" Rory stated.

Louise dismissed it with a wave of her hand. "Not the point."

Madeline shrugged. "I'm game."

Reluctantly, everyone else agreed and Rory left to find an empty bottle, when she came back, everyone was sitting on the floor in a circle. She took her place in between Madeline and Paris and spun the bottle.

It landed on Lane.

"Ah, the good Dr. Rygalski." Louise clapped her hands in delight, and looked at Paris. "You wanna ask her a question, Gellar?"

Paris gazed at Lane levelly. "Truth or dare?"

The brunette bit her lower lip. "Truth."

Louise leaned in a whispered something in Paris' ear. "Well if you want to provide me with a question, why don't you just ask it?" she snapped. "Fine. How old were you when you lost your virginity?" 

Lane colored a bit but answered evenly. "Twenty."

"With Dave?" Louise asked intrigued.

"Ah-ah," Rory chided and reached for the bottle. "That's two questions, Forester."

The game started to wear thin when they ran out of juicy questions to ask and no one even considered a dare. Paris sighed and leaned back again the sofa ready to give up. "Any more wonderful ideas, Lou?"

"Yes," she answered with a regal nod of her head. "With all these questions we're asking about love and sex, without really delving into the latter, I got the perfect thing to do."

"What's that?" Madeline asked intrigued, as she sipped her Coke.

"Share our most intimate, most wildly passionate sexual encounters with our respective significant others. I'm talking every vivid detail, every whispered word, and every orgasm," she said with a saucy grin. "I want to know where, when, how and why."

"What?" Rory asked, her eyes bulging. "You can't be serious."

"As a heart attack."

"You sound like Jess," Paris muttered.

"Speaking of whom," Louise said as she leaned forward. "There must be something you do in bed that made a man like Jess cater to your every whim and settle down. Spill sister."

"No way," the woman protested as she shifted from her position on the floor.

"If we can't share this with each other, who can we share it with?"

"Well, we obviously shared it with our men." Lane quipped.

"I think it'll be fun," Madeline finally said, chewing her bottom lip. "I've always wondered how the boys were in bed. This is the next best thing."

"Well you and Brad sure have an interesting sex life," Rory pointed out with a grin, warming up to the idea as long as she didn't have to go first. There were quite a lot of encounters with Tristan she remembered vividly; it was going to be hard to choose. "Why don't you tell us about the best sex you've ever had with Brad. We're all just as curious about Langford's, uh, sexual prowress."

Madeline looked at the others who nodded. She clapped happily and leaned back against the couch, making herself comfortable. She grinned widely and addressed her friends and sighed dreamily. "All right girls, close your eyes. It's gonna be a bumpy ride. Literally."

To Be Continued…