Fantasy For Three

Charlotte cracked an eye open and spotted Victoria going at herself right next to her. “So, what’s the movie in your head?” she teased. Victoria smiled, slow and wicked. “You and a dick,” she said, like she was naming her favorite ice-cream flavor. Turns out her girl’s favorite reel lately was Charlotte getting railed in the ass while Victoria kicked back and watched the show. Charlotte had some dirt under her fingernails from her straight-girl days, so the fantasy fit like a custom glove. Heat prickled under her skin. In her head already, the script had a lead: Christian at the office, muscles for days and a reputation that would either prove or disprove itself in two minutes flat. Flash-forward three evenings and the trio found the bed occupied by Charlotte on her knees, mouth open, while Victoria sat against the headboard with her thighs spread and her breath short. Christian lined up behind Charlotte, grabbed two handfuls of hip, and sank into her ass in one firm stroke. Victoria watched her girlfriend stretch around every inch. When the pace picked up—skin slapping, moans overlapping—she couldn’t stay on the sidelines. She crawled forward, pressed her tongue to Charlotte’s clit, and the three of them melted into a sweaty, rolling tangle of spit, sweat, and slick. No rewind button, no forgetting.