Sharing Our Crush

Kimmy Kimm and Alison Rey just moved into their new place. Across the hall lives the legendary Penny Barber, and today she’s sitting on their couch, fresh from watching their student short. She’s smiling, telling them they’ve got something special, maybe festival-worthy. Kimmy and Alison should be thrilled. Instead they keep sneaking looks at Penny’s legs, her smile, the way her blouse stretches over her chest. When she asks what’s wrong, the words tumble out. Kimmy blurts that they’ve both been crushing on her. Alison nods like she’s been holding her breath. Penny’s eyebrows lift, then she laughs, soft and surprised. Before she can finish the compliment, both girls reach for her. Hands brush, tug, a tiny tug-of-war starts over her wrist. Penny sighs, amused, and says they don’t have to fight. She can be shared. She guides Kimmy’s mouth to one breast while Alison gets the other, shirts shoved up, bras tugged aside. Penny’s nipples harden under eager tongues. Alison’s small chest presses against Penny’s side; Kimmy’s fuller curves brush her opposite arm. Fingers slide lower. Kimmy traces circles over Penny’s clit through thin panties; Alison slips two fingers inside, slow and steady. Penny sighs, head tipped back, one hand stroking each girl’s hair while the room fills with soft, wet sounds and the occasional muffled giggle.