Happy Panty-Versary

Codi’s sitting cross-legged on the bed, doom-scrolling Zariah’s search history like it’s an Olympic sport. One pair of peep-show panties keeps popping up: black lace, open in back, built for easy back-door access. Codi smirks, bums a late-night order on her phone, and hides the package until anniversary morning. Zariah steps out of the bathroom wearing the very same brand, same ridiculous opening in back, lace riding the curve of her ass like she ordered it the week before. They lock eyes, each realizes the trick, and the giggles turn gutter-fast. Zariah spins Codi around, both sets of panties already half-way open, fingers sinking straight where they both want them. The stretch feels intentional now—funny, filthy, perfectly mutual—and the only sound is giggling spilling into the wet slap of skin as they try to out-surprise each other before breakfast even clocks in.