Her First Man

Aria and Will walk in for a couples massage expecting oil and relaxation. Instead the masseuse turns out to be Lexi – yes, that Lexi – her very hot, very naked-brain level, lesbian ex. They kind of blink at each other, shrug, and climb on the mats anyway, because everyone’s chill and the place already smells expensive. Lexi starts sliding around on Will, skin-on-skin, and suddenly the room gets quiet in a way that says, “well this escalated.” Turns out the naked chick on top of him isn’t a robot. Lexi’s nipples perk up, her breathing gets short. Before she can talk herself out of it, she’s touching him like she means it. Aria watches with a tiny smirk. “Want a test drive?” she offers, because why not. She gives directions like it’s a cooking show and Lexi actually follows them, tentative hands getting braver by the second. She lines him up and sinks down with that “huh, so that’s new” face, a little moan breaking the silence. Aria lasts maybe two minutes tops before climbing on too. She kisses Lexi first, tongue and history, then grabs Will and angles him back toward her. Three bodies, six hands, a lot of sliding – tits against backs, fingers everyplace that drips. Will keeps getting tugged from one slick hole to another until nobody’s keeping score. Somewhere in the middle, someone’s phone buzzes, totally ignored. Oil glistens, someone laughs, someone else comes hard against somebody’s mouth. It ends exactly the way a revenge-group-grope should: sweaty, loud, and somehow they still leave a tip.