Dream team

Three girls are ready when you walk in. Courtney’s got that half-smile and exotic wink that always sets people off laughing. Ariel sprawls in the middle, raven hair fanned across the pillow, already twisting the double-headed toy in her hands. Lana—still the easy-going teen of the bunch—leans back against the headboard, knees open, getting the room hot just by the way she looks at the other two. The bed’s wide, the light’s low, and they’re clearly planning to spend the whole afternoon tangled together. You can feel the charge the second Courtney pats the sheets and says, "Hop in."