Maggie’s home for the summer. Tonight she’s throwing a small reunion so she can see the girls she grew up with—Lea, Rachel, and Morgan. On paper she’s straight. In every private, aching inch of her she isn’t. The secret keeps her stomach tight whenever Morgan’s name comes up. Her friend Jemma knows. They’re careful, they’re quiet, and they fuck like they’ve been counting the days. Jemma pulls her onto the bed, spreads her open, and works her until Maggie’s breath breaks and her thighs shake. The orgasm leaves her softer, steadier—just enough to face what’s coming. Afterward Jemma helps hang streamers and set out cups. She promises to slip away before anyone mistakes her for a girlfriend. They’re almost finished when Virginia, Maggie’s older sister, wanders through and drops a teasing remark about Morgan. Virginia’s grin says she might already know. Lea and Rachel show up first. Then Morgan steps inside—with someone new. Kate. Morgan’s girlfriend. The word lands like a stone. Maggie smiles, nods, swallows the rest. Later the bottle spins across the floor. Each wet kiss makes Maggie feel more alone. She mumbles an excuse and retreats down the hall. Her fingers find her clit fast and rough; she comes with her forehead against the closet door, trying to quiet the hurt. When she returns, the game is still going. Virginia has taken Lea somewhere private. The pizza arrives and the driver asks an innocent question that slices straight through Maggie’s chest. Morgan is laughing with Kate. The night feels further away than ever.
Maggie’s home for the summer. Tonight she’s throwing a small reunion so she can see the girls she grew up with—Lea, Rachel, and Morgan. On paper she’s straight. In every private, aching inch of her she isn’t. The secret keeps her stomach tight whenever Morgan’s name comes up. Her friend Jemma knows. They’re careful, they’re quiet, and they fuck like they’ve been counting the days. Jemma pulls her onto the bed, spreads her open, and works her until Maggie’s breath breaks and her thighs shake. The orgasm leaves her softer, steadier—just enough to face what’s coming. Afterward Jemma helps hang streamers and set out cups. She promises to slip away before anyone mistakes her for a girlfriend. They’re almost finished when Virginia, Maggie’s older sister, wanders through and drops a teasing remark about Morgan. Virginia’s grin says she might already know. Lea and Rachel show up first. Then Morgan steps inside—with someone new. Kate. Morgan’s girlfriend. The word lands like a stone. Maggie smiles, nods, swallows the rest. Later the bottle spins across the floor. Each wet kiss makes Maggie feel more alone. She mumbles an excuse and retreats down the hall. Her fingers find her clit fast and rough; she comes with her forehead against the closet door, trying to quiet the hurt. When she returns, the game is still going. Virginia has taken Lea somewhere private. The pizza arrives and the driver asks an innocent question that slices straight through Maggie’s chest. Morgan is laughing with Kate. The night feels further away than ever.
