Bad Behavior

Paige stands at her bedroom door, banging on it. She and her friends are starving. They need the bathroom, too. Her mother says Paige has her own bathroom and keeps the door locked anyway—they’re grounded. Paige stomps back to her room where Adria and Jill sit waiting. The three of them argue. Can Paige’s mother really punish everyone? Adria and Jill bitch about their boyfriends. Paige tells them to shut up. They just saw the guys. Are they that desperate? The girls start grabbing each other, teasing. Paige looks away, cheeks hot. She admits it’s weird. Adria grins. If she wants, they’ll play with each other. Their mouths meet, tongues sliding. The kiss gets wetter, louder, right there on Paige’s sheets. Paige bolts into her bathroom and slams the door. The sounds slip through. She squeezes her thighs together. When the noises stop, she cracks the door open again, curious. Adria and Jill spring back into the kiss, playing for the audience now. Paige slips out, inching closer. “On my bed,” she whispers, half protest, half invitation. Fingers trail down her thighs. Her nipples go tight under Adria’s palm. Jill’s tongue circles her clit. Paige gives in fast, grinding, gripping hair, mouth open. She turns, spreads Adria wide, laps until Adria’s hips jerk. Jill moans into Paige’s ear while Paige fingers her slow and deep. The three of them move together, wet and loud, never thinking about the locked door again.