And Roomie Makes Three

Lisey steps through the door stiff from the day, shoulders tight, calling out for Liv. Silence answers. She moves down the hall toward her roommate’s room, ready to warn her she’s home early, then stops dead in the open doorway. Liv kneels on the bed in her underwear, working oil-slick hands over Kat Monroe’s naked body. Liv blurts that Kat is a classmate from massage school and they’re just practicing. Both of them spot Lisey’s sore posture and offer to help. Lisey hesitates, but the pull of promised relief wins out. Soon she’s stripped down and stretched on the sheets. Oil-slick palms glide over her back, hips, thighs. She stays oblivious while Liv and Kat exchange lingering looks, fingers slipping farther than necessary. They share quick smirks every time Lisey misses a caress turned caress. Once or twice she almost opens her eyes and they freeze, holding their breath. The strokes turn slower, heavier, unmistakably lustful. When Liv murmurs, teasing, that she’s noticed how Lisey watches her, Lisey’s stomach flips. Resistance flickers, but her body, warm and aching from the massage, overrides it. She nods—provided no one finds out. Clothes fall. Mouths follow. Liv’s tongue circles Lisey’s nipple; Kat spreads her open and laps at the wet seam between her legs. They trade places, thighs trembling, gasps quick and messy. Before long they climb over one another, lips and fingers working in rhythm, wet sounds mixing with short cries. Eventually they grind together, hips rolling hard, bodies slick with oil and sweat, until the three of them shatter—one right after the other—legs shaking and breath gone. In that moment Lisey decides having a roommate who studies massage isn’t such a bad deal at all.