Matchmaker Meddler

Angela White guides Casey Calvert and Aidra Fox into her office, her heels clicking on the floor. The two best friends follow close behind, laughing about first dates and fantasy boyfriends they’ll never meet. Angela shuts the door. The screen reads their names side by side, and the match percentage flashes at ninety-seven. Casey’s laughter dies first. Aidra’s eyebrows lift. Both realize at once that the algorithm has given them each other. Casey blurts that they’re straight, that the numbers must be wrong. Angela folds her hands, calm. Preferences don’t matter, she says; her system finds the person, nothing else. Aidra’s cheeks flush; fifteen years of friendship flash between them, but never like this. Angela steps closer, voice low. Love is love; why ignore it when it’s already in the room? Their embarrassment shifts into something curious, nervous, electric. Casey leans in first. Their lips touch, careful, then linger. Angela’s breath catches. She moves behind Aidra, slides the zipper of her dress down an inch, then another. Casey follows the sound, fingers brushing bare shoulders. Fabric slips. Breasts meet warm palms. Nipples stiffen under thumbs. Angela kneels, helps Casey ease Aidra’s panties to the floor, guiding her tongue to taste. Aidra moans into Casey’s mouth, hips rolling. The office fills with wet sounds, soft sighs, and Angela’s murmured encouragements. Casey spreads wider on the desk, and Aidra’s mouth finds her too. Tongues flick, lips suck, fingers slip inside until thighs tremble and quiet cries break the air. Angela watches, stroking the small of Aidra’s back while Casey’s hand works between her legs. Climax rolls through each body in turn, raw and real, the promise they thought was meant for someone else catching fire between them.