Two's Company

Chloe Cherry leads Abigail Mac inside. Both look flushed and half-undone, that unmistakable afterglow hanging off them. Chloe sinks onto the couch with a sigh. “I don’t get what the fuss is about threesomes, not after that,” she mutters. Abigail laughs, easy and low. “Maybe not every one’s like that.” The guy tried, god bless him, but two women with confidence like theirs had clearly been too much for one man alone. Chloe winces, rolling one shoulder. Abigail’s smile softens. “You okay?” Chloe nods, a faint grimace tugging her mouth. “Just stiff. Some of those positions were… ambitious.” A beat. “Think you could…?” Abigail is already moving closer, sliding behind her. Her hands find warm skin. Chloe melts almost at once. “It was an… interesting experiment,” she admits, voice dropping a notch. “I just don’t want it to change anything between us.” Abigail’s thumbs trace slow circles along the slope of her shoulders. “Nothing’s changing. A little awkward at first, but then…” A soft, almost wicked smile. “Who better to share a first threesome with than your best friend?” The touch deepens, lingers. Abigail leans in, breath brushing Chloe’s ear. “Want to try again sometime?” Chloe hesitates. “I don’t know if it’s really my thing. I like… this. Just the two of us.” Abigail’s voice curls, velvet-dark. “What if we skipped the guy?” The quiet that follows feels loaded. Chloe turns, eyes flicking over Abigail’s mouth, heat rising slow. “So… just us.” Abigail’s answer is barely a whisper: “Exactly.” Chloe closes the space, kissing her like it was already decided. No third body to watch. No polite timing. Just mouths, heat, the press of skin against skin as fingers slip lower, the afternoon unwinding into something quieter and far filthier.