No Boys Over, OK?

Kendra James stands in the hallway, still rattled from the papers she signed last month. Eliza meets her eyes, soft and sure, and promises the house won’t fall apart while she’s out. Kendra’s shoulders loosen for the first time all evening. She gives one last rule—No boys—then steps into the night. The moment the door shuts, Eliza’s grin curls. She pulls Gia inside and they’re already peeling off shirts before they reach the bedroom. Gia drops, tongue out and greedy, and laps at Eliza until the bed creaks. They almost miss the sound of the key turning in the lock. Footsteps. Silence. Then Kendra’s heels click across the threshold, her date dead on arrival. Eliza shoves Gia under the duvet just before the light snaps on. One bare foot still pokes free, but Eliza pretends not to notice. Kendra’s voice is weary, slow, recounting each clumsy advance she endured. Eliza murmurs vague condolences, pulse hammering, while Gia lies still and breathing between her thighs. Eventually Kendra pauses. The shape beneath the blanket is unmistakably real. She snaps the covers back. Gia looks up, lips shiny, eyes sparkling. Jealousy flares, quick and hot. Gia reads it, grabs Kendra’s wrists, and tugs. Sheets whisper to the floor. Clothes follow. Fingers and tongues tangle across freshly pressed linen until the room smells like sweat and longing. In between gasping breaths, Eliza reminds her—only boys were forbidden.