Just Couldn't Wait

Reagan Foxx lifts an eyebrow when the bell rings, a private smirk flickering across her lips. She opens the door to find Gia Paige standing there, nerves playing at the corners of her mouth. Whitney isn’t home yet, Reagan says, voice low and inviting. Gia hesitates, but Reagan gestures her inside anyway. They settle on the couch. Small talk drifts—how long the girls have been together, the milestone just ahead. Reagan’s gaze lingers too long; she calls Gia gorgeous. The word lands between them like a spark. Gia tries to laugh it off, but her pulse jumps. Reagan leans closer. “I have a crush on you too,” she whispers. Gia barely has time to protest before their mouths meet—hungry, surprised, hungry again. When Gia pulls back, she mutters about Whitney, about right and wrong. Reagan strokes her cheek and promises there’s nothing to fear. Gia’s resolve collapses into the heat. Clothes slide away; Reagan drops to her knees, tongue parting Gia’s folds with deliberate strokes. The front door opens. Whitney Wright steps inside—only to scowl because the party started without her. She strips, grabs Gia, and pulls her onto the rug to make up for lost minutes, the three bodies tangling in a single, wet, insistent rhythm.