Seeing Red: Closet Kissers

Lola adored her stepsister Maya, but Maya’s constant shadow act could smother the air right out of a room. Tonight, though, Lola had other plans. She’d dragged Maya along to the last party of senior year because leaving her behind was easier than listening to the whining, not because she needed a chaperone. They hadn’t been in the door two minutes before Lola’s eyes landed on Lacy Lennon—the girl she’d come for. One glance at that flame-red hair and those wicked lips and every plan Lola had made tonight clicked into place. Lacy caught her staring and smiled like she already knew the end of the story. Maya stayed glued to Lola’s side anyway. Every time Lola tried to drift toward Lacy, Maya stepped in like a jealous chaperone. Frustration pricked under Lola’s skin. The house was full of music and half-drunk laughter, and all she wanted was ten minutes alone with Lacy, preferably somewhere darker. When Maya finally pulled her aside and demanded to know what was going on, Lola snapped. “I want her,” she admitted, cheeks hot. Something shifted in Maya’s stare—hurt, maybe, or curiosity. A minute later Maya disappeared into the crowd. Ten minutes later Lacy found Lola with two red cups and a grin. “Seven minutes in heaven,” Lacy said, low, like it was a dare. Blindfold, spinning bottle, hands on her waist guiding her through a door and then the click of the latch. Lola’s breath caught, anticipation knotting tight between her legs. The door opened again before she could even ask. Another body slipped in—smaller, familiar, Maya. Lacy’s laugh was velvet. “She wanted in on the fun. So did I.” Blindfold still on, Lola felt fingers—whose, she couldn’t tell—pull her shirt up and off. Two different mouths found her nipples, tongues circling until she arched. Someone—Lacy—tugged Maya closer until Lola could feel both of them pressed against her, skin hot, thighs sliding. Hands pushed under her skirt, found her already wet. She moaned, raw and greedy. They sank to the floor in a tangle. Maya kissed her first, desperate, like she’d been waiting for permission. Lacy took over, slow and sure, parting Lola’s legs and sliding two fingers inside her while Maya sucked at Lola’s throat. Lola reached for both of them, sliding her own fingers through slick heat, circling Maya’s clit until Maya bucked and gasped. The closet smelled like sweat and lust. Bodies twisted, mouths followed fingers, tongues teased swollen clits. Lacy came first, grinding against Lola’s thigh with a filthy whimper. Maya followed seconds later, clutching Lola like she might vanish. Lola’s orgasm hit so hard her vision blurred behind the blindfold, thighs shaking around Lacy’s hand. When the blindfold finally came off, the party outside was still roaring. Inside the three of them lay panting on rumpled coats, skin flushed, legs draped together. Lola’s laugh came out wrecked. “Guess we’re going out with a bang after all.”