Fuck-Buddy Custody Battle

Casey Calvert lounged on her couch, thumbing through her phone, when Cassidy Klein burst in with fire behind her eyes. They shared April O'Neil, that much they both knew, yet Cassidy claimed Casey hogged her nights. Voices rose, sharp words traded, until someone mentioned bringing April over to settle it before any bond broke. April stepped inside minutes later, took one look at their tight faces and asked what the hell had happened. After a stretch of silence, both women spilled it: Cassidy felt shut out, lonely on the fringes while they kept touching, laughing, fucking without her. April listened, lips parted, then a wicked grin flickered across her face. She told them the simplest fix was right there. The three of them, together, tonight. Casey and Cassidy blinked, cheeks flushing, but their thighs pressed together at the thought. Clothes started hitting the floor before any more excuses could form. Hands wandered—April's mouth on Casey's neck, Cassidy's fingers sliding down April's back—until the room filled with sighs, wet sounds, and the low creak of the couch taking their weight. Three bodies, moving hungry, every touch making up for lost time.