A 50/50 Split

Scarlit and Aften reach Alexis’ doorstep just as the afternoon heat begins to shimmer through the blinds. A school project brought them here, yet the tension between the two guests feels thicker than any textbook. Both girls want Alexis. When the three settle on the carpet to sketch their slides, each tries to claim her—Scarlit kneading the back of her neck while Aften cradles one slender foot between soft palms. Alexis leans into every touch, a slow smile blooming at the corners of her mouth. “Chips?” she finally murmurs and pads away. Alone, Scarlit’s eyes flash. “Quit sweet-talking her.” Aften leans closer, voice low. “You started it.” Their whispered fight melts as they notice the pattern: Alexis soaks up every crumb of attention and gives nothing back. She’s playing them both. When she returns, they meet her at the threshold. Alexis admits it with a shrug—she enjoys the feeling, plain and simple. Forgiveness, Scarlit insists, comes with a price: she wants Alexis alone on her nights, Aften on hers. Alexis nods, innocent and willing. Dates quickly tangle. They argue softly—Tuesday or Thursday?—breaths brushing warm across Alexis’ collarbone. The friction sends heat between her thighs. She wets her lips. “Maybe we should just fuck and decide after.” Clothes slip off. Scarlit claims the lower half, tongue tracing wet circles between Alexis’ folds while Aften cups small breasts and drinks kisses straight from her parted mouth. Their hands and mouths cross paths yet never linger; they’re still dividing territory. A finger slides inside, a tongue circles a nipple, each sensation neatly parceled. Gasps punctuate every counted minute. At last Scarlit lifts her face, slick and breathless. “Sharing her, all of us—maybe that works.” They fold into one another, legs braided, hips grinding, tongues overlapping until each girl shudders in turn. When they sink back against the sheets, the score feels even. Every soft curve belongs, for now, to the three of them together.