...Surprise!

Lena was still in her robe, coffee cooling on the counter, when Skylar rapped on the door. Victoria sat curled beside her, feet tucked under a throw. The sight of Skylar stopped them both cold. She was early—by a full week. Panic flashed across Lena’s face; the birthday surprise was suddenly sitting on the welcome mat. Before Lena could slam the door, Victoria looked up. "What’s wrong?" Skylar’s mind scrambled. "I came to… talk," she managed. The words sounded hollow, but Victoria smiled anyway and waved her inside. Lena’s glare said everything, yet she closed the door behind them. Skylar felt heat crawl up her neck. She had to give them something—anything. "I’ve been thinking," she blurted, "about the three of us. Together." The air tightened. Lena’s mouth tightened too, ready to eject her, until Victoria tilted her head, eyes narrowing with curiosity. "Really?" Victoria asked, voice low. Lena studied her girlfriend, then sighed. If the lie kept the surprise intact, so be it. She stepped forward, pulled Skylar close, and kissed her once, sharp. Victoria watched, breath catching, before Skylar turned and met her mouth next. Their tongues moved slow, tasting the tension. Hands followed. Skylar cupped Victoria’s breast through silk, thumb brushing the nipple until it stiffened. Lena’s palm slid beneath, fingers squeezing warm flesh together. Victoria sighed into both touches, arching so they could feel the give of skin. Moments later, the robe slipped from Lena’s shoulders; Skylar’s sweater followed. Bras landed on the floor, breasts meeting bare. Skylar pressed Victoria onto the couch and dropped to her knees. She dragged Victoria’s panties down and parted her with two fingers. The first lick was firm—flat tongue against clit—then quick darts inside. Lena knelt behind Skylar, reaching around to palm Skylar’s own cunt, sliding through slick folds until Skylar moaned into Victoria. The sound vibrated straight through to Victoria’s core. Victoria’s hips rolled. Skylar sucked the swollen clit between her lips and flicked it, steady rhythm, while her fingers crooked deeper. Lena rocked against Skylar’s ass, circling her clit with practiced pressure until Skylar’s thighs shook. She didn’t stop eating Victoria; she just licked harder, tasting every pulse. When Victoria came, her whole body tightened around Skylar’s tongue. Lena worked Skylar through her own aftershocks, fingers never slowing until Skylar’s back arched and she let out a broken sound against Victoria’s thigh. They stayed close, breathing heavy, the three of them sticky and flushed. Somewhere beneath the unplanned heat, the secret was still intact—only now the lie felt worth keeping.