Well, This Is Awkward...

Nicole steps into the massage room expecting relief, only to find her ex, Bella, waiting behind the desk. The offer to swap is quick and polite; Kenna, the straight girl working the desk, agrees without hesitation and walks Nicole back for the session. Clothes drop to the floor. Nicole lies down bare. Kenna pours warm oil over her back and begins, hands gliding in long, firm strokes down the spine, pressing thumbs deep into each knot. Bella pretends to file papers at the lobby desk, but jealousy pulls her toward the cracked door. She watches. Kenna’s palms coast lower, gliding between Nicole’s thighs and cupping the curve of her ass. The touch lingers, turns slippery and teasing. Nicole exhales and arches under it. Heat builds fast. Then Nicole turns, meets Kenna’s gaze, and smiles like an invitation. "Maybe you’re not as straight as you think." Kenna tastes the words and smiles back. Bella’s breath snags as the two lean in and kiss, tongues sliding, soft moans catching in the heat between them. Her hand slips under her waistband; her fingers find slick heat as she watches Nicole press Kenna’s hand lower, open her thighs wider, and guide Kenna’s fingers against her own soaked center. They’re too lost in it to notice Bella’s whispered curse—or the door swinging wider when Bella bursts inside. "It should be me," she snaps. Silence. Then Nicole grins at her ex. "Then get over here and show me." A beat of stunned need, a scramble of fabric hitting the ground, and the massage table becomes a playground. Bella climbs up behind Nicole, lips at her neck, hand sliding between her legs from behind while Kenna sucks at her nipples and slips two fingers deep inside. The three of them move in dirty rhythm—mouths, fingers, hungry cries—until every surface of skin carries the taste of one another and the only thing left awkward is how quickly the next orgasm will arrive.