A Devil On Both Shoulders

Kenna James paces her living room, knotting her hands, already dressed for the night out she is seconds from cancelling. The threesome she and her girlfriend planned is finally here and the weight of it pins her in place. Two devils appear—Lacy Lennon with her red hair, Vanna Bardot with her blond—and they are every inch the conscience Kenna never asked for. She startles, relieved to see them, then frowns at the missing angel. The devils smirk: the angel joined their side because both know exactly what Kenna needs. Kenna swallows, still unconvinced. Lacy and Vanna close in, silk voices and warm fingertips sliding over silk dress straps, coaxing her to taste what she’s afraid of. Kenna’s breath catches, her protests turning into quiet gasps as the devils peel her dress down and cup her small, natural breasts. Lacy’s mouth finds a nipple; Vanna’s fingers slip beneath Kenna’s panties and stroke her open. Every slow, wet circle melts another doubt until Kenna is rocking against those fingers, thighs trembling, the living-room air thick with soft, slick sounds. The devils trade places, one licking between her legs while the other kisses the cries from her mouth, until Kenna comes hard, hips jerking, mind blissfully blank. She sinks back against the couch, flushed and smiling, ready for the real thing after all.