Our Way Of Saying Thanks

Jane, Maddy, and Maya stared at their phones, total quiet in the kitchen. The bills for three college girls hit different than they expected. Mom carried every receipt alone. Penny set down her coffee. She looked at the three of them, eyes tracing the soft curves that once belonged to girls in pigtails. "There is one thing I want," she said. "It isn't cheap, but it's yours to give." They waited. "A foursome," she admitted. "I want all three of you in my bed." No one flinched. Jane smiled first, then Maddy, then Maya. They moved toward her in one smooth rush. Clothes disappeared in the hallway. Skin met skin in the doorway. Penny’s heavy natural breasts pressed against Maya’s smaller frame while Jane’s tongue found her nipple. Maddy’s fingers slid between Penny’s thighs and came away wet. They lowered her onto the sheets. Four bodies tangled—soft moans, hungry hands. Penny opened her legs and three mouths answered. Fingers, tongues, the wet sound of need. Jane slipped two fingers inside her, slow, then deeper. Maya sucked at her clit. Maddy kissed her hard, tasting every gasp. Penny’s back arched. She held their heads, guiding, begging, coming once, twice, until her legs shook and the sheets were soaked. They didn’t stop. They stayed inside her until her voice broke and she whispered their names like a prayer.