Liar Liar Panties On Fire

Kimmy called Gal and Maya over after class, apartment still warm from the late sun. When Gal left for the bathroom, Kimmy leaned in close. "I want her," she breathed. Maya's mouth tightened. "Then we’re fighting for the same thing." They stopped talking the second Gal returned. The air felt different—thick, electric. Kimmy brushed her knuckles down Gal’s bare arm as she passed. Maya’s hand found the small of Gal’s back, pulling her nearer. The touches quickened. Gal looked between them, mouth curving in a quiet, knowing smile. "You two don’t need to fight," she said. She slid Kimmy’s strap off one shoulder, reached back and did the same for Maya. Silk whispered against skin. Kimmy’s tongue traced Gal’s collarbone while Maya’s fingers slid between her thighs, finding her already wet. Gal arched, soft sounds escaping her, then tugged them both closer. "There’s enough of me for both." They moved to the bed without speaking. Maya’s mouth closed over Gal’s nipple, sucking until it peaked hard against her tongue. Kimmy dropped lower, spreading Gal’s legs and pressing an open kiss to her cunt, tasting slick heat. Gal’s hands wove through their hair, guiding, gripping. Kimmy flicked her tongue over the swollen clit while Maya’s fingers pressed inside, curling, stroking deep. Gal came with a ragged gasp, thighs trembling around Kimmy’s head. She pulled Maya up, kissed her full on the mouth, tasting herself, then pushed Maya onto her back. Kimmy straddled Maya’s thigh, grinding down while Gal licked down Maya’s stomach and sealed her lips over Maya’s clit. Maya’s hips jerked. Kimmy rocked faster, wetness slick between them. Maya came first, a broken cry, nails biting Kimmy’s ass. They shifted again. Maya sat against the headboard, Gal facing out on her lap. Maya reached down, guided Kimmy onto Gal’s mouth. Kimmy sank onto Gal’s tongue while Maya worked two fingers into Gal, then added her mouth, sucking hard. The room filled with wet sounds, short breaths, whispered names. Kimmy rolled her hips, gasping when Gal flicked the tip of her tongue inside her. She came with Maya’s fingers driving up, Gal’s mouth sealed tight. They collapsed tangled, skin flushed and slick. Gal lay between them, one hand still stroking Maya’s thigh, the other curled possessively around Kimmy’s wrist. No one spoke. The only sounds were slowing breaths and the faint hum of traffic outside.