Spun: Part One

Maggie came home for the summer and called her old friends over. She told them all she was straight, yet her eyes kept finding Morgan. Jemma knew the truth and knew exactly how to quiet Maggie's nerves. She pulled Maggie close, teased her nipples until they stood dark and stiff, then slipped two fingers inside her until Maggie came, thighs shaking. When the shaking stopped, Jemma helped her dress the house in streamers and balloons, then left before anyone could mistake her for a girlfriend. Virginia watched it all with a smirk, her gaze sharp. She leaned close, voice low. "So who's the girl you're really dressing up for?" Maggie could only blush. Lea and Rachel arrived first, all hugs and laughter. Then Morgan stepped through the door—with a girlfriend. Kate stood at her side, small waist, full tits, lip ring catching the light. Maggie forced a smile that never reached her eyes. Later, during the bottle game, each spin felt like a slap. When the neck pointed elsewhere, Maggie slipped down the hall, shut her door, and pressed her palm between her legs. She rubbed her clit in tight circles until her cunt clenched around nothing, biting her own wrist to keep quiet. Still the ache stayed. Back at the table, the questions started again, and Maggie's stomach turned. Outside, a delivery woman asked if she was the birthday girl, voice cheerful, and the word felt like a joke. Maggie stood there, heart thudding, wondering how any part of this night could still be saved.