Not-So-Sneaky Snuggles

River Lynn spreads the blankets across the living room floor, pillows piled high for another girls’ night with Gal Ritchie. Her stepmom Annie King stops by, blonde hair catching the lamplight, and the three women fall into easy laughter. Annie asks if she can stay. The younger pair grin and make room. Hours later, the only sound is breathing—until River feels the blankets shift beside her. She lifts the edge and finds her best friend tucked against Annie, mouth open on a nipple, both women moving in slow, hungry strokes. Their secret affair has been happening right beneath her nose. River doesn’t yell. She pushes the covers away, steps out of her shorts, and drops between them. Her hands slide over Gal’s bare hips, then over the full swell of Annie’s tits, claiming the heat she’s been denied. Mouths meet skin. Fingers part slick folds. The night stretches long while three bodies tangle—blonde, brunette, and the shared hunger that finally has nowhere left to hide.