You Won't Last A Day!

Violet storms in from another letdown. She vents to her roommates—Nancy on the couch, Andrea curled against the pillows, Lori painting her toenails red. Three months, Violet swears. No touching, no tasting, nothing. The others trade smirks. A day, they bet. One single day. Laundry for a year if she wins. Violet laughs, chin high, and shakes on it. By sunrise the teasing starts. Nancy brushes past her in the hall wearing only a thong, nipples stiff from the cool air. Andrea leaves the shower door open, steam rolling over full, freckled breasts as she soaps between her legs a little too slowly. Lori bends deep in the fridge, the hem of her tee riding up to show the curve of her ass and a flash of bare cunt. Each time Violet looks away, someone laughs. Night falls. Violet opens her bedroom door and stops cold. Three naked bodies wait on the sheets: Nancy’s dark hair spread across the pillow, Andrea’s pale tits rising with each breath, Lori’s red curls bright against her own pale skin. Wet already. Ready. Violet’s promise cracks. She crawls onto the bed, mouth finding Nancy’s first, then Andrea’s nipple, then Lori’s slick folds. Hands grip, thighs spread, tongues meet. The foursome rolls and moans, bodies sliding together until the only sounds left are gasps and the wet slap of skin.