Bound To Have Fun

Daneen and Gloria are sprawled across the bed, counting the minutes until Mindy leaves. The second the door clicks shut, Daneen pulls out a length of rope and asks Gloria to tie her wrists to the headboard. Gloria grins, knots the soft cord, and climbs on top. Her mouth traces a slow line down Daneen’s stomach while her fingers slip between her legs, working her open until every breath comes sharp. They’re lost in it when the bedroom door swings open again—Mindy, back for her purse, frozen in the doorway. She stares. Then she drops the bag and steps forward. “I won’t tell,” she says, already unbuttoning her blouse, “if you let me in.” Clothes fall in a rush. Mindy’s tongue finds Daneen’s nipple while Gloria keeps her fingers moving. Soon Mindy is on her knees between Daneen’s spread thighs, licking in long, greedy strokes. Gloria straddles Daneen’s face, grinding against her tongue while Mindy’s mouth and fingers push Daneen over the edge. The three of them shift and tangle, taking turns—Gloria riding Mindy’s hand, Mindy bent over Daneen’s mouth, Daneen slick and shaking between them—until the room smells like sweat and every moan melts into the next.