Voyeur Stories: Home from College

Quinn comes through the door and there’s Honey Gold sprawled on the couch, finger tapping at her phone like she owns the place. Names get tossed out, Honey says she’s screwing Katie now. The temperature drops fast; they circle each other like cats that haven’t decided who to bite first. Quinn gives up and heads down the hall, ready to ask her stepmom about a shopping run. She gets two steps from the bedroom door and the sound hits her—wet, rhythmic, unmistakable. A low whimper, then another. Quinn puts her hand on the knob, hesitates, pushes an inch. Inside, Honey is kneeling between Katie’s spread thighs, tongue working slow and filthy. Katie’s hips roll with every lick, one hand knotted in Honey’s hair. Katie’s eyes flick to the crack in the door. “Get in here,” she says, voice ragged. Quinn steps inside before she can think. Katie pins her with a look. “You were a bitch to Honey. Say you’re sorry.” Quinn mumbles something; Katie isn’t satisfied. She waves Honey over and the two start circling, asking if Quinn even gets fucked at school, wondering if that’s why she’s such a tight-ass. Before Quinn can answer they’re on her—Honey yanking jeans down, Katie pulling her shirt up. Fingers and mouths replace words. Honey buries her face between Quinn’s legs while Katie palms both tits, thumbing hard nipples. They trade places, taking turns grinding down on Quinn’s mouth, moaning when she sucks their clits. Quinn ends up on her back, legs shaking, tasting each of them in turn while fingers slide in deep. When it’s over they’re all sweat-slick and breathing hard, three bodies tangled on Katie’s sheets. Quinn’s already thinking about the next trip home.