Bad Behavior

Paige pounded on the bedroom door. "Mom! We’re starving and we have to pee!" Her mother didn’t budge. She told Paige she had her own damn bathroom and left them locked inside like little kids. Paige’s fists throbbed against the wood, pulse racing hotter than the fight in her voice. She spun back into the room, shoulders tight, jaw locked. Adria and Jill sat cross-legged on the floor, scowling. "She can’t ground us too," Jill muttered. Adria kicked a pillow. Paige tried to smooth it over. "We can watch movies or do makeovers," she offered, forcing cheer. Both friends rolled their eyes like she’d suggested broccoli for breakfast. "We’re missing cock time," Adria snapped. Jill smirked and tugged the hem of Adria’s shirt, pretending to pout. Their hands slid higher, cupping breasts, squeezing in teasing bursts. "Does it gross you out that we need sex so bad?" Jill teased. Paige swallowed, ears burning. "Yeah, kinda," she admitted. Adria grinned wicked and leaned in, tongue flicking Jill’s bottom lip. Their mouths locked fast, spit-glossy and wet, right there on Paige’s sheets. Paige yelped and bolted into the bathroom, door slamming like a gunshot. Alone, her nipples tightened against her tank top. The mirror showed red cheeks, thighs pressed together hard. Outside she heard the wet sound of lips smacking, fingers popping buttons. Her cunt gave an involuntary throb. The door opened an inch. Adria’s hand snaked through, grabbed Paige’s wrist and yanked. Back on the mattress Paige sprawled, startled but suddenly soft. Two pairs of hands peeled her clothes away like wrapping paper. Jill’s mouth closed hot over one nipple, sucking deep while Adria spread Paige’s thighs and buried her tongue between the slick folds. Paige’s protests melted into breathless moans. Her hips jerked up, grinding against Adria’s mouth. Fingers pumped and twisted inside her, curling until her vision starred. She came once sharp, then again slower, legs shaking. When the girls tugged her down between them, she didn’t fight. She licked the taste of Jill off Adria’s tongue, then kissed lower until Adria’s clit pulsed under her lips. Paige slipped two fingers inside and pumped hard while Jill rode her other hand. Sweat slicked skin slid together; the bed creaked steady, three bodies tangled, the smell of sex thick in the locked room. When they finally collapsed, the idea of two girls fucking didn’t seem gross anymore—just necessary, raw, and better than any boyfriend they’d been missing.