And Roomie Makes Three

Lisey Sweet came home rigid from too many hours on her feet. "Liv, I'm back," she called. Silence. She headed down the hall and stopped dead at her roommate's open door. Liv Revamped knelt on the bed in nothing but a thong and a bra, running her hands over naked Kat Monroe. All three girls gasped. Liv blurted that Kat was a classmate from her massage course, that they were just practicing. They saw how Lisey limped and offered to work on her stiff muscles. Hesitant, she stripped and lay down. Hands glided over her shoulders, traced the small of her back, dipped lower. The touch turned teasing, lingered at her hips. Eyes closed, Lisey missed the looks that passed between Liv and Kat. Twice she almost caught them—lips parted, fingers brushing—but she stayed quiet. Then Liv leaned close. "We've seen how you watch me." Heat flooded Lisey's face; they had her. She stayed on the sheets and let the pretense fall away. Her bra slipped. Fingers found her nipples. Mouths followed. Tongues flicked and sucked, then trailed lower. Liv spread Lisey's thighs. Kat lapped at one breast. Lisey tasted Liv, wet and salty, while Kat pressed slick fingers inside. Bodies shifted. Wet centers met, slid. They ground together, thighs trembling. Every roll of hips pulled louder gasps until the three of them came, shaking, fists twisted in damp sheets. A roommate who practiced massage definitely had its perks.