...Surprise!

Skylar Snow knocks on the door with a stupid grin and a bottle of wine, thinking Victoria's party is tonight. Lena answers furious, teeth clenched, because Skylar has just spilled the surprise Victoria turns the corner and asks why the hell Skylar's on their porch and panicking Skylar blurts the only lie she can think of. We came to fuck. All three of us. Lena's eyes flare like she might slam the door on Skylar's foot. Then Victoria actually bites her lip and says come inside. They've painted themselves into a corner. Lena plays along, jaw tight, cheeks burning, while Skylar sells the lie with nervous laughs that turn into low, real moans the second the first mouth lands on skin. Three bodies press together in the hallway. Lena's hand slides under Victoria's tank top while Skylar kneels, tugging Victoria's shorts down, tongue dragging hot and slow over her clit. Victoria sighs, knees softening, gripping the wall. Then Lena pulls off her own top, pushing her tits against Skylar's cheek. Skylar turns to meet her mouth. Fingers slip. Tongues trade. Victoria drags Lena to the couch, spreads her open, licks into her until Lena moans sharp and broken. Skylar climbs over Victoria's face, rocking, panting, sucking Victoria's nipples while fingers sink deeper between thighs. They trade places again and again, mouths slick, breathing hard, until everyone is shaking and wet, sweat cooling on bare skin, Skylar's lie lying there quiet and already forgotten.