With Friends Like Hers...

The scene cracks open on Susan and Joy catching up. Jessica swings through the door with Allison trailing her. "Mom, can Allison stay the night? We’ve got that huge test tomorrow." Susan barely hides her irritation. "Fine, but lights out early." Joy catches the flare of tension behind Susan’s eyes. Once the girls disappear down the hall, Joy leans in. "You’re strung tighter than piano wire. What gives?" Susan caves. She hates that Allison’s around, calls her "that lesbian" like it’s a disease. She’s terrified Jessica will choose women, terrified Allison will make a move the second Susan’s out of town. She’s got a work trip coming. She’s convinced Allison will sneak over and turn the house into a fucking playpen. Joy doesn’t buy it but offers to swing by. Susan’s relief is instant; she hands over a spare key. CUT TO TITLE A few nights later Susan pulls out of the driveway. Jessica watches from the window until the car disappears, then gives the all-clear. Allison crawls out from the dark corner and they collide, mouths crashing, hands already under clothes. They don’t waste a second getting upstairs. In Jessica’s room the covers are already kicked to the floor. Naked, the girls grind hard—tongues sliding over nipples, mouths buried between shaking thighs, then scissoring in short frantic strokes that shake the mattress. Sweat shines on their skin. Downstairs the lock turns. Joy slips inside and creeps up the stairs. She stops at the half-open door, fingers already working inside her jeans as she watches the girls claw and fuck. She lasts about thirty seconds before kicking the door wider. Jessica freezes, eyes huge. Joy tells Allison to leave. Allison glares, Jessica nods once, defeated. The door shuts behind her. Joy strips and climbs onto the bed. "Tell your mom and I tell her everything," she says. Jessica gets the message. Joy pins her down and they tear into each other like two people racing a secret clock, every moan sealed tight between them.