Shared Hall Pass

Melody and Jane lay tangled in sheets, teasing each other with that old question: who gets the hall pass? They circle, dodge, grin, refuse to spill. A breath later they count down together and both drop the same name—Jazmin. Melody’s eyebrows lift. Jane laughs like it’s filthy luck. They trade quick lines: how Jazmin’s mouth looks when she smiles, how that tight ass fills out school sweats. Then Melody pitches the twist: both of them, same bed, same girl—call it sharing, not cheating. Jane’s already on the phone. Jazmin shows up thinking homework, but the second the door shuts the girls step close and say what they really want. Jazmin’s stare slides over both of them, curious heat spreading. A shrug, a grin—sure. Why not? Clothes come off fast. Three bodies twist together, fingers slick, mouths greedy, the room thick with sighs and skin slapping skin until the hall pass feels well spent.