Girlsway Update - Fuck-Buddy Custody Battle

Casey scrolls her phone on the couch when the doorbell cuts through the quiet. Cassidy storms in, jaw tight. "We need to talk," she snaps. The air thickens before a single word lands. The problem is simple and sharp: April. Both women share her bed, but Cassidy swears Casey is hogging the nights. Casey laughs once, then shuts her mouth. Fine. They text April. Minutes later she steps inside, smile fading when she feels the chill between them. "What’s wrong?" April asks. The story spills out—Cassidy’s empty calendar, Casey’s full one. Jealousy makes Cassidy’s voice shake. April listens, eyes softening, and Casey mutters they’ll work it out. No one wants to wreck the friendship. April’s lips twitch. A wicked little spark flares behind her eyes. "Then let’s fix it," she says. "All three of us. Right here. Right now." Casey’s phone slips to the cushion. Cassidy swallows. For a beat the room holds its breath—two brunettes sizing each other up, small natural breasts rising under thin cotton, tiny tattoos peeking from sleeves. Shyness flickers, then burns away. Hands meet skin. Mouths crash. The argument melts into wet kisses and greedy touches, tension twisting into heat that leaves no room for custody counts, only sweat, moans, and the shared taste of April between them.