Out Of Hot Water

Kylie Rocket slammed the door and pressed her forehead against it, cussing under her breath. The house ran on one rule nobody liked: doors stayed open, everything stayed in sight. Her girlfriend Lexi Lore huddled on the bed, eyes wide. They had tried everything, even claiming they were heading out, but Penny Barber kept her cool for both houses and three pairs of watchful eyes. Kylie’s mind jumped the gap first. Lexi would hide. Fake goodbye loud enough for the hallway to catch it. Kylie would walk in, strip, crank the shower on and let steam do the talking while Lexi waited behind the curtain. It sounded simple enough to work. It did. The moment the lock clicked she and Lexi were naked against the sink, mouths crashing, the running water covering every wet sound they made. Bodies slid together on tile, legs tangled, no space left between them. Then the knob jerked. Penny stormed in. Steam rushed out with her. She took in the fogged mirror, the locked door, and the two girls frozen mid-thrust. Water still beat the curtain like it didn’t care who watched. Words died; the slap took over. Penny yanked both girls across the hall, skirt high, palm cracking sharp heat across bare asses until the sting caught her breath instead of theirs. The pace changed. Her grip loosened, breathing quickened, hand pausing where heat still flared. "If you’re sneaking anyway," she said, voice low and thick, "you come through me. No closed doors, no wasted water, no half-ass protection." Her fingers traced where heat bloomed, eyes dark. "You want to fuck, you fuck me too so I know you’re safe." Her mouth turned up in a tight, guilty smirk that showed she wasn’t thinking safety right then. Neither Kylie nor Lexi argued. Not when the same tension already hummed in their own bones.