Healthy Competition

Denise watched Freya like a match burning down. Every touch at the wine glass. Every slow smile. She leaned in, slid a hand across the kitchen counter, fingers brushing Freya’s wrist, pressing for the yes. Freya played along, biting her lip, letting it stretch. When the front door opened, Alice walked in, tossed her keys, and stopped cold. Her eyes went straight to Freya, all hunger. Two seconds flat the air changed. Denise stepped closer. Alice moved in too. Suddenly both of them circling, claiming, never saying it out loud. Freya looked from one to the other, pulse jumping in her throat, and grinned. “You’re both eye-fucking me right now. I like both of you. Why not all three of us?” Silence stretched, thick. Denise’s jaw twitched. Alice’s nails dug into her palms. Then they nodded, fast, heat flooding their faces. Freya yanked her shirt over her head and dropped it. Denise pulled her in first, mouth hard on Freya’s, tongue pushing deep. Alice stepped behind, yanking down Freya’s skirt, teeth sinking into the back of her neck. Hands everywhere. Denise shoved Freya back onto the table, spread her legs, and buried her face between them, sucking hard. Alice climbed up, straddling Freya’s mouth, grinding down while she clawed at Denise’s hair. Moans, wet sounds, breathy curses. Alice bent to kiss Denise across Freya’s body, tongues meeting as Freya bucked between them. Denise fucked her with two fingers, rough, deep. Alice reached down, rubbed Freya’s clit while she rode her tongue. They switched fast, Alice on her knees now, tongue flicking quick between Freya’s folds while Denise straddled Freya’s face, hips rolling. Sweat slick, skin slapping. Freya’s moans shook through both of them. They came one after the other—Denise grinding hard, Alice shaking with her mouth full, Freya trembling, knees pulled up, taking every inch they gave her.