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It started with a message.
Just a simple line from Amanda to Ava:
"You free tonight? Come by Ericka's. Just a casual girls' night. Wine, music, maybe a movie."
Ava's reply came in less than sixty seconds:
"Is this a trap?"
Amanda grinned down at her phone, then typed back:
"Only if you're scared of good wine and bad karaoke."
Ava:
"I'll bring tequila. For courage."
By the time the sun dipped low over the skyline, Amanda was in the kitchen barefoot, pouring a second bottle of wine while Ericka arranged snacks like it was a board meeting in disguise.
Grapes, dark chocolate, soft cheese, something vaguely French in a jar—presentation still mattered, even off-duty.
"You're nervous," Amanda teased gently, watching Ericka over the rim of her glass.
"I'm composed," Ericka replied, without looking up.
Amanda smirked. "You're fluffing the napkins."
"I like order."
"You're slicing strawberries into perfect halves."
"That's just hospitality."
Amanda crossed the room and slipped behind her, arms wrapping around her waist. "It's okay to be curious, you know."
Ericka exhaled slowly, letting herself lean back. "It's not Ava I'm nervous about."
Amanda kissed her shoulder. "I know."
The doorbell rang.
Ericka peeled herself out of Amanda's arms and smoothed her hair, glancing once toward the mirror by the entryway. "Here we go."
Ava arrived in a leather jacket and ripped jeans, holding a bottle.
Ava arrived in a leather jacket and ripped jeans, holding a bottle of tequila like it was a peace offering. "So this is what it looks like when power women let their hair down," she said, stepping inside with that same casual confidence.
Amanda took her jacket. "Welcome to the least intimidating night you'll ever have with the CEO."
"I don't know," Ava said, eyeing the snack table. "That Brie is kind of judging me."
They settled in the living room with music playing low in the background and wine flowing with the ease of shared glances and lightly dropped boundaries.
Ava kicked her shoes off and tucked her legs under her, her eyes bouncing between Amanda and Ericka like she was still trying to figure out the rules of this particular game.
"So," Ava said after a few sips, "what exactly are we doing here?"
"Wine. Movie. Vibes," Amanda replied smoothly, curling into her corner of the couch.
"Sounds dangerous."
Ericka raised an eyebrow from her seat. "Only if you're terrible at movie trivia."
They chose something light and ridiculous—an early 2000s rom-com with terrible fashion and a golden retriever subplot—and for a while, everything felt easy. They laughed. Teased. Took turns trying to guess lines before the characters said them.
And all the while, something simmered beneath the surface. A heat that hadn't tipped into fire yet, but lingered like the last glowing ember in a candlewick.
Ava caught Amanda's eye at one point, smile lazy, her voice quieter. "You two always like this?"
Amanda glanced toward Ericka, then back. "Like what?"
Ava shrugged. "So in sync. It's magnetic."
Amanda didn't answer right away. Then: "We try not to fight it."
The room dipped into another quiet stretch, more movie, more laughter. Ava leaned her head back on the couch and sighed. "This was... not what I expected. But in a good way."
Ericka passed her the last piece of dark chocolate. "Good. That was the point."
By the time the credits rolled, the bottle was empty, the room was warm, and no one was quite ready to move.
Not yet.
The night was still young.
Ava was the first to say it out loud, standing in the middle of Ericka's living room, hands on her hips and a familiar spark in her eyes. "Okay, this rom-com energy is cute, but you two are way too composed. Where's the chaos?"
Amanda laughed, curled up on the couch with a throw blanket half-draped around her legs. "You're the chaos."
"I brought tequila," Ava replied, holding up the bottle with a grin. "Don't insult me by letting it go unopened."
Ericka, sitting cross-legged in the armchair, tilted her glass slightly. "You really came ready for battle."
"Always," Ava said. "Now. Glasses. Salt. Limes."
Amanda rolled her eyes fondly but got up and headed to the kitchen. A few minutes later, she returned with three shot glasses, a tiny plate of lime wedges, and a dish of salt. She set everything on the coffee table, her face glowing with amusement. "You're such a bad influence."
"I prefer motivational," Ava said.
Ericka took the bottle and poured carefully, no-nonsense even with tequila. "One round."
Amanda smirked. "Two."
"Three," Ava said, already licking the back of her hand to prep the salt. "Let's loosen up a little. Get to the fun part."
They clinked their glasses together, and Amanda said what none of them needed to hear but all felt anyway: "To tonight. Whatever it turns out to be."
The tequila hit hard and warm, but it wasn't just the alcohol that made Amanda's skin buzz. It was the energy between them—the way Ericka's fingers brushed her wrist when she passed her glass. The way Ava watched them both with open interest, not hiding the curiosity in her eyes.
By the second round, the music had changed. Something with a heavier bass. The kind of track you feel in your ribs.
Ava swayed slightly where she sat, grinning. "Okay, real question. Truth or dare?"
Amanda snorted. "Are we fourteen?"
"No," Ava said, "we're fully grown women about to make questionable decisions and blame it on the tequila."
Ericka raised an eyebrow, but she didn't say no.
Amanda leaned back into the couch, eyes twinkling. "Alright. Truth."
Ava pointed at her dramatically. "When's the last time you kissed someone and felt it in your knees?"
Amanda blinked, then turned to glance at Ericka.
Ericka just sipped her wine, very unbothered. But a small, secret smile played on her lips.
Amanda's answer was quiet, but firm. "Not that long ago."
Ava raised both eyebrows. "Noted."
"okay Amanda one more Truth or dare?" Ericka asked.
"truth" Amanda answered.
"Tell Ava the truth about what's between your legs" Ericka said with a little excitement.
Ava looked at her with curiosity. "what is she talking about"
Amanda looking in Ava eyes with full confidence that was probably because of the alcohol "I have a dick."
Ava replied "stop lying"
Amanda responded "wanna see"
Ava reluctantly responded "yes"
Amanda laughed "Maybe Later."
Round three was messier. Sloppier laughter. Ava made a half-hearted attempt to dance in her socks on the hardwood. Amanda laughed so hard she spilled lime juice on her shirt. Ericka didn't say much, but she watched—calm, still, entertained. And Amanda could feel her watching.
Not possessive.
Just present.
By the time the bottle was half-empty and the playlist had turned sultry.
Ericka straddled Amanda's lap, knees sinking into the couch on either side. She kissed Amanda hard, tongue pushing past her lips, and Amanda groaned into her mouth. Ericka's fingers stilled on her thigh, just shy of her zipper, and Amanda bit her bottom lip.
When Ericka pulled back, her cheeks were flushed and her eyes dark. She looked over her shoulder at Ava, still perched cross-legged on the floor, and smiled with a hint of challenge. "Amanda has a dick. And I think I want to ride it."
Ava's eyebrows shot up, but she just grinned and leaned back on her hands, openly watching. "If you insist."
Ericka turned her attention back to Amanda, hand slipping down to rub at the thick line of her cock through her jeans. Amanda shuddered, head falling back against the couch. "Ericka, fuck..."
"Want you," Ericka murmured, leaning in to nip at her neck. "Want to feel you in me."
Amanda's hips bucked up reflexively, seeking more friction. She could feel herself leaking already, cock straining against her zipper. "Then take me," she rasped, reaching to palm the back of Ericka's thighs. "No more teasing."
Ericka grinned and stood, pulling Amanda up by the front of her shirt. "Bedroom. Now."
Amanda went willingly, letting Ericka tug her down the hall to the bedroom. She'd never seen Ericka like this before - so bold, so sure. It was intoxicating.
They tumbled onto the bed in a mess of limbs and overheated skin. Ericka straddled her again, grinding down against her aching dick. Amanda swallowed a moan, fingertips digging into the smooth skin of her thighs.
"I want to feel you come undone," Ericka purred, reaching between them to undo Amanda's belt. "I want to ride you until you break."
Amanda couldn't find it in herself to say no. She lifted her hips, groaning as Ericka dragged her zipper down. The cool air hit her overheated skin and she shuddered, cock springing free of its confines.
Ericka wrapped a hand around her length, giving a slow stroke that had Amanda's head falling back against the pillows. "Look at me," Ericka demanded quietly.
Amanda's eyes flickered open to meet hers, hazy with lust. Ericka squeezed her slightly and she gasped, hips jerking up involuntarily.
"I want you inside me," Ericka said, voice low and heated. "I'm going to sit on your dick and ride you until you shoot inside me. Until I feel you pulse in my pussy."
Amanda groaned at the filthy words, brain short-circuiting. She was so fucking hard it hurt. "Then do it," she said, voice gravelly. "Take what you want."
Ericka grinned and shifted back, guiding Amanda's cock to her entrance. Amanda's breath caught when she felt the first hot slide of Ericka's body.
It was almost too much. Amanda's hands flew to Ericka's hips, fingers digging into her skin hard enough to bruise. "Easy," she panted. "Fuck, you feel good."
Ericka just smirked down at her and sank down in one smooth motion. Amanda keened, high and broken, as her dick was enveloped in Erickas tight pussy. It took every ounce of willpower not to blow right then, her orgasm already building at the base of her spine.
Ericka moaned as she sank down on Amanda's dick, taking her to the hilt. She stilled for a moment, adjusting to the stretch, before rolling her hips experimentally. Amanda keened beneath her, hands digging into the meat of her thighs.
"Fuck, Ericka," she panted, head thrown back against the pillows. "You're so tight."
Ericka smirked down at her, bracing one hand on Amanda's sweat-slicked chest. "You like that, baby? Like how wet and ready I am for you?"
Amanda could only nod, completely overwhelmed by sensation. She'd never felt so good, so full and complete. It was like Ericka was made for her, her body molding perfectly around Amanda's aching dick.
Ericka started to move then, lifting up until just the tip remained inside her before sinking back down. The drag of her tight heat along Amanda's length had her seeing stars, hips bucking up reflexively to meet Ericka's movements.
"Ava!" Ericka gasped suddenly, head falling forward. "Ava, come join us. I need you."
At the sound of her name, Ava appeared in the doorway, naked and flushed, her hair mussed. Amanda barely registered her presence, too focused on the feeling of Ericka's pussy clenching around her sensitive flesh.
"Want you," Ericka panted, reaching for Ava. "Come fuck me with Amanda."
Ava wasted no time, crossing the room in a few quick steps. She climbed onto the bed behind Ericka, hand splaying across the small of her back.
"God, you're beautiful," Ava breathed, pressing open-mouthed kisses along Ericka's neck and shoulder. "So fucking sexy taking Amanda's dick like that."
Ericka shuddered, a high keen escaping her. "Please," she whimpered, voice gone desperate. "I need you both."
Amanda could only groan in response, hips snapping up in a brutal thrust. Ericka cried out above her, back arching beautifully as Ava's fingers found her clit, rubbing firm circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.
It was too much, too good. Amanda could feel her orgasm building, balls drawing up tight against her body. She was going to come, going to empty herself deep inside Ericka's perfect pussy.
"Amanda," Ericka moaned brokenly, grinding down to take her impossibly deeper. "Fuck, I'm close. So fucking close."
Amanda reached up, tangling one hand in Ericka's hair, the other finding her bouncing tit. She pinched and rolled the hardened nipple, relishing Ericka's resulting cry.
"Come for me," she demanded, voice rough and low. "Come on my dick, let me feel you."
Ericka came with a scream, body going rigid above her. Her pussy clamped down around Amanda's sensitive flesh, rippling and fluttering as she rode out her high.
The sensation was too much, pushing Amanda over the edge. She came with a shout, hips stuttering as she emptied herself deep inside Ericka's spasming heat. It seemed to go on forever, thick ropes of come painting Ericka's insides as Amanda lost herself to the pleasure.
Ava worked Ericka through it beautifully, fingers never ceasing their movement on her clit. When Ericka finally collapsed forward, spent and trembling, Amanda gathered her close, cradling her against her chest.
Ava stretched out beside them, large hand petting almost reverently over Ericka's sweat-damp skin. "You two are amazing," she murmured, nuzzling into Ericka's hair. "So fucking perfect together."