Codependent

Clara and Beth sit across the table, knees bouncing. Beth blurts that Spencer’s late—again—and reminds Clara how he kept them waiting two hours last time. Finally the bastard walks in and drops the bomb: he’s been with another woman and wants her as wife number three. A few days later Beth shows up at Clara’s door. It’s awkward because they only ever meet when Spencer’s around, but right now they need each other. They drop onto the couch and start griping about the way he’s been stringing them both along. Somewhere along the way they realize he’s been stoking that rivalry on purpose. They decide to flip the script. Over the next weeks they keep seeing each other—just the two of them—and every meet-up pulls them tighter. One afternoon they’re side-by-side, shoulders touching. Beth lays her head in Clara’s lap. Clara looks shocked for half a second, then starts stroking that blonde hair like she’s been waiting her whole life for permission. Fingers lace together. Beth sits up, leans in, hesitates. Clara takes a shaky breath, gives her a tiny nod, and they crash into a hungry kiss. Clothes come off in a blur—soft tits, big tits, mouths everywhere. They lick, suck, grind until the couch is damp and their thighs are shaking. Sweet, filthy girl-on-girl heat that Spencer could never give them. They know they can’t hide this forever. The question is what happens when he finally catches them.