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(Due to Sexual Themes, Adult Language, Drug usage, Adult themes, Violence,and Trigger warning)

Nessa (Venessa Jones) 21

Lily (Lana Jones) 19

Cole (Collin Smith) 21

Zaz (Zavier Roberts) 20

Nicky ( Nicole Peterson) 22

Max (Markus Salomon) 23

Harley (Quinzel Myers) 19

Lily

Lily slammed her fist down on the kitchen island, frustration radiating off her in waves. Her eyes were still fixed on the door Nessa had stormed through after catching her in the act. Max rubbed the back of his neck, trying not to let his gaze drop to the bounce of her chest as she hit the counter again—this time wincing from the impact.

“I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have—” Max began, fumbling for the right words.

“Am I your baby?” Lily cut him off, voice sharp but trembling. “Or just Daddy’s little plaything?” She stepped back from the island, her bare feet padding quietly against the cold tile. “Because Nessa is going to have our heads. And I need to know if this… is actually something you want.”

Max sighed, trying to shake off the heat that had built up between them just minutes ago. “Your sister told me and the guys the other night that she’d cut my dick off and shove it up my ass if I touched you.”

Lily cracked a smile despite herself. “Well, she better not. I don’t think I’m done with it yet.” She slid a hand up his gym shorts suggestively, fingers brushing the growing bulge there.

Max let out a low groan as her fingers teased him, and his restraint shattered. He reached for her top, palms hungry as they squeezed her soft, orange-sized breasts. She mewed softly under his touch, her flushed cheeks glowing as her eyes locked onto his.

She bit her lip.

That was all it took.

He crushed his lips to hers, lifting her slightly onto her toes as his hand dove south. Sliding under the waistband of her shorts, he cupped her soaked heat, his grin spreading as he stroked slow, deliberate circles across her mound.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?” he whispered against her lips.

“I have class…” she murmured, though her hips bucked against his fingers as he dipped lower, slipping over her folds.

“Do you really care about class right now?” he teased, his voice velvet and heat.

“Daddy!” she gasped.

The sound of her voice saying that word turned him feral. His fingers worked her expertly, rubbing and dipping, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure from her. She gripped the counter with one hand and clung to his shoulder with the other, trying to ground herself. The orgasm hit her like a jolt—sharp, sudden, overwhelming.

He caught her before her knees could buckle.

“I love this,” she gasped, panting against his chest, “but I hate feeling like I’m just a toy.”

“Why’s it gotta be that?” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. “I like you. You like me. What’s wrong with enjoying each other?”

“You make me come like crazy,” she said, her voice hushed now, her expression softer. “But then it’s like… that’s it. No cuddles. No showers. Just… done. And I’m left feeling like I’m some side dish.”

He chuckled gently. “I didn’t know it was a problem.”

“Well, now you do,” she pouted, climbing onto a nearby stool and pulling her legs up to her chest. “I want more. I want to be yours.”

Max leaned against the counter, watching her quietly. “This road trip… it’s supposed to be about freedom. Finding ourselves. No commitments. Just the open road and possibilities.”

His hand traced the curve of her face, soft and tentative. “I don’t want to cage you, my little minx.”

She slapped his hand away and turned her face. “So you don’t want me.”

“Stop,” he growled, stepping behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. “You know I want you. I’ve never felt like this with anyone before. But it’s gonna get messy.”

“I don’t care about messy,” she said, turning to look at him. “I care about you. I want your hands on me, your arms around me. I want dinners, dates, mornings after… I want to be Daddy’s little slut.”

With that, she bit her lip, tugged her thong and shorts up in one smooth motion, and slipped out the door before he could stop her.

⸻

Max

{Fuck!!!!} Max texted into the group chat, pacing in the kitchen with his hands in his hair. He grabbed a paper towel and wiped down the island, right over the exact spot Lily had been sprawled across just minutes ago.

{What happened, lover boy?} Cole replied immediately.

{I told you, man. If you need those little blue chews, my uncle’s got a drawer full. It’s not that bad!} Zaz chimed in, making Max groan aloud.

He dropped his phone on the counter and cracked open a beer, the cold glass sweating in his grip. Guilt tightened around his chest like a rope.

Moments later, Cole came barreling into the kitchen, his usual shit-eating grin plastered across his face.

“Sooo… do I even want to know whose red thong was hanging from the inside of the doorknob?” he asked, lifting the soaked fabric with two fingers.

“What a tease,” Zaz muttered, stepping in behind him.

“I’m gonna go out on a limb and say they’re Lily’s,” Cole continued, tossing the thong back onto the counter. “Because Nessa acts like she hasn’t gotten laid since the Stone Age.”

“Shut up,” Max grunted, slamming his palm down on the underwear. “Nessa caught us earlier.”

The room fell into a heavy silence. Both guys sucked in a sharp breath.

“Shit,” Zaz muttered.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?” Max asked, half-pleading, half-furious with himself.

Cole blinked. “How much do you have saved up? I’d think about fleeing the country. Colombia’s nice this time of year.”

Zaz snorted. “Can we all pretend he didn’t just say that dumb shit?”

⸻

Lily

Okay, so maybe leaving her thong on the doorknob wasn’t the wisest choice after what had gone down that morning. But she couldn’t help it—she’d walked out of Max’s house grinning like a kid on Christmas morning.

Now she bounced slightly in her seat on the school bus, listening to her best friend Harley babble on about some older guy who’d been texting her non-stop since she snuck out last week.

“He’s amazing, I swear,” Harley said, her bleach-blonde hair nearly smacking Lily in the face as she turned.

“Amazing at what exactly?” Lily raised a brow, a sly smile creeping onto her lips.

“Not that, you hussy!” Harley blushed, and both girls burst out laughing, drawing stares from the rest of the bus.

“I’m telling you, it’s worth it,” Lily said a bit too loudly.

“Shhh!” Harley clamped a hand over her mouth. “Stop being so loud!”

“After the first time,” Lily said, her voice lowering to a dreamy hum, “it was just… incredible.”

Harley eyed her. “Maybe we can all hang out at your guy’s house?”

“He’s not my guy exactly… and Nessa caught us this morning. So yeah, probably going to be super grounded.”

“Oooooh,” Harley gasped, covering her mouth.

Lily just grinned. “Didn’t stop me from leaving my undies on his doorknob as a prize.”

“You’re such a little slut.”

“Well, I’m his slut—at least, I hope I still am.”

Harley stopped laughing, giving her friend a sincere look. “Girl, you’re a whole catch and a half. There’s no way he doesn’t want more of you.”

The bus lurched to a halt, and Lily smiled softly, heart pounding.

⸻

Nessa

Nessa was drying her hands at the gym sink when she saw the two boys from earlier—Chad and Chase—approach Nicky. Her chest tightened. She moved quickly to catch up.

“So what are you up to tonight?” the shorter one asked, casually leaning against the mirror-lined wall.

“I don’t know yet. Why, you two doing something?” Nicky asked with a flirtatious smirk.

“Damn, Nicky—who’s your fine friend?” the taller one, Chase, gave Nessa a once-over that made her stomach churn.

“Nessa, meet Chad and Chase,” Nicky said cheerfully. “They’re my mom’s neighbors.”

“Hey, guys,” Nessa said politely, forcing a smile.

“So what’s the plan?” Chase asked.

“Well, I’m out. Gotta go home and beat my sister,” Nessa muttered dryly.

The group laughed, Chad included. “Hope she survives.”

“She’s not a little girl anymore,” Nessa admitted, tone softer now. “And at least she’s in good hands.”

“Glad you finally realized that,” Nicky said smugly, hands on her hips.

“Yeah, yeah, hush.” Nessa rolled her eyes. “Are you coming on the trip or what?”

“I didn’t know I was invited!” Nicky batted her lashes like an anime character.

“Well, this is your invitation. Let me know.”

“I’m so in.” Nicky grinned, pulling her into a quick hug.

⸻

Lily

The school day passed without disaster, but she was on edge. As she stepped into Max’s house that afternoon, her heart nearly stopped.

Max stood at the island. Cole and Zaz flanked him. And Nessa—Nessa was there too, not even two feet away.

Lily froze.

“Hey, baby,” Max said with a grin starting to form—until Nessa slugged him hard in the shoulder.

“Ow! What the hell?” he yelped, rubbing the spot.

“I said I was okay with it,” Nessa groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I didn’t say flaunt it. It’s gonna take me a minute.”

“Wait—what?” Lily gasped, barely able to breathe.

“You heard me,” Nessa muttered. “Don’t make me say it again. You’re not a kid, so I’m not treating you like one. But seriously? Stop leaving your thongs around.”

The boys cracked up, barely containing themselves.

“So… what does that mean exactly?” Lily asked timidly.

“Stop leaving your undies around,” Cole repeated without missing a beat.

Nessa shot him a death glare.