I was sprawling on the couch in nothing but an oversized hoodie and panties when Lillian came out of her room wearing a soft yellow summer dress. The hem brushed her thighs, and the neckline sat just low enough to be noticed. She looked… fresh.
“It was clean,” she said before I could comment, smoothing the fabric. “And it’s hot tonight.”
I shrugged. “I did not say anything. You wearing underwear or going commando in that thing?”
She went a bit red and lifted the hem. Freshly shaved. Of course she was.
She dropped the dress again. “I told you it was hot.”
I shrugged again like it didn’t register. Cute try, I thought. Dan had seen me in every state imaginable. He didn’t need me dressed up. We have history. That’s enough.
When Dan arrived, he set down a bag of snacks and immediately clocked Lillian. His eyes lingered.
“Nice dress,” he said, easy and warm. “You look cute.”
Lillian smiled, a soft blush rising on her cheeks as she tucked her hair behind her ear. “Thanks.”
Of course he fucking noticed. He had rewarded her effort. I suddenly felt sloppy and careless in my hoodie, panties, and three-day-old pussy stubble. Very outclassed.
Fuck. Twenty-five years old and I still did not understand guys.
I tried to play it cool through dinner, but every time Dan looked at her, my brain started chewing on it again. Lillian did not do anything obvious. That was what made it worse. She sat with one leg tucked under her, the yellow dress riding just a little higher on her thigh, laughing at Dan’s stupid stories like she had not planned any of it. Every few minutes she would smooth the fabric down or tuck her hair behind her ear, small movements that looked accidental until I noticed Dan noticing them.
When he got up for more drinks, he brought hers first. When she asked for the salt, he passed it before I could reach. None of it meant anything. That was the problem. It was all tiny enough that I sounded insane even inside my own head for caring.
I tugged the hem of my hoodie lower over my thighs and immediately despised myself for doing it.
By the time we moved to the couch and put the movie on, I could not stop seeing the difference between us. Lillian looked soft and put together. Like she had planned the whole damn evening without technically planning anything. I was sitting there in panties and an old hoodie, underdressed and overconfident, slowly realizing that history did not make me the favorite if she was the one he kept looking at.
I needed to remind both of them what I could do that Lin could not.
I climbed into his lap ten minutes into the movie and kissed him hard, almost aggressively. I pulled the hoodie off and pressed my bare chest against him, grinding down while I sucked on his tongue. I made sure my moans carried. I wanted Lillian to hear exactly how well I knew him.
When I slid down and took him in my mouth, I was loud and sloppy on purpose. I worked him deep, eyes watering, showing off every trick I’d learned during our months together.
I wanted it in my mouth. On my tongue. Proof.
I worked my mouth on him and heard his breathing grow heavier. I knew that sound. I cupped his balls with one hand while the other stroked him. He let out a deep, broken “ahh,” and I knew I had him. Just a few more strokes.
But Dan didn’t let me make it that simple
He pulled out of me, breathing hard, and positioned me beside Lillian on the couch. Before I could protest, he stood over us, stroking himself. Lillian looked up at him with wide eyes, and suddenly sharing did not feel nearly as clever.
He came across both of our faces in thick, warm ropes, first Lillian’s cheek and nose, then mine. The humiliation hit instantly. Side by side. Same mess on both faces. Equal.
I turned to Lillian before I could start feeling sorry for myself. Her face was flushed, lips parted, Dan’s cum glistening on her skin. I grabbed her chin, pulled her close, and licked a slow stripe across her cheek, tasting him. She shivered. I did it again, cleaning her skin with my tongue while she breathed shakily against me. When I kissed her, messy and deep, I made sure Dan could see. I made sure he understood I was still in control of this, even if I was sharing.
Lillian kissed me back. Not tentatively. There was heat there. Surprise, maybe, but also something like satisfaction.
I pulled back enough to look at her. My own face was still sticky, and I felt raw, exposed, and stupidly victorious. I thought I had turned the moment against her. Lin did not look beaten.
Dan exhaled heavily and dropped back onto the couch between us, looking more than a little pleased with himself.
But as I sat there, flushed, half-naked, cum drying on my skin while Lillian still looked soft and composed in her yellow dress, I realized the scoreboard didn’t feel as clear as I wanted it to.