Tickle Tension

Mandy's thumbs fly over her phone when Dawn barges in asking who the hell she's texting. She’s trying to brush her off, but then Mandy accidentally mentions a crush and Dawn lights up, poking for every spicy detail like a damn detective. When Mandy clams up, Dawn grins and tackles her, fingers dancing across ribs and belly, tickling like it’s the most obvious way to break a secret. Cynthia hears the shrieks and joins the bedroom circus, turns playful into full-on tickle chaos between the three. Hands slip, laughs get breathy, then suddenly the air changes. Every glance lingers, every touch sparks straight south. They lock eyes, mutual oh-fuck moment hits, and in seconds the tickling melts into clothes being tugged off, tongues sliding, bodies meeting in a slick, urgent threesome on the same bed they started messing around on.