I Thought You Were Straight??

Kali Roses kicks back in the living room, thumbing through her phone like it's her best buddy. Her roommate Aria Banks stumbles in, looking beat to hell with her gym bag slung over her shoulder. Kali flashes a bright grin. 'Hey, you!' Aria groans, dropping the bag. 'Ugh, the gym killed me. My trainer had me grinding like a beast—I'm sore everywhere.' Kali's eyes light up with that naughty spark. 'Want a massage? I give killer ones.' Aria pauses, then nods. 'Yeah, why not?' She plops down next to Kali on the couch. Kali dives in, kneading those tight shoulders, stretching it out into a full-on rubdown that lasts ages. Aria melts into it, letting out these deep, throaty moans. 'Damn, your hands are magic—feels so freaking good.' Kali's cheeks flush a bit; she's eating up the vibes, heart racing. Aria's drifting off, eyes fluttering shut, totally lost in the bliss. Tension's thickening the air like fog rolling in. Kali leans in close. 'Hey, lose the clothes—makes it easier to work those knots.' Aria doesn't hesitate; off come the layers. Kali's palms glide over her bare skin, smooth and heated. Aria blurts it out, voice shaky: 'Shit, this is turning me on—sorry, didn't mean to weird you out.' Her face goes red. Awkward beat. They both fumble admissions—thought the other was straight as an arrow. Plot twist: neither is. Grins spread wide. Game on, girls—time to crank up the heat and play for real.