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That Miss Lexa threesome is something I still carry around in my head like a secret, even now, months later. We’d been drinking cheap wine and trading those loaded glances across the couch, the kind where nobody says anything but everyone knows. When CJ walked in, the whole room shifted, and she kissed me first, slow and deliberate, while he just watched from the edge of the bed with that half-smile. I remember the weight of her thigh over mine, his warm hand spreading across my lower back, and how none of it felt like performing—just messy, real, the kind of night where thoughts dissolve into pure sensation. She guided everything with this easy confidence, her mouth and hands knowing exactly where to go, and I kept catching his eyes, hunger and amusement tangled together. Eventually I was on my back, her lips on my neck, him behind her, and the room felt smaller and hotter and somehow safer all at once. Salt on her skin, that low sound she made when I touched her, his groan as he pulled her closer, then he finished across her face and she just laughed softly, wiped her cheek, and kissed me like nothing had changed. We lay there tangled and sweaty and quiet, and I remember thinking this is the kind of memory you keep just for yourself—not because it was perfect, but because it was ours.