The Unexpected Unicorn

Kenzie and Bella walk in on some stranger lounging in their pool cabana and they both freeze. Kenzie’s pissed—how the hell did she get in?—but Bella puts a gentle hand on her girlfriend’s wrist and murmurs maybe the girl needs help. They edge closer. Whitney’s hunched over on the lounger, mascara streaking, clothes damp. She barely looks up. They bring her inside, push towels and fresh clothes into her hands, point her to the guest shower. Steam billows out when she finally emerges. She’s still shaking a little, but her eyes are clearer. She thanks them, voice raw, and they sit her on the couch, tell her they’re not going to judge. Whitney spills it fast: her boyfriend read her private journal, found the pages about wanting women, went nuclear. Now she’s got nothing. Kenzie nods—her own parents booted her for the same reason. They offer the spare room. No deadline. Bella pulls Whitney into a hug. The younger woman’s breath catches, then her mouth finds Bella’s. Bella stiffens, Kenzie’s eyebrows shoot up, but nobody pulls away. Whitney pulls back, cheeks red, and blurts that she’s always fantasized about a hot couple taking care of her. Kenzie’s smirk curves slow. They trade a look, then both focus on Whitney like she’s already undressed. Clothes drop fast, kisses turn messy. Kenzie teaches Whitney how Bella likes to be licked, Bella shows her how to ride fingers just right. Later the three of them are tangled on the king bed, all slick skin and soft curses. Kenzie tells Whitney to come whenever she wants; the house is hers too now. Welcome home, Whitney.