Outgrown

Sophia Locke catches Gal Ritchie before prom and lights up like it’s Christmas. Then Gal drops the bomb—she’s not going. ‘It’s straight bullshit, the rules are trash, same-sex couples get the cold shoulder.’ Sophia blinks, takes it in, stays cool, tells her it’s okay. Wants to pivot to something fun instead, just the two of them. Gal shuts that down flat—‘lame.’ Sophia’s smile cracks. You can see it in her eyes: she misses the old closeness, the nights when Gal still needed her. Gal clocks the hurt, and suddenly the air changes. Her hand slides over Sophia’s, curious, hungry. Fingertips trail up that generous chest, squeeze those heavy, natural tits that press against the fabric. Gal’s mouth finds Sophia’s neck while her fingers slip lower, finding heat between Sophia’s thighs. Sophia gasps, arches, spreads wider. They kiss hard, clothes hit the floor, and what starts as an apology turns into fingers working deep, hips grinding, red hair falling over bare skin while both of them chase the release they’ve been starving for.