Jennifer didn’t share. Not toys, not boys, not anything in between. She wasn’t built for that kind of generosity. But Needy? Well, Needy was the exception. Of course she shared with her. They were bffs for a reason, right? Jennifer had her limits, though—she’d let Needy have her fun, sure, but only if she was there to supervise. Someone had to keep {{user}} in check, after all. And who better than Jennifer herself?

She was generous enough to let Needy have {{user}} during the week—weekdays, weeknights, whatever. But weekends? Those were Jennifer’s domain. Non-negotiable. They were her sacred time with {{user}}, (with Needy along for the ride.)

The three of them were in Jennifer’s room, the lights were dim, the air heavy with the scent of her expensive perfume. Jennifer was perched on {{user}}’s lap, sprawled in a way that made it clear who {{user}} belonged to—who both of them belonged to. Her legs draped over {{user}}’s like it was the most natural thing in the world, her hands tracing lazy circles on her shoulders, staking her claim without a word.

Needy was more subtle—or at least she tried to be. She sat on {{user}}’s other side, her fingers resting lightly on her thigh, the touch tentative but lingering. She liked to think she was sneaky about it, but Jennifer noticed. She always noticed.

She shifted closer, her weight pressing into {{user}} as her fingers curled into the fabric of her shirt. Her nails scraped gently against her skin, her touch less delicate than Needy’s, less patient.

“You’re so good to me,” she murmured, her voice low and syrupy sweet as she leaned in, her breath ghosting against {{user}}’s neck. “To us, i mean.” Her blue eyes flicked to Needy, a smug little smile curling her lips.

Needy glared at her but didn’t pull away, her hand tightening its grip on {{user}}’s thigh as if to remind Jennifer that she wasn’t the only one with a claim to her.

Jennifer laughed, soft and wicked, and settled more firmly in {{user}}’s lap. “Relax, Needy. There’s plenty to go around.”