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  Selena Kitt’s *Girls Only*—where the girls get naughty together, but it feels oh, so good!

  Wild and crazy college roommates Whitney and Meg end up at a local fraternity party where Meg, furious at her boyfriend for cheating on her, is looking to even the score. Whitney has no problem backing up her friend in her time of need, so when a drinking game gets out of hand, the two girls put on a show that will go down in fraternity history. Who knew? Turns out revenge is a dish best served up blazing hot!

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  Warning: This title contains hot panty-melting girl-on-girl action!

  GIRLS ONLY: College Days

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  Short Story—Big Bang!

  Whitney’s Honey Longboard clacked over the sidewalk cracks. She slalomed behind her tight-fisted fuming friend as they turned up the walkway to the frat house.

  “So what’d the loser do this time, Meg… or should I say who did he do?”

  Meg stopped hard, pivoted, produced a pink Hello Kitty-skinned iPhone and shoved it in Whitney’s face. Whitney’s foot slapped the pavement and her board scraped to a halt just before her nose bumped the phone. She turned her Cali Angels hat brim-backward and blinked cross-eyed at the too-close screen.

  “Hit play,” snapped Meg. “And you’ll see why his dick stayed limp last night while I sucked it through an entire episode of Desperate Housewives… and why the asshole’s crotch smelled like Halloween lipstick and Twilight body spray.”

  Whitney poked play on the iPhone screen. The video commenced. The scene panned down from a reclining man’s cut chest to his hardening cock, his hand wrapped around it loosely as he slowly worked its visibly growing length. A TV, hung on the wall in the background, chirped as a predatory King Sombra hungrily eyed the rear quarters of a guileless Twilight Sparkle.

  “That doesn’t exactly ring the opening bell of the market there, Kitten-Kat,” said the guy on the screen. Whitney couldn’t see his face but she knew his voice. It was Meg’s long-time boyfriend, Ryan.

  “Well maybe this will, you bad, bad man!” mewed a plump black-mascaraed girl in a pink lace baby doll. Her blond and pink pony tails wagged as she pounced into the scene in front of the manhandled cock. She blocked the iPhone cam’s view of My Little Pony, Friendship is Magic afflicting both man and television.

  “Kitty wants to pway wif her scratchy post! And she has a new toy for the bad man to pway wif, too!” The smirking girl on the screen turned sideways, round ass out, into a feline-like pose, revealing a pretty plush black kitty tail curling out from under the edge of her pink baby doll.

  “Now that’s a very good kitty! C’mere, show me that new tail, and let me show Kitty what a bad man I can be.”

  “Promises, promises!” the girl said as she turned, pouting playfully, and stalked to the bed where Ryan was laying with his cock in his hand.

  The iPhone cam followed her as she climbed up onto the bed and pawed at Ryan’s cock. He teased her with it. She pretended to extend her claws and swipe at it and then suddenly lowered her head between his legs. She came up slowly, licking him with the wet tip of her tongue from the base of his balls, over his gripping fingers, to his rock hard cock head.

  She paused for a mewing growl and then began lapping at the shaft and head of his cock with the flat of her tongue. Then, rearing back, she spit on the hard cock, watching the saliva drip down the head and over the foreskin before licking her small hands, cupping the head of his coc,k and sliding them down, spreading the saliva down his length. With a sly smile, she opened her black painted lips and slid her mouth down onto his cock. She took almost his full length into her throat before gagging and releasing it, slick, glistening, and dripping copiously. The iPhone cam jostled as Ryan groaned and went up on his elbows for a better shot.

  The girl came up to her knees with several small gags, put a black-nailed hand to her mouth, feigned innocence, and said, “Oops! Hairball!”

  Ryan’s head lolled back with a laugh. “Oh you are a very bad kitty!”

  “Then maybe Kitty needs a spanking… or some kind of punishment around her pwetty swishy new tail!”

  The plump, pink pony-tailed girl curled around and slid her round ass into Ryan’s face, revealing her new black kitty tail pressed to her ass by a pair of frilly pink panties. She wiggled her hips in circles as she crouched on his chest and stomach and the tip of the plush black kitty tail brushed across Ryan’s nose and mouth and chin. While his nose twitched from the swishing, he raised the phone cam to a higher angle and began rubbing the round bottom covered with pink panties, slowly tugging them down.

  He must have expected the tail to slip loose as he pulled down her because he became still and gasped as he realized the tail was slipped into and held tight by her asshole. The girl giggled and wiggled her tail-sporting behind happily in his face as she looked back over her shoulder to see his look of surprise.

  The girl slid her head and shoulders down next to Ryan’s hard cock and nuzzled his shaft with her cheeks. He grabbed the base of the tail inserted in the girl’s ass and teased and tugged on it, watching the girl’s puckered asshole tremble and stretch as he slowly slid the black butt plug sporting the black plush kitty tail out. The girl arched her back and began to purr. Ryan wrapped an arm around the girl’s bottom and pulled it down to his mouth. He began licking the girl’s slowly closing puckered asshole while the girl mewed and sucked the man’s cock.

  “Um, he did not just do that,” stammered Whitney.

  “Um, yes, he did,” snapped Meg.

  “He did not just do that…with her.”

  “Oh, yes he did…with her.”

  “I’m gonna puke. What the fuck, what is she, like twelve?”

  “I know, right? Imma find out how old that little Halloween hussy is and if she’s a minute under eighteen this video is going to the fucking po-po! He can pucker up his own little bitch ass for his fucking cell mate!”

  “Gimme that Steve Jobs brain tumor factory, girl.” Whitney pried the iPhone from Meg’s white-knuckled hand, gestured on the touch screen like she was casting a magic spell, and smiled as the screen revealed all she wanted and more. “Cassie Freid
man, nineteen, freshman, poly-sci major, Team Edward, likes the classics: Concrete Blonde; Nine Inch Nails; Marilyn Manson; White Zombie; into LARPing, MMOG’s and WOW. And she’s interested in men and women. She did have a sweet little muffin top… and a yummy purr… and she seems to need a big sister to help her grow up…”

  “Ugh! Back off, bitch! That’s the slut that’s fucking my boyfriend!”

  “You mean, ex-boyfriend! Right? Tell me this is the last fucking straw.”

  Finally, Whitney thought. It had been a long damned time coming.

  “Not yet… not without a fucking good-bye kiss!” Meg snarled.

  Whitney looked at her friend speculatively, wondering what she was up to.

  “So that’s why we’re at Alpha Theta Tau instead of Alpha Sigma Pi on Alpha Wars Friday?” Whitney asked finally. “I wondered. So what’s up, girl? You got some ’splaining to do, Lucy!”

  “I don’t know yet…” Meg frowned. “Just follow my lead…”

  “Righteous, Fred… maybe we can use Shaggy and Scooby as bait…” Whitney rolled after Meg and picked up her board as they went inside.

  Both of them had been in the Alpha Theta Tau house before. It was neat and well maintained. Not surprising for an engineering fraternity. What was surprising was the quiet. No engineers, no women, no music. But then, it was Alpha Wars night, the last battle for the year. The action would be downstairs, in the game room.

  The basement door flew open and a big guy in a hoodie with a hi-tech headset, night goggles and black tactical drop leg holster rig strapped to his right blue-jeaned thigh called, “Is that you Murphy? Bout damn time! Team One is geared up and ready for insertion and you know Brody and Wang can’t shoot straight without that shit they call beer! What the—! You’re not Murphy!”

  “Observant, there, Jason Bourne.” Whitney snorted.

  “Are you two from Sigma Pi? I thought they weren’t sending you two ’til later, after we kick their asses? Hey, wait a minute…aren’t you Killer Miller’s…” The guy in the hoodie looked curiously at Meg.

  “Um, yeah. I’m Ry… um, Killer Miller’s girl. That’s me. And this is my trusty sidekick, Lara Croft. And, yes, we’re early. Killer and the boys wanted you to know what you were missing out on when they blew your asses out of cyberspace to make the world safe for free market capitalism.”

  “Ballsy, putting up his own woman as our victory dance prize. But whatever, as long as we get our Call of Booty after our Call of Duty. The outfits and gear are in there.”

  The guy in the hoodie and tactical game gear gestured to a half-open bedroom door down the hall. Just then Murphy came in with a beer keg and several cases of beer on a dolly and the guy in the hoodie jumped to help him.

  “C’mon, Lara. Let’s not keep the guys waiting.” Meg grabbed Whitney by the arm and, with a devious smile, led her toward the bedroom.

  Whitney closed the bedroom door behind them. It was dark in the frat house bedroom except for an open laptop with a Girls, Guns and Tattoos screen saver flashing various intensities of light as the images changed. On the roughly made double bed was a scattered pile of what looked like tactical assault gear. Meg walked to the bed and reached down into the pile.

  “And just what kind of trouble are you getting us into now, Lucy? I don’t think Ricky and Fred are going to be too happy.” Whitney stood cross-armed by the door.

  “This might get us both in the show, Ethel.” Meg picked up a control panel with what looked like two hi-tech video game controls mounted on it, each with a headset. In chargers on the front of the whole assembly were two sleek black vibrators with clitoral stimulators.

  “Oh no, Meg… you’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking! No way we’re going through with this. Payback is one thing, but this? Can’t you just get some guy all worked up and make the dickhead jealous, like usual?”

  She was used to Meg’s recklessness and red-headed passion and pride. It was what had drawn her to the girl during their freshman orientation. Whitney often wondered why Meg kept a shy, Southern Cali surfer girl and computer geek around, even if Meg had told her on many occasions that Whitney saw through her fiery exterior into her true, soft heart. Meg only ever got this furious, and this obsessed, when she was really hurt.

  From the gleaming look in her eyes and the way she hurriedly began to undress, Meg was utterly devastated. Whitney knew better than to argue, stripping down to bra and panties like her friend and picking up the outfit full of straps and buckles, looking at it in confusion. Meg helped her put it on, cinching the straps with a satisfied nod and then putting on her own. Whitney helped tighten her in, admiring her friend’s long, bare legs and cleavage. The gear didn’t hide the way her breasts threatened to spill over the top of her Victoria’s Secret bra.

  Didn’t hide Whitney’s, either, for that matter, she noticed, adjusting her own bra straps and then picking up one of the vibrators. She hefted it, cocking her head at Meg, who held the control panel.

  “Are you sure about this, Lucy?” Whitney teased. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d played around together. It wouldn’t even be the first time they’d played around in front of an audience. The boys loved it when they kissed each other in front of them and, Whitney admitted, she liked teasing the animals. Meg did too, in spite of her allegiances to the occasional masculine life form. Like “Killer Miller,” who, she suspected, was about to get blown away by his girl. So to speak.

  “We’re going to give them—and him—the show of their lives.” Meg nodded satisfactorily, using the controls to make the vibrator in Whitney’s hand tremble to life.

  “If you say so.” Whitney heard the whoop and holler from the boys in the basement and knew their team had won. That meant they’d be expecting the show Meg was intent on giving them. But where were the girls that were supposed to be wearing these ridiculous outfits, Whitney wondered, tugging on one of the camo straps to cinch it tighter around her svelte middle.

  “For me?” Meg lifted her gaze to meet her friend’s and Whitney groaned. If the vibrating dildo in her hand wasn’t incentive enough, those great big puppy dog eyes of Meg’s were guaranteed to push her over the edge. “Pretty, pretty please?”

  Meg sidled up to her, camo pressed to camo, gear jingling and jangling—how Army guys ever managed to go anywhere quietly in the stuff was beyond her—the still-buzzing vibrator pressed between their bellies now.

  “With me on top?” Meg grinned, knowing and fully exploiting Whitney’s weakness.

  “Brat.” Whitney licked her lips and swallowed, gaze falling to Meg’s very pretty little mouth, longing to kiss her. And Meg looked at her like she knew it.

  “Is that a yes?”

  Whitney just nodded, hearing someone pounding up the stairs. It was Murphy, the chubby, bespectacled guy who had hauled in the beer keg, red-faced as he stood panting in the doorway. His eyes lit up when he saw the two of them all geared up and ready to go. Well almost. They still hadn’t put on their headsets.

  “We won!” Murphy exclaimed, still out of breath. “We’re ready!”

  “So are we.” Meg waggled her eyebrows, turning the controls in her hand higher, making the vibrator hum so hard it made Whitney’s hand numb. “We’ll be right down.”

  “Yes!” Murphy grinned and didn’t look in a very big hurry to go. His gaze was all over them both, up and down, back and forth, like his brain was on overload and couldn’t quite decide where to settle.

  “Give us two minutes.” Meg waggled her fingers at him as she shut the door in his face before turning back to her friend. “Okay, once we put on the headsets, we’re wired in. Ryan told me before how this works. There are little cameras right here.”

  Meg slipped the headset on, adjusting it amidst her red locks, and handed the other over to Whitney, who did the same.

  “So we’re going to be broadcasting this all over the web?” Whitney asked doubtfully.

  “No, just to the other frat house. Ryan will get an eyeful in front of all
his friends while he licks his wounds over his loss.”

  “That won’t be his only loss today.”

  “Count on it.” Meg grabbed the other vibrator and the control panel. “Let’s get this party started.”

  Whitney followed her out the door, down the hall, both of them heading toward the sound of the guys making noise in the basement. They cheered when the girls came around the corner and Meg actually flushed, which made Whitney fall in love with her just a little bit more.

  “Second thoughts?” Whitney whispered into her friend’s ear. The room was full of frat boys, all of them drinking, many of them already drunk.

  “Nope.” Meg adjusted her head gear, looking determined as someone in the corner used the mouse to wake up a desktop, revealing the crowd of guys cat-calling. Whitney realized it was what they were both seeing—each of their cameras’ view of the action.

  Then the theme song to Halo started and Whitney wanted to laugh, but she didn’t because Meg looked so serious.

  “Let’s make this good, Whit,” Meg whispered, getting close and snaking her arms around her neck. Meg was warm and soft in her arms. “Remember freshman year?”

  Of course she remembered. They’d put on quite a show that night. Of course, they’d both been incredibly drunk. Meg hadn’t wanted to make anyone jealous that night, not exactly. She’d wanted to turn Ryan on so much he couldn’t resist her. And it had worked. They’d been dating ever since, much to Whitney’s chagrin. So it shouldn’t have been a surprise, she supposed, that the freshman year show that had caught Ryan’s attention was now being encored in order to end things between them.

  Whitney had been drunk freshman year, but she wasn’t drunk now. Still, she was just as determined Meg, for the exact same reason. She didn’t want Ryan anywhere near her friend again, not if she had anything to say about it. And while her intentions might not have been exactly altruistic, she did care about Meg. Way more than Ryan ever had.