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And
then she was. Her hips rose up high, her pussy clamping down again and again
around the black cock with her climax, clit throbbing uncontrollably, a hot,
sweet pulse. Meg moaned too, licking and sucking even faster, making Whitney
gasp and buck on the table. She nearly fell off, but she felt hands steady her,
briefly. Big hands. When she opened her eyes, she saw Jason Bourne by her side,
closer than the rest.

He
gave a brief nod and took a little step back.

“Damn,
I want to fuck that.”

Whitney
heard the words and knew what was coming.

The
show was over. It had to be, before things got out of control.

“Meg,”
Whitney said, grabbing her bra, her panties—Meg’s too—when she sat.
“I think we should—”

“Hold
her down. I’m gonna fuck that pretty cunt.”

Whitney
didn’t see his face. She just heard his buckle and zipper, turning her face to
his crotch.

“That’s
not funny, man.” Someone else, trying to dissuade the would-be rapist. “It’s a
show. It’s just a show.”

“You’re
not fucking anyone.” Jason Bourne stood, putting himself between Mr. Crotch and
the girls. Meg wasn’t paying attention, as usual, but Whitney stood, still
dizzy, and grabbed her arm, handing over her panties and bra.

“Get
dressed!” Whitney hissed, yanking on her panties and quickly hooking her bra.
Meg did the same, while Jason Bourne argued with a group full of drunk, horny
frat boys who suddenly thought having sex with the two girls hired to put on
their victory show was a brilliant idea.

Of
course, they weren’t the two girls that had been hired, Whitney thought. If
they were, they’d have protection. And they probably only would have danced
around and kissed and maybe stripped and done a few lap dances. They probably
wouldn’t have licked each other to climax. On a webcam.

Jesus
Christ, they were stupid. Why did she let Meg talk her into these things?

“Come
on, Meg.”

Upstairs,
there was a crash. A very loud crash. Everyone looked up toward the ceiling in
surprise. The girls stopped at the bottom of the stairs and Whitney glanced
behind her to see Jason Bourne following.

“Up!”
He pointed at the ceiling.

Whitney
started climbing, pushing Meg out ahead of her. When they got to the top, Meg
opened the door.

“Meg!”
Ryan roared. He was in the house, stomping down the hallway in their direction.
“What in the hell are you up to?”

“I
could ask you the same question!” Meg tried to peek around Jason Bourne’s big
frame to see her ex. Bourne had placed himself between “Killer Miller” and the
girls. “Who is Cassie Friedman?”

Ryan
turned white. Whitney saw him over Bourne’s big, brawny shoulder.

“What
are you talking about?”

“I
know what you did!” Meg snapped and Whitney heard the pain in her friend’s
voice. “How does it feel, asshole?”

“Meg,
I’m going to beat your ass black and blue!” Ryan fumed.

“You’re
not going to touch anyone!” Whitney growled, trying to push her way past
Bourne, who turned and grabbed her shoulders with a sigh.

“Let
me handle this.” Bourne turned toward Ryan, putting the flat of his hand
against his chest and pushing hard enough Ryan found himself upended. He fell
hard on his ass, making Meg laugh in delight.

“No
one is touching anyone.” Bourne blocked Ryan as he tried to get up, waving the
girls on by. “And if you even think about it, Miller, you’re going to be the
one who’s black and blue.”

“Fuck
you!” Ryan tried to get up but Bourne stepped on his hand, palm flat on the
floor, and he howled in pain.

“Come
on!” Whitney edged past Bourne, pulling Meg with her, heading down the hallway
to the room they’d originally geared up in.

“He’s
such an asshole!” Meg mumbled as they started getting dressed.

“I
told you that a long time ago.” Whitney didn’t like saying she told her so. But
she had. Several times.

“Well
at least I got him back.” Meg pulled her t-shirt over her head. “Now he knows
what it feels like to be cheated on.”

“Let
Cassie Friedman have him.” Whitney zipped her jeans. “They deserve each other.”

She
peeked out the door and saw Bourne and Killer Miller in heated argument. She
wanted to get them the hell out of there. They’d go back to their little
apartment, eat Ben & Jerry’s, watch Breaking Bad reruns and she’d let Meg
cry on her shoulder. Because she knew that was coming. Any minute, that was
coming. Meg was like a dam, holding everything back, until she couldn’t
anymore.

“Whit…?”

“Huh?”
Whitney tried to judge if Ryan would notice them sneaking down the hall and out
the front door.

“Thanks.”
Meg’s arms went around her waist, her cheek resting against Whitney’s shoulder.
“You’re so good to me.”

“I
know.” Whitney smiled, leaning her cheek against the door jamb.

“Too
good.” Meg swallowed. The sound was loud in the quiet room. “You know I love
you, right?”

“Right.”
Whitney felt her throat closing up, tears stinging her eyes. Damnit, she didn’t
have time for this. “Love you too, sis.”

Love
you like a sister.
They’d uttered those words since frehman
year, Whitney lying through her teeth, because she didn’t love her like a
sister, not at all. She loved her, plain and simple. And she knew she was
never, ever going to have her, unless it was like this, as one of Meg’s little
schemes.

“No.”
Meg turned Whitney to her, eyes soft. “I mean… I love you, Whit. I love you.
Not like a sister. Like…”

“Meg…”
Now it was Whitney’s turn to swallow.

“I’ve
been really stupid, for a really long time,” Meg admitted. “Do you even still
want me?”

“More
than anything.” Whitney’s heart soared.

“Let’s
go home.”

Their
lips met and everything else disappeared.

Then
a cheer went up from somewhere down in the basement. It wasn’t until that
moment that Whitney realized they were still wearing their head gear. They were
still broadcasting everything.

Whitney
laughed, pulling it off and tossing it on the bed and Meg did the same.

“Come
on.”

“Thanks!”
Whitney mouthed, waving to Bourne as they snuck past. It wasn’t fast enough
though because Ryan glimpsed them.

“You
fucking dyke!” He screamed at Whitney.

“Shut
up, asshole!” Meg gave him the finger. “I hope she scratches your eyes out!”

“Fuck
you!” He snapped, pinned to the wall by Bourne’s big arms. “You two deserve
each other!”

“We
do.” Meg smiled and put her arm around her best friend and new lover.

On
their way out the door, they ran into two girls coming up the walkway.

“Is
this Alpha Theta Tau?” the tall blonde asked. “We’re supposed to do a show.”

Meg
and Whitney looked at each other and burst out laughing.

The End

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ABOUT
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Selena Kitt
is a NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling and award-winning author of
erotic and romance fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in
the business with over a million books sold!

Her writing
embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty
also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists
that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.

When she's
not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company
(excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family--a
husband and four children--and her growing organic garden. She does belly
dancing and photography, and she loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism,
blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing kitty cat.

Her books
EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011)
were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won
the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the
runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of
"exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where
awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind"
(without author's name available.)

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can't come out with her confession, because nobody knows that Violet prefers
girls. Chloe invites Violet to join the sorority sisterhood of Eta Nu Pi and in
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Warning: This
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EXCERPT:

"We
can go if you want to." Chloe leaned in to whisper this to me.

"No,
Chloe, this is important to you," I reminded her. I couldn't believe I was
saying it, but I couldn't help myself. It was the thought of seeing Chloe naked
and riding that thing that did it for me. "I think we should do it."

She
stared at me, wide-eyed. "You do?"

"Do
you want me to go first?" I gulped and held my breath. What in the hell
was I thinking?
Then Chloe grinned, that mischievous look in her eyes. "I will if you
will."

It
reminded me of our little shower-bet, how we'd shaved down to nothing on a
whim--how excited I'd been, knowing she was shaving her pussy at the same time
as me. How I'd gone into a bathroom stall afterward and rubbed myself off to a
mind-blowing orgasm just thinking about it.

I
raised my hand. "I'll do it."

I
think the whole room gasped.

"Well
come on, girl!" Megan grinned, leading me over to the machine. The floor
in the sorority basement was carpeted, and I padded over in bare feet, standing
next to the Sybian while one of the sorority sisters switched out the
accessories, handing the other over to be sterlized. She seemed very familiar
with it. I stared at the fleshy-colored dildo and then glanced back at Chloe.
She was watching me with those big, brown eyes, chewing on her lower lip, which
she always did when she was nervous.

All
eyes were on me.

"Climb
on up." Julie was recovered now and she had a robe on. All the older
sorority sisters were dressed--it was just the pledges who were naked. Julia
patted the side of Sybian like it was a horse. "You won't regret it."

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