Girls Only: College Days

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BOOK DESCRIPTION

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!

Selena Kitt Single

Short
Story—Big Bang!

(approx 6000 words)

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

 

 

GIRLS ONLY: College Days

 

By Selena Kitt

 

 

Selena Kitt
Singles

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
Freidman, 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.”

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