Girls Only: College Days (2 page)

“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.

“Kiss
me.” Meg pressed her lips to Whitney’s and the guys howled, sounding like they
were in pain, as Whitney’s hands dropped to her friend’s waist, pulling her as
close as possible. The gear they were wearing was ridiculous—some nerd’s
fantasy, obviously—and in the way. Whitney would have to take it off as
soon as possible. But first, she met Meg’s kiss with a passion she wondered if
her friend felt.

When
they parted, Whitney felt a thick throb between her thighs. The guys were still
cheering. She heard someone say, “Turn the fucking feed on! Show them what
they’re missing, the losers!” and knew that Ryan was seeing this. He was
watching Meg and Whitney kiss on camera. And he was going to see way more than
that, before the night was over.

Whitney
went to her knees and the boys went from howling to silent, almost immediately,
but it was all ambient noise to her. Meg smiled, looking down at her with those
big green eyes, her red hair falling over her pale shoulders, and Whitney knew
she could have stayed on her knees, worshipping her forever.

“A
real show.” Whitney whispered, nudging her nose against Meg’s Hello Kitty
panties. Meg made a little noise in her throat, shifting her weight, parting
her thighs slightly, a sweet invitation. “You ready for this?”

“Hell
yeah.” Meg’s eyes brightened when Whitney hooked her thumbs in her friend’s panties
and started sliding them down her hips. Someone let out a low whistle when they
reached Meg’s knees and someone else groaned like they were in pain when
Whitney parted Meg’s naturally curly red bush with her fingers, showing them
all just how pretty her friend’s pussy really was. Guys were scrambling over
themselves to get a look.

And
she was going to lick it, right here in front of all of them.

Her
own pussy ached at the prospect. Fuck, Meg was beautiful. She couldn’t blame
Ryan for wanting her. Although that was the point, wasn’t it? He was cheating
on her, so he clearly didn’t want her anymore.

But
Whitney did.

“What
in the hell do you two think you’re doing?”

“Uh
oh, Lucy.” Whitney met her friend’s eyes. “Sounds like Ricky’s pissed.”

Meg
rolled her eyes, glancing over her shoulder at the screen. It was set to
picture in picture. They could see the other frat, Ryan front and center, his
face red with anger.

“Meg!”
He bellowed. “Get the fuck out of there!”

“Make
me!” she snapped, turning and showing him a very slow, deliberate middle
finger.  Then she turned back to her friend, running a hand through
Whitney’s hair. “Where were we?”

“Here.”
Whitney knew Ryan was going to come after them. It was only a matter of time.
So she wanted to make this good. The best. Ever.

She
leaned in and buried her face in Meg’s pussy, hearing gasps and groans all
around them. The circle of guys was getting closer, like vultures circling,
looking for the spoils. But Whitney didn’t have any intention of spilling a
drop. She licked and sucked at Meg’s clit while her friend moaned and tried to
spread her thighs even wider, giving her better access.

But
Whitney wanted more.

She
eased Meg back, back, until the backs of her knees touched the coffee table. It
was an old one, solid wood, and Whitney grabbed Meg’s hips, pulling her down to
sitting, following with her mouth fastened to Meg’s fiery crotch the whole way.

“Oh
God!” Meg cried when Whitney knelt, shoving the redhead’s legs back and open
wide with her hands, her tongue lapping up and down her slit.

Whitney
caught a brief view of the computer screen, the camera she was wearing showing
Meg’s spread open pussy as Whitney’s tongue delved low, dipping into the
entrance of her pussy, then lower still, teasing her asshole.

“Whit!”
Meg gasped. “Oh! God!”  

But
Whitney wanted Ryan to see it all and sat back, looking at Meg’s spread open
cunt, giving him a full view of what he was missing. Of what he’d given up for
that stupid little kitty cat. Of what he was never going to have again, if
Whitney had anything to say about it.

Then
Whitney dove back in, mouth fastened on Meg’s mound, using her expert tongue on
her friend’s sweet little clit while she worked the straps on the stupid gear
they’d put on. She wanted Meg, all of her, out of this stuff. One of the guys
moved to help her and she slapped his hand, giving him a dirty look. The rest
of them howled and “ooooo’d!” and laughed but she didn’t care. She’d marked her
territory. Meg was hers.

She
finally got the straps undone and Meg’s bra unhooked, her breasts spilling into
Whitney’s waiting hands. Fuck, she was so beautiful, and she tasted so good. It
was like the nectar of the gods on her tongue. Whitney couldn’t get enough,
sucking at her clit like a tiny little cock, swallowing her juices again and
again, letting them coat her mouth and tongue.

Her
own pussy felt fat, swollen, uncomfortably wet. Whitney snuck a hand down
between her own thighs, shoving it under the elastic band of her panties so she
could rub her own clit while she sucked on Meg’s.

“Try
the vibrator!” Someone called. It was all a distant roar to her, but she heard
that.

Whitney
had forgotten about it until that moment. She picked up one of the black vibrators,
recognizing the design and the controls. She had something similar, a rabbit
vibrator that rotated inside with a clitoral stimulator nub that vibrated.

“Ready
for this?” Whitney grinned as she slipped the cock between Meg’s swollen lips,
watching in fascination and utter lust as it disappeared into her flesh. Meg
moaned when Whitney manipulated the controls, making the dildo rotate inside of
her friend’s pussy. Meg nearly came off the table when the black nub began to
vibrate against her clit.

“Holy
fuck!” Meg cried and there were howls and laughter around them, like jackals.

Whitney
worked the vibrator in and out, teasing her friend’s clit, the sound of her wet
pussy being fucking filling the room. The only other sounds were Meg’s moans
and the heavy breathing of twenty frat boys with hard cocks. Whitney twisted
and turned the humming toy, driving Meg crazy, seeing the taut tremble of her
thighs. She was so fucking gorgeous, Whitney had to taste her again and used
her tongue to flick the clitoral stimulator right against her little clit.

“Fucckkkk!”
Meg cried, her feet planted solidly against Whitney’s shoulders. “You’re going
to make me fucking come!”

The
hoots and hollars, the cat calls, filled the room. Whitney ignored them all,
focusing on Meg’s sweet button, back and forth,
flick flick flick, buzz,
buzz, buzz,
determined to make her climax.

“Oh
God! Now! Nowww!” Meg arched and rolled her hips, forcing Whitney to abadon the
vibrator and grab on with both hands, stilling her hips and sucking her clit as
Meg’s pussy throbbed against her tongue. Oh she was sweet. So very sweet.

“Oh
my God!” Meg sat, looking down at Whitney as the still humming vibrator dropped
to the floor. Meg was dazed, breathless, and she cupped her friend’s face in
her hands and kissed her.

Whitney
was vaguely aware of the crowd around them. Meg hadn’t thought this through
very well—her spontaneous, crazy, determined Meg. The guys around them
grew restless. She felt the energy shift, growing hungry. They were prey in the
midst of a crowd of predators. She’d known a few girls who were strippers in
order to pay their college tuition and understood why it was important for
there to be rules in those clubs, why they had big, burly bouncers.

For
protection.

“Now
you.” Meg grinned, running her hands over Whitney’s tits, palms brushing her
nipples, making her shiver. Her voice grew louder when she said, “Bet I can
make you come faster than that!”

The
boys took up that gauntlet and starting laying bets, never taking their eyes
off the two girls as Meg situated Whitney on the coffee table this time,
sliding her panties down. Whitney looked around, knowing the guys at the other
frat were seeing everything she was—the endless faces surrounding them, a
bunch of drunk, horny frat boys, every single one of them with an erection he
would jerk later, remembering this night.

Then
she looked down at Meg as she settled herself between Whitney’s parted thighs
and knew Ryan was seeing this too—his girlfriend nuzzling Whitney’s pussy
open with her nose and tongue, their eyes locked as Whitney half-sat up on her
elbows. The sight of Meg, nearly naked, straps from the gear hanging from her
shoulders, kneeling between her thighs, was almost enough to send her into
orbit, but it was the press of Meg’s little pink tongue, slowly, softly lapping
at Whitney’s aching clit, that gave her the a sudden sense of flying. That, and
the still slick black vibrator Meg turned on and slid into her waiting, aching
cunt.

Whitney
knew she should pay attention to what was going on—how the guys leaned in
to watch, how they nudged each other and snickered and made comments too low
for her to hear—but she couldn’t concentrate, not with Meg’s mouth
covering her pussy, the soft quiver of her tongue so perfect, so delicious. She
lost her hands in Meg’s hair, rocking her hips. Meg, too, found all this stupid
gear extraneous and attempted to strip her of it, but she couldn’t seem to do everything
at once.

One
of the guys—the big one who’d met them upstairs, the one she’d called Jason
Bourne—leaned over to help Meg. Whitney glared at him, brushing his hands
away, trying to do the straps herself, but she couldn’t reach all the
fasteners.

“It’s
okay,” he said softly, meeting her eyes. “I won’t touch you.”

She
let him, moaning softly as Meg worked her tongue back and forth over her clit,
eyes closing involuntarily. She was getting close. Oh, so close. She heard one
of the guys say, “Thirty more seconds!” and knew she would make it. Meg was
going to make her come that fast. Then the straps were off, her bra undone,
breasts free, Meg’s hand cupping and kneading them as she worked her lips and
mouth and tongue between Whitney’s quivering thighs. With her other hand, she
fucked her senseless with the big, black vibrator.

“Ohhhh
fuckkkk!” Whitney groaned, lifting her hips, completely carried away in the
moment. She forgot everything except Meg, lapping studiously between her
thighs, paying such nice, close attention to her clit. That focus was
persistent, tenacious. She couldn’t hold back anymore. “Oh! God! Meg! I’m
gonna—”