COLLEGE GRIND / OUCH

A Phaze Fury Double HeatSheet by

Courtney Bee

Phaze

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This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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College Grind/Ouch © 2007 by Courtney Bee

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Cover art © 2006 by Kathryn Lively

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Ouch

"Wait a minute," Yuna said, her eyes narrowing into slits. "Did you just say what I think you said?"

"No—no, you misunderstood me. I didn't mean that I actually wished you were—"

"A man."

Allie couldn't tell whether she was seething or wounded; Yuna's almond-colored eyes were flickering with silent emotion, her lips pursed slightly.

"That isn't what I meant," Allie said softly.

Yuna looked away. Her long black hair fell like a curtain down her shoulders, catching the light as her head turned. A long tendril fell across her face, obscuring her eyes.

"Are you…crying?" Allie said gently.

Yuna's head whipped toward her, eyes blazing. "Hell, no! What do you take me for—some kind of priss? You think I'd suddenly turn weepy on a dime?"

Allie smiled. Of course, she wasn't crying. On their first date, Yuna told Allie that one of her life goals was to blow up the Lifetime Network headquarters. "For turning girls into sobbing ninnies," she had said.

It had been this very brashness that originally attracted her to Yuna, a petite Asian with delicate features and glowing, ethereal skin. Upon first glance one expected her voice to be light and demure, like bells, and her persona to be nothing short of sunshine. Ha! Yuna was a pit bull in a poodle's body, her voice strong and certain, always giving her two cents whether you wanted it or not. It was one of the things Allie had always admired about her—her self-assurance. And now, Allie had just administered a verbal slap in the face, confessing to her girlfriend that she sometimes wished her a little more masculine in the bedroom.

Yuna's expression of hurt turned to abrasiveness. "You said masculine," she accused.

"It…it was the wrong word," Allie said quickly. "I just meant that sometimes I wish you were a little more take-charge when it comes to sex."

"Uh huh."

"Please don't get me wrong. The physical aspect of our relationship is very fulfilling. But the one aspect of sex I did enjoy when I was with guys was their aggressiveness."

"I'm feeling quite a bit of aggression at the moment."

"Don't be like that!" Allie implored. "You're misunderstanding. I'm only saying that sometimes I'd like it if you were a little…rougher."

"How the hell can you say that? I'm the biggest dyke in this freakin' town. No one's ever accused me of being too feminine!"

"I know, and I love that about you—"

"I didn't come out recently to my traditional Japanese parents just to have you say I wasn't being up to snuff," Yuna snapped. "Do you know what that was like? Do you? My mom was still hoping I'd agree to an arranged marriage! I had to tell her that the only way it would work was if my fiancé had tits!"

Allie felt herself growing equally defensive. "Yeah, and how do you think it was for me? I told my family, and my dad went online and started looking up exorcists!"

There was a moment of silence before laughter erupted from their lips. Yuna's eyes became soft, and her lips curved into lopsided smile.

"Sorry, Al. I was overreacting," she said.

"I didn't mean to…I don't actually wish you were a…"

Yuna nodded. "I know."

"It's just that—"

"I get it. I'm the alpha in our little dynamic, and you want that to pertain to the bedroom more."

Allie nodded. "Exactly! That's what I meant. I'm so glad you understand! Hey, where are you going? Yuna!"

She was grumbling to herself as she headed for the door, and didn't even glance back at Allie as it closed with a thud.

Allie sat unblinking on the couch, motionless, her mind reeling. I tried to tell her I wanted a little aggressiveness, she thought bitterly. And instead, I made it sound as if I wished she were a guy. Oh, stupid girl!

The knock at the door jarred her; she sprang across the room and turned the knob, biting her lower lip. Yuna was leaning against the doorway, wearing an expression that was foreign to Allie. There was an intensity in her amber eyes that she had never seen before, her lips a hard line of determination.

"Yuna," Allie blurted. "I'm sorry—I never meant to—"

"Quiet." Her voice was hard, authoritative. Allie took a step backward, unsure of what to make of it.

"I'll forgive you," Yuna said, pressing her face close. "If you do everything I say—without question—for the next hour."

The heat from her breath wafted across Allie's lips, pricking her senses. She waited for Yuna to laugh, to show it was all a parody, but Yuna's face was resolute.

"Yuna," Allie stammered. "You don't have to—"

"Oh, but I want to," Yuna said darkly, pushing her way through the door and causing Allie to take a little hop backwards. "You know me—I enjoy a challenge."

Allie gasped as Yuna's hand shot out, grabbing her by her buttery curls, holding her head firmly in place as she stepped closer. They stared at each other, face to face: Yuna's stare determined, Allie's eyes fluttering with shock.

"Ow! Yuna, stop it! That hurts!"

"You know," Yuna mused, tightening her grip. "If I were a man, I could make you do anything I wanted right now. Unless, of course…"

She yanked Allie's head back, until her head tilted far enough to expose the creamy expanse of her neck.

"Unless," Yuna continued, letting a finger trail across Allie's collarbone. "You happened to be a rather small little thing, and I happened to be a bit bigger, a bit stronger, lifted weights, and wasn't afraid to grab you by your hair and haul you into the bedroom. Oh, wait…I am those things."

Allie yelped as her head was jerked to the side, and a slew of obscenities flew from her mouth as Yuna dragged her to the bedroom.

"Yuna, knock it off!" Allie cried, her tone indignant. "That—ouch!—that hurts!"

"Aw, am I not being gentle enough for you, baby?" Yuna cooed. She pushed Allie to the mattress.

Before Allie could yell her next cry of protest, Yuna was on top of her, pinning her arms to her sides. She squirmed angrily, but this only made Yuna's grin wider.

"I mean it! Stop this right now or—"

"Or you'll what?"

"I'll beat the crap out of you!" Allie stormed.

"Sure thing. Go right ahead."

Allie thrashed and strained her wrists, struggling to free herself.

Yuna gave her an amused look and said, "Any time now, baby."

"Arghh!" the noise Allie made was more helpless than hostile.

"Well, then," Yuna smirked. "I guess I'm just going to have to continue with plan A."

"What are you—?"

Allie screamed as she felt Yuna's hand lunge for her skirt, hiking it up in one swift motion. She pinned Allie's hands above her head, wasting no time, and Allie let out an enraged shriek as she felt Yuna's hands tugging at her underwear.

"Spread your legs," Yuna snapped.

"Go to hell!"

Allie pressed her legs together so tightly that she could feel a sharp ache deep in her muscles. For a moment, Yuna was quiet, then her eyes sparkled with triumph, and Allie let out a howl as she felt her panties ripped from her body, leaving the skin red where they had been torn.

"Oww! You bitch!" she cried. "Those were new!"

Yuna held them up, examining them with a contemplative look. The panties dangled from her finger, a sheer pink thong flecked with a dainty rose print.

"That's too bad," said Yuna. "Those were cute."

Allie didn't need to see her face to know her cheeks were flaming crimson. And Yuna didn't need to ask what her captive was feeling; her gray eyes burned like lasers into hers, little slits of fury.

"But I think," Yuna said brightly, "That we can find one last use for them."

Allie opened her mouth to yell, but promptly regretted it, her cries muffled as Yuna stuffed the panties into her mouth.

Yuna traced the warm outline of Allie's lips with her finger. A little bead of sweat had tumbled down to her cupid's bow, hovering there, and she smeared the droplet across the soft flesh of Allie's lips.

"You'll beg for feminine after I'm done with you," she whispered, pleased by the way Allie's eyes widened. "Now spread…your…legs."

Allie's thighs quivered, then parted slightly, revealing the little golden triangle and a tiny glimmer of pink. Yuna's eyes locked intently on Allie's sex, taking in the thrill of it, an enticing contrast of pink against skin so pale it was almost translucent.

"You're wet," Yuna murmured. "I can tell. Look at you—you can't wait for me to finish you off."

* * * *

Allie's eyes may have been shooting daggers, but Yuna had proof that her body was loving every minute of it. She was tempted to caress the area where little droplets of moisture trickled, to plunge her finger inside until she was covered in her wetness. No, Yuna decided. You're not getting off that easily.

Ignoring Allie's glare, she yanked the lacy camisole up to her neck, exposing the delicate white bra beneath. She tugged at the bra until it slid upward, revealing first the lower curve of her breasts, then the tiny, flushed nipples. She never got tired of Allie's breasts; they were small and high, and though Allie hated them, Yuna loved the way they warmed to her touch. The nipples were a perfect shade of rose, and whenever Allie wanted to tease her lover she would forgo her bra and where a sheer white shirt, a hint of pink showing through the fabric. But there was no garment to hinder Yuna now. She let a single fingernail trace the outline of her nipple, pricking it into tautness. Allie gave a deep, full-body shudder.

Allie was used to a gentle touch, so when Yuna squeezed a nipple—hard—between her fingers, she gave a muffled little choke, staring at her in shock. Yuna disregarded her squirming and tugged at the nipple, twisting it between her fingers.

Allie winced, and she thought she saw a tear in the corner of one eye. But she wasn't about to go soft; Allie was going to learn just how aggressive her girlfriend could be. Yuna lowered her head, smothering a nipple with her lips, sucking until it grew hard against her tongue. The moan Allie made echoed through her body; she could feel the vibrations against her own skin.

Yuna flicked her tongue against the tip of her nipple, battering it until Allie's teeth clamped down on the panties.

"You want to be treated like a piece of meat?" she said. "Hmm? Do you like this?"

She took the nipple between her teeth, nibbling gently at first, then biting roughly. Allie's back arched involuntarily, pushing her breast hard against Yuna's lips.

Yuna sighed, the warmth of her breath enveloping Allie's nipple; she dug her heels into the mattress and stifled a groan.

She lifted her head suddenly, Allie's breast sliding from her mouth. Yuna pushed her face close, so that they were eye to eye when she said, "You won't be getting any foreplay, baby—so wipe that little twinkle from your eyes. Tonight we're nothing more than animals. Got it? I don't care what you want, and I don't care if I hurt you…"

She wedged her hand between Allie's thighs, but was surprised to find that she was already squeezing her legs together, rocking subtly, trying to ease the ache of arousal. Yuna felt the warm beads of moisture, she could smell Allie long before she let a finger flick against her sex, and brought it, warm and wet, to her lips. She twirled her tongue around it, savoring her lover's sweetness.

Yuna wrenched Allie's legs wide and placed a hand between her legs, sliding a finger up the line of her inner thigh, playing for a moment with the delicate folds of skin, then, without warning, plunged her finger deep inside. Yuna's eyes fluttered, half-closed, as she felt Allie shudder from the inside. Without hesitation, Yuna began to push her finger rhythmically, driving it sharply forward and then pulling it swiftly away. She did this so forcefully that Allie's legs went rigid, her ankles digging into the mattress.

Yuna's eyes darted to her lover, and she gave a sadistic smile upon seeing the torment in Allie's eyes. Her face crinkled in an expression of pain, yet on the verge of pleasure. Yuna inserted another finger, went faster. Allie screamed.

"Oh, screw it," Yuna growled, releasing Allie's wrists and snatching the saliva-soaked panties from her mouth. "This is more of a torture for me than you." She leaned close. "Move, and I swear to god I'll leave your ass black and blue. Now, kiss me."

Allie's lips parted, welcoming her tongue, welcoming the hands that squeezed and pulled at her breasts. She gave a little squeak when Yuna took her bottom lip between her teeth, biting sharply.

Allie heard the zipper, felt the rustling of Yuna's jeans as they slid from her body, and she tilted her hips to feel Yuna's bareness against her own wet flesh.

Yuna grabbed Allie's hair and forced her head back, causing her to cry out.

"Grind against me," she ordered.

Allie obeyed, rocking her pelvis, rubbing against her until Yuna's head drooped slightly, a moan erupting from her lips.

"Harder."

She wound her hand tightly around Allie's curls and gave a hard yank. Her chin jutted forward. Yuna dropped her head to glide her tongue across the heat-coated lips.

"Harder," Yuna snapped, and soon Allie was driving her hips so vehemently, so desperately, that she began to make little sobs of exhaustion.

Yuna ignored her pain and spurred her to tears, smacking her breasts sharply with her palm until the flesh grew red and enflamed.

"Please…" Her voice sounded like glass about to shatter.

"Please, what?"

Yuna pinched a nipple, tugging it until it began to swell.

"Please, what?" she repeated. "Please stop?"

Allie shook her head.

"Please…just let me come."

"Selfish, selfish."

"Please!" Her plea was so raw that Yuna knew she couldn't continue.

She was reluctant to end the fun; she had never seen Allie writhe and gasp so fervently. But she was begging so sweetly now that Yuna felt obliged to grant her request. Her hand moved to Allie's sex, and she began tease the throbbing little pearl with her finger.

"Thank you," Allie sighed, her body relaxing against the mattress. "Oh, please let me come…"

Yuna had Allie's body memorized, knew just how to make her explode. She twirled her finger in frantic little circles, smiling as Allie's lips parted in anticipation of orgasm. It wasn't long before she bit her lip, felt the first wave. She clutched Yuna's shoulders with her sweaty hands, steadying herself as her body began to shake. Yuna smothered her mouth with a kiss, sucking the orgasm from her lips, feeling the moan echo down her throat.

When Yuna lifted her head, Allie's cheeks were a flush of crimson, her bangs sticking to her forehead in a sweaty tangle. Her chest rose and fell in little heaves. Yuna cradled her cheek with her palm, administering a soft kiss to her cheek. She could taste the little drops of sweat, of strain and exhaustion, of blissful release.

Allie was staring at her in a daze; she seemed to be unsure of what had just happened.

"I…"

Yuna let a hand glide through her damp hair. "Yes, baby?"

"I liked it."

Yuna grinned. "I know, baby."

Their bodies remained in a heap for a long time. When their breathing had slowed and their skin had cooled, Yuna rolled off and propped her head with her arm, staring with adoration at the smiling blonde.

"I—I didn't know you had it in you," Allie said. "I mean, I mentioned aggressiveness and you tore me to pieces."

"And you loved it—don't act like you didn't, you little masochist."

Allie giggled. "I kind of did."

"You kind of came all over the place."

She giggled some more. "Yuna, I never meant to imply that I wished you were more like a man."

"I know, Al."

There was a moment of quiet understanding between them.

"Can—can I do that to you sometime?"

"Let me think real hard," Yuna smirked. "A hot girl having her way with me until I beg her to make me come—I'm gonna go with yes."

Allie grinned. "Good. As soon as I catch my breath I'm gonna repay you for every last mark on my body."

"Aw, don't be sore about it," Yuna replied. "And sheesh—you still haven't recovered from this orgasm, and you're already thinking about getting laid again." She smiled wide and said, "Makes you sound like a man." She had just enough time to dodge the pillow that flew at her face.

College Grind

Violet liked to joke that I had only been a "kinda" lesbian until college—until the frat parties. Watching all the beer-guzzling jocks hoot and holler like apes, slurring obscenities and dripping sweat, certainly didn't enhance my appreciation of the male specimen. Although watching a snot rocket contest from across a crowded room may have reaffirmed my sexuality a bit, I had always been gay. I remember being on the cheerleading squad in high school, continually volunteering to be on the bottom of the pyramid so that I could feel the other girls' sweat-slick bodies pressing down on me. If I timed it just right, I was able to tilt my head as the top rows climbed down, catching flashes of white panties as their skirts swished about their hips.

Sophomore year of college, my little goddess appeared, smiling at me at our sorority initiation from across the room. She wore a red headband and a simple white sweater that hugged her high, rounded breasts so lovingly that I was instantly jealous; her skirt was just short enough to make me break out in a mild sweat. When she turned her head and caught me staring, she gave me a look that said she knew exactly what I was thinking—and liked it.

Fast forward eight months: we're so close you'd have to pry us apart with a crowbar if you wanted to talk with one of us alone. The fact that we live in the same sorority house is great—we get to share a room and live in pre-marital sin on the university's dime. For a while we had a third girl sharing our room, but one night she saw our hips gyrating beneath the covers and the little whistle-blower ran down the hallway and cried lesbian.

Well, of course Tiffany and Cindy and Candy and all those other little bitches threw a hissyfit and immediately tried to get us thrown out, but the dean gave them a long speech on discrimination, and we got to stay. Most of the girls stopped talking to us, and one handed Violet a bible and tried to get us to go to her youth group. Some were outright malicious, like Melanie, calling us gross and weird and whatever other small, uncomplicated words her Communications Major brain could concoct.

She happened to inhabit the room next to us, so one night after Violet overheard her telling one of the other girls that the sorority should try harder to make us feel unwanted so that we'd leave, we had our loudest evening of sex yet, banging the headboard against the wall and letting our groans send her to sleep. Little Miss Mindy went to the dean again, and this time her complaint didn't fall upon deaf ears. Violet received a letter informing us our "case" was under consideration and it was possible we might be evicted from the sorority, as we had now been accused of reckless and inappropriate conduct. We shrugged and figured if there was a chance we'd have to leave the house, we might as well savor our current living arrangements as much as we could. The volume of our nightly groans tripled.

I couldn't have cared less about the sorority and fraternity party scene, but Violet loved it, so for her sake, we went to many a drunken beerfest. By now, everyone knew we were dating, and whenever we walked through the threshold of a big bash the girls would whisper or roll their eyes. The guys, however, had a rather different reaction. They would see us holding hands, navigating our way through the crowd, and they'd stand at full attention, craning their necks to get a better look.

"It's 'cause we're both hot," Violet liked to say. "If we were wearing flannel and penny loafers, they'd be burning crosses." The jocks had taken to calling us Betty and Veronica on account of our contrasting features. Violet had buttery blonde curls and soft gray eyes, while my hair was jet-black, my eyes a deep shade of green. I knew exactly what they were picturing when they stared at us. I usually responded to their leers with an annoyed glare, but Violet was a bit kinder, smiling and waving diplomatically.

The only pleasure I got out of these outings was seeing Mindy's look of abhorrence when we entered the room. She'd usually be clinging to her jock boyfriend, her little squeak of a laugh piercing through the room. Her eyes would quickly narrow as we flashed her our best sickly-sweet smiles. Meanwhile, her ape of a boyfriend Steve would gawk at us so bluntly that Mindy would immediately tighten her grip on his arm. Normally I didn't care, but that night her look was so spiteful that it churned my stomach. Her eyes were gloating, and I could practically hear her thoughts: Soon you freaks are outta here. Enjoy this while you can!

"Come on," Violet whispered. "Let's go rustle up some booze."

We downed a couple drinks, glancing over our shoulders every so often to see Mindy glaring at the back of our heads.

"It's not fair," said Violet. "I really liked living in the sorority house. I liked having our own room. And I know you hate this, but I'm actually going to miss these stupid parties."

I grabbed her hand, running my fingers over her palm. "This isn't for sure yet. The dean hasn't said—"

"Oh, come on, Anne." She rolled her eyes. "He wanted to kick us out the moment he heard about our situation. You know how diehard Republican the guy is. He was just waiting for an excuse that looked legitimate, and thanks to Mindy, he's got one. We'll be out on our asses by the end of the week."

I thought for a long moment. "You know Mindy's little boy toy over there is related to Dean Mason?"

"That right?"

I nodded. "Nephew, I think."

We both turned to look at Steve, who appeared to be enthralling Mindy and a couple of his football buddies with one of his harrowing sports tales. Their "huh, huh, huh" laughs blended together in a far-reaching Cro-Magnon chorus.

"You know," said Violet. "Steve actually asked me out during rush week."

I raised an eyebrow. "You, too? I caught the jerk trying to look up my skirt three weeks ago. He said he wanted to make sure I was a thong girl before he asked me out!"

Violet's fingers tightened around the little plastic cup. "That son of a…" She raised her head sharply. "And he's the dean's nephew?"

"Pretty sure."

"You know," she said brightly. "This could work! This could actually work!"

"Baby, what are you—"

"Okay," she said, clasping her hands together. "Steve's made no secret that he wants to see us get it on together."

"Tell me about it," I grumbled. "I heard the lacrosse team was putting together a pool to try and get us to Jell-O wrestle."

"Well," she stammered. "You know how you said you were curious about exhibitionism?"

"Uh huh…" I saw the wheels churning and suddenly I didn't like where the ride was taking me.

"He's related to the dean," she said, her voice taking on the tone of a plea. "He can help us."

"Uh huh…"

"Maybe if we put on a little show for him, he'd convince the dean to let us stay in the—"

"A little show?" I croaked. "What, you want to give the biggest jerk on campus a free peep show?"

Violet stared at the ground. "Well, we wouldn't let him join in or anything. I know he'd agree to it, Anne. You know he would."

I couldn't believe what my girlfriend was suggesting.

"You know," I glared. "I always thought that the element that made our sex so hot was, oh, the absence of boys!"

"We're only going to let him watch!" she implored. "Just this one time—please, Anne!"

"Why don't you chug down another beer," I said. "Maybe if you get a little more inebriated you'll have an even more brilliant idea—like blow drying your hair while you're still in the bathtub to save time."

"Alright!" she yelled, slamming her cup onto the table. "Fine. I was just thinking about how much I loved you—how I couldn't bear the thought of us living in separate apartments after we've been so happy living together. If the dean throws us out of college housing everyone will know why. The school will tell our parents, and I don't know about you, but mine will try and keep me as far away from you as possible."

Her eyes were glossy with tears. I felt myself softening, smoothing her hair with my palm.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't think of it like that."

Her face was so pained that I felt my resolve melting, even as my fists remained clenched.

"I'll do it," I blurted. "Tonight, while there's still enough alcohol in me to make me overlook the fact that this is insane."

"Oh, Annie!" She gave me a soft peck on the lips, causing every male within a twenty yard radius to snap their heads in our direction.

"I can't believe I'm going to—to—"

"Hey, you hate Mindy, right?" Violet's face broke out in a wicked grin.

"I wish I could wrap her extensions around the wheels of a city bus."

"Well," Violet beamed. "How would you like to watch her boyfriend cast his relationship aside to watch two girls get it on?"

Actually, I did like that thought. Very much.

"Follow my lead, baby."

Taking one last deep, courageous breath, I took Violet's hand and we marched brazenly to the corner of the room where Steve and his football pals were chatting. Mindy stared at us incredulously, as if she was unable to believe that the lowly lesbians would be so bold as to attempt to converse with them.

I forced my lips into a flirtatious smile while Violet batted her eyelashes.

"Hiya, Steve," I purred. "My girlfriend and I were just talking about a little fantasy we've been having lately."

The guys quickly leaned forward. Steve raised an eyebrow.

"Um, excuse me," Mindy glowered. "But what makes you think we have any interest in interacting with you?"

"Do you mind? I'm talking to my friend Steve."

Ignoring her, I stepped forward, running a finger down Steve's chest. I felt his heart beating in rapid little thumps beneath his shirt. Violet dutifully slipped beside him, rubbing his shoulder with slow, enticing strokes. Steve's mouth dangled open; his friends watched in disbelief as we pressed our bodies close.

"Steve," I whispered, letting my breath waft across his neck. "Do you want to know what our fantasy is?"

He answered so quickly the word made a little whistle as it flew from his lips. "Yes."

"Get lost," Mindy chirped. "Nobody cares about your—"

"Shut up," two of the guys hissed in unison. Mindy glared indignantly.

"You see," I continued, my eyes burning into his. "Violet and I have decided it would really turn us on to have someone watch us."

"W-watch you?" he gulped. "Like—like watch you guys—"

"Screw."

His hands tightened around his beer; the can made a crunching noise as it imploded.

"We wanted it to be someone who would really appreciate it," Violet murmured. "And we thought of you."

Mindy opened her mouth to say something, but Steve interrupted. "Are you joshing me?"

"We only have one condition," I smiled. "We want you to persuade your uncle to let us stay in the sorority house."

As Violet let her hair sweep across his arm, stirring his flesh into goosebumps, I could taste victory.

"That's it?" Steve said. "You guys'll get it on in front of me if I tell my uncle not to kick you out?"

"Tonight. Right now."

I saw the yes about to fall from his lips and suddenly I got greedy.

"And," I said. "I want you to tell him that Mindy made the whole thing up. She's on drugs, you see, and rather prone to delusions"

"You bitch!" Mindy shrieked. "Get the hell out of—"

"Done," Steve said.

Mindy let out a horrified screech.

"You all heard it," I grinned. "Steve Anderson has promised, with his closest friends as witnesses, to make sure we aren't evicted from our dorm. Now, gentleman—" I stared at Mindy. "—and shrew, if you'll excuse us, Violet and I are going to take this lucky boy upstairs and give him sweet dreams for life."

With a squeal of glee Steve pushed Mindy aside, and Violet and I each took an arm. We lead him to the staircase, Mindy's wails a symphony to my ears as we ascended the stairs. He waved one last time to his friends, who were cheering like monkeys, as we disappeared into the nearest bedroom. Violet brushed the curtain from the window, letting the moonlight flood the room. As I turned to address Steve, I saw his hands lunging for my ass and I quickly darted away.

"Nuh uh," I said firmly. "You watch. We play. Got it?"

He mumbled something beneath his breath and sat on the bed. I shut the door, clicking the lock.

"Fully nude," he blurted. "I wanna see tits and ass."

"We have a lot in common."

I approached Violet, blocking out Steve's eager grunts. She glanced shyly at him, then at me.

"Come on, baby," I whispered. "Pretend it's just you and me." I turned to glare sharply at Steve. "And no punchin' the munchkin, understand?"

He nodded, grumbling.

My hands circled her hips, drawing her to me. With a smile, I leaned forward and traced the pillowy outline of her lips with my tongue. Her jaw was tense; she was still a little nervous. I probed her lips with my tongue, parting them gently. I felt her face relax as we began to kiss.

From several feet away Steve's voice vibrated the walls. "Holy shit!"

Violet flinched at his voice until I coaxed her back into a long, wet kiss. Her arms went lax as I probed deeper, reassuring her with each hot breath. When I finally pulled away, her eyes were sparkling.

"Alright?" I asked.

"Y-yes."

"Just you and me, baby."

She nodded. Slowly, gently, I peeled her tank top over her head, revealing the soft breasts beneath. As Steve's breath caught in his throat, I felt momentarily sick exposing the girl I loved, unwrapping her like a present for a slobbering stranger. Then Mindy's outraged screech rang through my head, giving me the boost I needed to continue. I smothered her breast with my lips, nibbling and sucking until she let out a low groan.

From across the room I heard Steve muttering a steady stream of "oh gods." I tuned out his voice, focusing on the little pink nipple that was growing hard beneath my tongue. Violet began to make the soft whimpering noise I loved so much, her chest shaking in little heaves. I felt her hands fumbling with my blouse, twisting the buttons until it fell silently to the floor. Steve's eyes glinted from across the room, his breathing so shallow that he sounded like a rabbit.

When I looked up to assess Violet's comfort, I was surprised to see her eyes dancing playfully. Her hips were rocking from side to side; she ran a hand coyly through her long blonde hair. The little showboat—she was playing it up! She was like a little kid in front of a video camera. And I had to admit that I was feeling a bit of a thrill myself. Knowing that someone's eyes were combing our bodies and watching our every move was more titillating than I had imagined, even if the voyeur was an undeserving prick. But the fact that Steve was of no sexual interest to either of us, coupled with the fact that his persona made me queasy, propelled me to flaunt the situation—torture him a bit.

Violet seemed to be having just as much fun. She pushed her chest forward, letting the tip of her nipple graze the outline of my breast. I let out an exaggerated moan, arching my back so that our breasts smashed together. Steve groaned. I flashed him a smile with a hint of sadism.

As our hips came together, rocking slowly, rhythmically, I slid my hand up Violet's thigh, feeling for the damp cotton panties. I tugged them down to her knees. Her eyes became nervous again, darting to Steve, then back to me.

"I don't think…"

"Come on, baby," I smiled. "You're halfway there. Besides—you're wet."

And she was. A single drop of moisture was gliding down her leg. I leaned forward, stroking her flesh with my tongue, lapping up the warm fluid, moving steadily upward until my lips were inches from the soft pink folds tucked between her thighs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Steve running his hand over his crotch, a firm bulge beneath his jeans. With a grunt of satisfaction, I yanked Violet's skirt to the floor and buried my lips between her legs, running my tongue over every delicate contour. Her hands gripped my shoulders to steady herself as I began to tease her into a wet frenzy. She went crazy whenever I let just the tip of my tongue glide inside her, but tonight I probed her so forcefully she began to squirm with shock. My hands gripped her ass, driving her hips forward so that I could taste her deeply.

I pulled away and rose so that I could read her face. Every last trace of fear had vanished; her eyes were dizzy with lust. The man in the corner of the room had disappeared as far as we were concerned. It was just us. And we were very, very horny.

I kissed her, letting her drink deeply from my lips, the sweet taste of her own juices still clinging to my tongue. Her fingers slipped around my waist, tugging at my jeans until they glided down my legs. She slid the black thong aside and let her hand roam the soft triangle below my navel. I tilted my head back, enjoying the way her fingernails brushed against my skin. As I felt my hair tickling the arch of my back, I turned my head, catching Steve's tortured expression. I felt a little smirk of satisfaction. Before I knew it, I was batting Violet's hand away and digging my pelvis into hers. She loved it when we came that way, grinding and squirming against each other until our thighs were soaking wet. Violet came so easily like that, but would she come quickly, breathlessly, while a practical stranger watched?

As our bodies rubbed together Violet suddenly stuttered, "I don't know if I can come with him watching."

I ran my hand through her hair and gave her a reassuring smile.

Steve's voice was so high it sounded like he was going through puberty. "You both have to come or the deal's off."

I flashed Steve an annoyed look before turning back to Violet. "You can do it. Close your eyes, baby…"

I took her hands and gently guided her to the floor. Silently I laid her across the carpet, my hips gliding on top of hers. I straddled her, staring at her for a long time before I saw the reluctance melt from her face. With a wink, I began rocking back and forth, the wetness between my thighs gliding over her clit, coating it with heat. Her legs parted wider.

I barely heard the creak of the bed as Steve leaned forward, his eyes like a laser beam on our grinding bodies. Violet's voice was smothering the room, an avalanche of whimpers and guttural moans. As I slid up and down, teasing her clit with my wetness, my warmth, the softness of my triangle, she broke into a fevered panting that only meant one thing: she was coming. Violet was going to come in front of a stranger whether she liked it or not. She bit her lip as the first wave came, her body going slack against the carpet. She winced. A stream of whimpers cascaded from her lips. I leaned down and kissed her, savoring her rapid gasps as the shockwaves began to ebb.

I looked up to see Steve wide-eyed and unblinking.

"I…oh, my god…"

I kissed Violet's cheek. Her chest was rising and falling in deep, ragged breaths. Her eyes were soft when she tilted her head to smile at me. I lowered my head to give her another kiss, but Steve's voice made me pause.

"You both have to come," he grinned.

"Well," I said sweetly. "Why don't you come over here and help me out?"

He jumped straight into the air.

I glared. "Sit down, jockstrap."

He fell back onto the bed, glowering.

Violet had already sprung into action. She knew exactly what to do to send me over the edge, and no one had a more capable tongue. I stood up as she kneeled on the floor, her head tilted upward, ready to lap between my thighs like a kitten laps at milk. I cradled her head with my palm as her tongue glided over my pussy, swirling in urgent circles around my clit. I felt her finger glide inside me, rubbing in harmony with her tongue. She made a little moan of determination, pressing hard, until I felt my mouth contorting into an O. The wetness of my orgasm flooded her lips, trickling across her cheek in a warm flood. My fingers wrapped around her hair, pulling it tightly.

Her lips brushed against my clit until the last spasm. When she finally pulled away, a mischievous smile was on her lips. I ran my finger down her cheek, unable to suppress a giggle. She flashed me an amazed look that said, I can't believe we just did this! I'm pretty sure my expression was the same.

I ran my hands over her shoulders, frowning at the goosebumps that covered her body; without the heat of arousal, the room was rather cold. Silently I began to dress her. I pulled on my pants, my blouse, my shoes. When we were clothed, we stood for a moment in a daze, surprised by the thrill of what we had just done.

Steve sat rigidly on the bed, staring at us as if we were the angel Gabrielle himself. I noted the dark wet spot on his crotch, smiling with satisfaction. Steve shifted quickly so that the evidence of his pleasure was tucked between his crossed legs.

Without groans and pants to fill the silence, an awkwardness washed over the room. No one knew what to say now that our clothes were on.

Steve was the first to speak, standing clumsily. "Er, uh—very nice. Beyond expectation."

He leaned forward, shaking our hands politely. Violet and I giggled. Had we just given a PowerPoint presentation?

"And you'll keep up your end of our agreement?" I said.

"Of course."

"Good," I smiled. "Because if you don't I'm going to tell everyone that you came up here to have a hands-on threesome with us and couldn't get it up. Good day, Steven."

Steve kept up his side of the bargain, and no one ever questioned his erectile abilities. Much to our beloved sorority sisters' dismay, we continued to live in sin amongst them, spending our evenings studying for exams, watching The Daily Show, and playing poker…naked. As for Mindy, a series of tragic circumstances led to her eviction from the sorority house. Her parents demanded she live under their roof for the remainder of college after some very unsettling rumors fell directly upon the dean's ears. It appears the stories about Violet and I performing lewd acts while living in the sorority house were simply wild accusations Mindy had made while not in a normal state of mind. She was on drugs, you see. Heroin apparently. Nice, Steve. Nice.

About the Author

While not yet the Ernest Hemingway of erotic literature, naughty story ideas swarm Courtney Bee’s mind faster than she can write them down, so expect to see more moaning maidens and femme fatale fairies in the near future. Courtney Bee is a current college student and covert erotica writer in Orange, California. When she finds herself zoning off during yet another lecture on the nuances of Huckleberry Finn, she can sometimes be seen scribbling down her latest tawdry escapade.  She is currently working on an erotic science fiction novel. She has great sex. For more info on upcoming stories, books, and events, please visit www.courtneybee.com.

Collect all 13 Phaze Fury Stories!

A CERTAIN WAY – RENEE BLAINE

COQUETTE – N

TIME WARP – ALESSIA BRIO

COLLEGE GRIND/OUCH – COURTNEY BEE

ESCAPE – JADE FALCONER

CLOSING THE DEAL – MISSY LYONS

QUEEN OF CARNAGE, VOL. 1-2 – MICHAEL BARNETTE

JASON'S RECKONING – MERRY PHILLIPS

JILTED – LEIGH ELLWOOD

MASQUERADING HEARTS – VICTORIA BLISSE

PAYBACKS ARE HELL – YEVA WEIST

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