Girls Only: College Days Read Free

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