CHAPTER 1

The hurried clicking of her heels resounded in the corridor. She cursed herself as she turned a corner – how could she have forgotten about that paper? She heaved the books over to her other arm to free her hand for opening the door. She was just about to grab the handle when she noticed the sock. The man’s sock. She groaned in frustration – this was really not the time for this. She didn’t want to work in the library at the risk of getting asked questions all the time.

She took a breath and banged on the door. "Bette, let me in."

Muffled voices sounded through the door. Nothing happened. She banged again. "Elizabeth Porter, let me the fuck in. I have work to do!"

A minute later, the door was opened from the other side rather violently. "Don’t you ever fucking call me that," Bette snorted. "That is low, Chris-"

"Don’t even," Tina sternly warned her. She put her bag on her desk and turned her back to Bette and the boy that was lying on her bed with a look of confusion etched on his face. "I have a paper due tomorrow."

Bette treated Tina’s back to her infamous eye-roll, closed the door and crawled on top of the boy. As if nothing had interrupted them, she bucked her hips again without abandon. She swatted his hands away from her breasts when he squeezed them too hard. She closed her eyes, convincing herself she could concentrate better if she did.

Bette’s laboured breathing didn’t distract Tina at all. She recognised the kind of breathing – Bette was working hard and probably thanking her high school bastketball coach for the fact that she was so fit. She continued riding the boy, alternating between fast and hard and slow and hard. Neither seemed to do it for her. Finally, she gave up.

"Kennard," she groaned in frustration. "Some help would be appreciated."

Tina sighed and stood up. She had expected this. The boy once again looked very confused as the blonde walked over to the bed. A grin spread on his face when he realized the possibilities. Tina crawled on the bed, sitting down on her knees behind Bette.

She put her hands on Bette’s sides and felt the girl shudder. She scooted a bit closer and brought her mouth to her ear. "Let me take care of it," she whispered, the hot breath tickling Bette’s ear. For the first time, she let out a genuine moan.