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  COLLEGE GRIND / OUCH

  A Phaze Fury Double HeatSheet by

  Courtney Bee

  Phaze 6470A Glenway Avenue, #109 Cincinnati, OH 45211-5222

  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

  "W

  ait 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 itif 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 theway 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, fullbody 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 pillowthat 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' sweatslick 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.