Jocelyn barely paid attention in her classes the next day, her mind spinning wicked sexual fantasies about Cheyenne that nearly always culminated in full on passionate lovemaking. If she was that pent up when the girl came over, it would spell certain doom for her intentions. After classes were over for the day, she sprinted back to the apartment where she lived alone, desperately craving self-satisfaction to calm her libido.

Fluffing up the numerous white pillows on her queen-sized bed, she leaned back gently, letting a long breath out of her lungs through her teeth, almost creating a faint whistle. She smoothed out the almost too short plaid skirt she...