EXTRACT FOR
Third Girl
(Cheyenne Wilson)

That morning I asked Amber if she was busy that night. It had been over a week without any action for me and I was ready to tear something apart.



"I got a date with a guy. I think it's pretty serious. If it doesn't work out you can do me next week," she said.



I couldn't find Bridget anywhere, but Chloe found me at lunch.



"Are you doing anything tonight?" she said.



"Am I doing anything or anyone?"



She laughed and touched my arm. "If you're not doing one of the other girls, you want to come over and see me tonight?"



"Sure. What time?" I said.



"My parents are going out. We should have the house to ourselves for a couple of hours.  That should be plenty of time."



"I'll see if I can fit it in," I said.



Her hand moved down to the front of my jeans and rubbed the bulge where I was swelling up.