A Friendly Competition

Tina and Garret are best friends, but no one would ever know it from the way they act. They just can't keep from competing with each other, even over the littlest of things. When they move in together, a playful argument over who gets to use the shower first turns into a hot and unforgettable encounter for both of them...

Excerpt:
This apartment’s main advantage was in its location. Close to school. It had two relatively decent sized bedrooms, but there was a definite downside: only one bathroom that had to be shared. “I call dibs on the shower,” I hollered out. Garrett didn’t acknowledge my words and I didn’t know if he was locked in his room or not. “I need to get ready for my date tonight.”

It took me longer than I would’ve liked to find the clothes I wanted to wear, though I could’ve sworn that I had packed them where I could easily get to them tonight. I probably should’ve left the dress on a hanger, draped over the back of the seat in the car that I had written over in, but I had been such a rush to try to get this last load over to the apartment, that I had completely forgotten to do so.

I knew it wasn’t in the main backpack that I had carried with me. I remember thinking about putting it there, but had decided against it because I knew that it would be crumpled and wrinkled by the time I was ready to unpack. And either Garrett nor I had an iron and ironing board.

There wouldn’t be enough time for me to go get one, either, before Lee was expected to arrive.

I finally found my dress, tucked in a box that was full of, of all things, some kitchen things that my mother had given me. I had told her that I was planning to cook a bit more home, in order to save money so that I would not just be paying for rent and nothing else. I’d still like to be able to have a social life, even though I knew I wouldn’t have much time between college and my job.

Which made tonight, with Lee, more important than ever.

He had been complaining over the summer about how much time I had spent working, instead of with him. He was an only child, with parents who were a bit better off financially than mine were. They were paying for all of his expenses at college, including giving him spending money as if he were still a little kid who could get an allowance.

Of course, his intent on staying at home was another money saver. Mainly for them.

I’d gotten a couple of scholarships, but they didn’t even cover half of my tuition. And my parents made just enough money so that I couldn’t qualify for most financial aid, yet at the same time, they couldn’t really afford to help me very much with college other than what they had managed to scrape together in savings during the time that I was still a child.

After I had found my clothing, the next thing I needed to search for was my toiletries. My bath stuff. Those were also not exactly where I had expected it to be, though it didn’t take me nearly as long to find.

Unfortunately, the one thing I didn’t seem to have packed were towels. I didn’t technically own any and I hadn’t thought of bringing any of those that belonged to my parents.

Maybe Garrett had brought some.

I decided to drop off my things in the bathroom before I went off to find my new roommate, but as I entered the small, narrow space, I stopped in my tracks.

My breath caught in my throat.

Oh, Garrett had a towel all right. But it might be his only one, and at the moment it was wrapped around his narrow waist. A crumpled pile of fabric nearby made it clear that the terry cloth was likely the only thing he was wearing at the moment as he leaned over the single sink to splash water on his face. In preparation for shaving, I had to assume.

Perhaps I should have been ready for the flutter I felt in my pussy at the sight. But though it was not the first time I’d felt some attraction toward my best friend, it caught me by surprise as it always did.