The Broken Heartbreaker.

'Don't caress her arm!' Carla began the chant.
'Don't tuck her hair!' Annie seconded.
'Don't hug her!' Faith smacked the gavel, 'You'll catch feelings.'
East west someone was shouting a command.

Alex felt hands on her ass not sure when they had gotten beneath her pants. A squeeze on them had her gasping. A tongue slid past her lips clearly taking advantage of her reaction. There was no battle for dominance, Alex was a goner.
She had already resigned herself to the fact that she had picked the wrong candidate to fuss.

As if that was not enough, Blair's waist was pushed forward crashing onto her walking wet dream's gorgeous body.
Her lips were locked on to another set and pulled in for a kiss of the millennium. Her mouth was explored from all corners.
Blair held on for life's dear sake. She grabbed a handful of hair enough to hold the girl in place and deepen the kiss. Her tongue collided with another as a set of familiar arms roamed her body.
She was hot. Too hot.
She was getting wet. Really wet.
She was flustered. Extremely flustered.
A quickie was what she actually needed.