Seduced In College (Campus Dorm Room School student One Night Stand Erotica Girl Romance Sex Stories series) (12 page)

It’s a text message from Anthony.  “Emilie, where are
you?”

I really don’t want to talk to this “boyfriend” any
more.  I put down my iPhone.  Soon, it beeps again.  I look at
the screen.  It’s another message from Anthony.

 “We need to talk.”

“It’s over, cheater,” I text back.

A new message comes. “I was turned on by accident.”

You mean you fucked that fat ass by accident?
 
This is the lamest lie I ever heard.  “What do you want?”

“Can we start again?  I love you.”

“NO!” I text back and then turn off the iPhone.  “Son
of bitch,” I murmur.

“You okay?” Jack asks.

“Okay,” I look into the far distance.

“Look, life is not always fair.”

“Do you want to know my story?”

“If you don’t mind sharing.”  Then he adds, “Unless
you really don't.”

Do I want to?  Jack is the only one I can share my pain
with now.  I briefly talked about my family and what I’ve gone
through—until before last night.  Jack shakes his head.  “Emilie, I
didn’t realize you are so strong.”

Strong?
  This sounds odd.  But I really
like it. 

“So, what made you leave Boston last night?” he asks.

“Before I knew you, my boyfriend Anthony was the only one I
could really share my mind with.  But I never told him my parents have
money.  I want him to love me, not the money.”

“You did the right thing,” said Jack.  “Guys can be
evil.”

“Anthony liked to chat with my roommate, Sara.  Well,
I won’t say it’s flirting, but pretty much.”

“Is this Sara hot?”

“No way.  But she thought she was the hottest girl in
the whole world.  You know what she liked to say?”

“What?”

“‘My boobs are bigger than my sister’s.’  And it
turned out her sister was only eleven.”

“What a dumb head!” 

“I had to work.  Many times, I came back and saw
Anthony in my room.  ‘I’m waiting for you.’  He kept telling
me.  I knew he came for Sara but I didn’t say anything.”

“What a cheap ass.”

“Yesterday, I didn’t feel well.  So I came back
early.  I opened the door and saw bra and panties on the floor.  They
were in
my
bed!”

“Those cheaters,” Jack’s eyes popped out. “They should be
hanged.”

“And Anthony said, ‘You were supposed to be at
work.’  He didn’t apologize.  Not a single word.” 

I try to hold back my tears.  But they come out and
run down.

Jack comes over and passes me a box of tissue.  “This
bitch deserves a good lesson.  And that Sara bitch, too.”  He look at
me, “Where do they live?”  Blood vessels pop up on Jack’s neck and
temples.

I shake my head. “It’s over, Jack.”

Jack pats on my back softly.  “Let me know if that
bastard bugs you again.  I’ll fix him in no time.”

I nod.

I can’t go to sleep.  I stare at the ceiling.  I
wish I could wipe out all the memories about my past and start all over like a
piece of white paper.

What’s going to happen tomorrow?  A long ride, for
sure.  And then what?  Saying goodbye to Jack?  Exchanging phone
numbers?  What else?  Who else can I talk to after he leaves? 
No one.  Really.

Maybe I can find a job soon.  Maybe I can still show
people how strong and how independent I am.  But… inside?  Do I have
anything left inside at all?

Slowly, I close my eyes. 

I walk on the beach.  This should be in Miami because
there is no snow.  Right.  I see palm trees, too.

“Emilie.”  It’s Anthony!

I begin to run.

“Emilie, come back,” Anthony calls.

I turn around and see Sara, wearing only a bra and a
G-string.  Her fat butt looks so ugly. “Emilie, come back.”  She
smiles.

I turn back and run.  I bump into someone.  “Got
you, Emilie,” It’s Anthony.  He holds me tight.

“Yeah! We got you,” Sara jumps on me.

I can’t breathe.  I yell.

“Emilie, Emilie…”

I open my eyes.  It’s Jack.  “Are you
okay?  Why are you yelling?”

It’s a dream.

Jack rubs my back gently.  “Take it easy, okay?”

I nod.

He goes back to his bed.

I lie down and close my eyes.  I see Sara and Anthony
right away.  “Get away from me!” I yell.

Jack rushes over.  “You okay?”  He holds my
shoulders.  “It’s over.  As you said, it’s all over.”

“Jack, don’t leave me alone,” I say.

“Are you sure?” Jack asks.

I nod and move to aside to make some room for him.

He lies down on his back and pulls the blanket to cover
both of us.

“Hug me,” I say.

He turns over and holds me.  His cock sticks out high
like a baseball bat.  It’s thick and hard.

“Jack?”

“I promised not to hurt you,” he says.

I hold him.  His body is hairy and warm.  His
hot breath makes my heart race.

I move my body close to his.  He doesn’t move. 

I wrap my leg around his body.  I can feel his cock
becomes harder. 

I sit up, take off my bathrobe, and then lie down.  I
wrap my arms tightly around his neck.   He holds me with his strong
arms.  This makes me feel safe and secure. 

I push my leg in between his.  He lets my leg
in.  His leg is heavy.  My leg turns numb instantly.  But I
don’t want to pull it out. 

His penis pushes hard on my body.  It almost touches
my vagina.  Fluid seeps out from the head.  My panty gets wet. 
That gives me the cool and sticky feeling.

Somehow, I want him to break his promise.  But he
doesn’t move.

“Jack?”

“Let’s get some good sleep, okay?  Tomorrow is going
to be rough.”

“Okay.”  Slowly, I fall asleep.

I wake up.

Jack is still asleep.  He is lying on his back,
snoring slightly.  One of his arms is under my head.

I sit up.  My hair gets stuck.  I try to comb my
hair with my hands. 

It’s six thirty in the morning.  I slip down to the
floor and walk to the window.  I lift the curtain a tiny bit and peek
outside.

The sunshine has lit up the whole sky, which is the mix of
white, blue, silver, orange, and red.  There is no snow. 
We are
getting there!  Miami, I’m coming.
 

The hotel is right off the highway.  I can see cars
and trucks moving into and out of the highway. 
Come on, guys. 
It’s only six thirty.
 

Jack turns over.  He stretches his arms, trying to
hold me.  He tries a few times and then stops. 
Too late,
Jack.  This man must be in an old gang.  He tried so hard to keep his
promise. 

I step into the bathroom but do not lock the door. 
Being with Jack is safer than safe.  I’m one hundred percent sure.

I finish my washing and come out.

Jack sits on the bed.  His eyes are all red.  He
seems to need more sleep.

“Did you have good sleep, Jack?”

“Oh, sure.  Maybe I slept too much.  How about
you, young lady?”

“I’m totally refreshed.”  I wear only the bra and
panties.  I show him my body.

“There,” Jack tosses me the bathrobe.

What an old-fashioned gangster.
  I put on my
bathrobe.

“Can I use the bathroom now?” he asks.

“It’s all yours,” I give him a stern look.

Jack is not all dumb.  “Emilie, did I do anything
wrong?”

You did everything too right, Mr. Gangster!
  I
shake my head.

“Psychologists,” he shakes his head.  “You never understand
them.”

Jack comes out after two minutes. 

“Are you sure you washed yourself?”

“Positive.”

I pull him close and sniff.  “Ew, you smell like
skunk.”

“I must be the best smelling skunk in South Carolina.”

“Jack, you are so gross.”

“I’m hungry.  Let’s go.”

We put on proper clothing and rush downstairs.  The
hotel offers a continental breakfast.  Well, junk food and coffee and milk
stuff.

Jack eats a lot. 

“Jack, have you ever been charged extra?”

“For what?”

“For the food you eat.”

“No way,” he picks up another doughnut.  “I ate
twelve eggs in a Marriott last time.”

“For your breakfast?”

“Yeah.  And three muffins, too.”

“You didn’t get sick?”

“Me?  Getting sick?  Never.  I drank water
the whole day, of course.”

I really don’t understand this guy.  He is holding an
Amex Centurion card, which means thousands and thousands of dollars
available.  But he acts like he never gets enough to eat.  He is ten
times harder to understand than a psychologist.

We hit the highway.  It’s warm.  We see green
everywhere—trees, grass, and farm fields.

“I love the weather.  I can’t wait to see
Miami.”  I say.

“I'm sure it’s lovely.  Want more music?”

“Classical?”

“What’s your favorite?” he asks.

“Something more trendy, I guess,” I smile.

“Rap?  Rock & roll?”

“Can I, please?”

“Sure.  Let’s see…” He is not so sure.  He
pushes a button. 

It’s a morning talk show.  “Lewinsky…”

“Huh…” Jack laughs.  “Old joke.”  He pushes
another button.

…, I've been Annotaterich, crack by my stick shift /
Oxy like concerts, always my bread first / GetMine my nickname, O-X and cocaine
/ Nina my new thing, blew up before fame…

Oh, yeah, SchoolBoy Q.

Jack seems like it.  He rocks his body with the
rhythm.  Once in a while, he smiles at me.  Oh, that smile.  It
melts anything.

Does he have a girlfriend?  With the money he has, he
may have a dozen easily.  I’m sure there are always those hot chicks who
like to trade their bodies for money. 

So, maybe that’s why he kept his promise last night? 
Does he have a girlfriend far better than me so I’m not attractive to him at
all?  Or maybe he has several?

I become jealous.  I hate his girlfriend, or
girlfriends.  Why should I be jealous?  He is not my boyfriend. 
And he is not going to be.  The moment we hit Miami, it’s all
over.   Our lives happened to cross each other at this special
moment.  But it’s a tiny moment coming to an end real soon.

I don’t think he feels anything about me, either.  At
first, he called me “kid”.  I’m not a kid.  I’m as old as he
is.  Or maybe one or two years younger.  But I’m an adult.  I’m
in the college.  I can drink.  I can vote.  But he treats me
like a kid who knows nothing.  This is unfair.

Then what?  Did he call me “young lady”?  What
does that mean?  It means a total stranger.  Right?

Be happy, Emilie. 
I try not to think about it
anymore.  I look at the scenery.  Trees, bushes, hills, and farm
fields.   Then trees again… 

“Hey, what’s up?” Jack asks.

I turn to him. “Nothing,” I say.

“Let’s go.”

“Go?  Where?”

“Lunch time.  Let’s eat.”

Now I realize we are off the highway already.  We
walk into a Burger King.  The line is long.  “Wow, this is going to
take forever.  Damn it, I’m starving.”

“Didn’t you eat a big breakfast?” I ask.

“So?”

We get the food and find a small table at the
corner.  The building is made of glass walls.  We can see everything
outside; cars, people, and vehicles rushing by on the highway.

Jack finishes his burger in about a minute.  Now he
looks much happier.

“Jack, do you think Burger King is a healthy food?”

“Sure, all the foods are extremely healthy.”

“How about your girlfriend? Does she like Burger King,
too?”

“You mean my ex?  She eats anything.”

Ex?  That means he doesn’t have a girlfriend at
the moment.
  I’m thrilled.  A surge of atomic heat runs from my
head all the way through my body.  My cheeks flush.

I’m the smartest girl in the world.  Seriously. 
See how smart I am?  I accomplished mission impossible with
one
simple question.  Who says psychology is useless?  It’s a lethal
weapon that can do anything.  

Did I really use some powerful psychological strategy or
just a simple trick born out of a lady’s jealousy?  I don’t care.  I
revealed the secret.  That’s the only thing that matters.

My excitement ends soon.  The reality is, he is going
to disappear from my life the moment we hit Miami.  That’s
today
.

“You don’t eat much.  You okay?” he asks.

“I’m okay,” I say.  But I’m still hungry.  “Can
I eat in the car?” I ask.

“Sure, why not?” he says.  “That’s going to save some
time.”

Oops.  Wrong strategy. 
I want to stay
longer with him.