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Chapter 2 by escobar37 escobar37

What happens?

Jane sends you a text

Before you can login to class website, your phone chimes with a wonderfully familiar tone.

Jane.

You look down at the screen see the text

"Friends bailed. What are you doing?"

Fantastic. You weren't about to finish this assignment anyway. A visit from Jane should pick up your spirits. You quickly text back "At the dorms. You should come by" and she replies with a 20 minute ETA. You decide to grab a quick shower since you'd been to the gym earlier. True to her word, in 20 minutes Jane shows up at your door, giving you a quick kiss before she plops down on the bed.

"I thought your were supposed to be out with Audrey and Steph, what happened?" you ask.

With an exasperated sigh Jane explains, "Steph wasn't feeling well, so she didn't come out with us to the party. And Audrey met this guy and decided to suck face the whole night, leaving me in a house full of people I didn't know. Of course she went home with him."

"That does seem to be her pattern," you chuckle.

"Yeah, she's in her slut phase, I guess. So much so she didn't bother to tell me when she left. I spent fifteen minutes fending off gross drunken advances before I started asking around for her like I was on Law and Order", she holds up her phone, with a picture of Audrey on it, "Have you seen this girl? What time? Do you remember who she was with? I swear, if she ends up dead, I can totally help file the police report."

Damn. Jane was just great. She's packed into tight jeans with a black blouse unbuttoned just enough to be occasionally distracting. Her hair was tied back and she was wearing a thin black choker. It was a style you used to associate with goth chicks, but you really liked how it looked when it was the only thing she was wearing.

You're pretty sure that Jane is still talking, but after taking in her sexy little body sitting there on your bed, your mind is anywhere but on the words coming out of her mouth. You're thinking about what could go in that mouth and then what might drip out of that mouth down onto a blouse that was ripped open only minutes before.

You can't take it anymore, it's time to make your move.

What do you do?

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