You like the idea of making Jane your sugar baby

A lightbulb switches on in your head.

Giving Jane everything she wanted put her in your debt, but now she feels obligated to pay you back. You have to admit, the idea of your athletic friend and longtime crush taking care of you, sexual care of you, as payback sounds nice. Real nice.

So nice, can you really accept that it's only going to happen once? Pressure builds in your groin.

"What if it's not just once?"

"Huh?" asks Jane.

"A jeep, a laptop, that's nothing to me. I loved spending the morning with you." Boldly, you run your hands down her arms and looking intently into her eyes. "Hanging out. Taking care of you. Getting you what you need. The way your eyes lit up..."

The tomboy's cheeks redden.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe it is a big deal that I grabbed a jeep for you, just because you wanted it," you say. "And you know what? I don't care if it's a big deal. I'd do it again in a heartbeat, just to see you smile."

"I can't," says Jane, shaking her head vehemently. "I can't ask you to do that."

"Yes you can," you insist, taking her hands in yours. Her fingers a rough, but smaller than your own. Her skin's so hot...

She squeezes your hands as if to push them away. "I'm not a charity case."

Your lips still buzz from where Jane kissed you. How she kissed you. So much passion. So much emotion. This girl has so much more to offer you than you could ever give her.

"No, you're not," you agree, intently meeting her eyes, not letting her escape. "I might've just got you a car, but you did something about that. That kiss? That evened the scales, Jane." You shake your head, a flurry of emotions running rampant within you. "We're friends, we've been friends for years, but you're right - I did have a thing for you - do have a thing for you, still. You've always been beautiful to me, inside and out, and you just showed me that you care too. That's worth way more to me than some jeep we got out of a parking lot."

Jane shifts self-consciously in front of you.

"Anything you want is yours. I'll make sure of it," you say. "And it doesn't have to be charity. You can give me the one thing nobody else can."

Jane swallows, shrinking in front of you. "You mean..."

"What's something you want, Jane?"

Nervously, Jane considers her answer. She picks it carefully. "I mean... I always wanted to visit Australia..."

She wants to go to Australia? You're not one to judge, you've always wanted to go to London just so you could ride the big Ferris wheel thing they've got there. If that's Jane's dream, you'll make it true.

"Done," you say. "Whenever you want to go, tell me. I'll handle everything."

The offer leaves the redhead shellshocked. "Really?"

"Really," you say, touching her freckly cheek. "And it can be like that forever."

Jane gulps audibly. "I just have to..."

You dart in and steal a kiss from her lips, causing Jane to gasp and pull away a second after.

"Nothing more than you want. It was your idea to pay me back like this. Remember, you have what I want, not the other way around. You're in control," you rumble, feeling like some romantic hero about to sweep his prey - er, his love interest off her feet. "What do you think?"

Jane doesn't have to think long. It's just too good an offer to pass up.

Haltingly, she nods.

"Then it's a deal," you say.

Jane takes a slow breath, overwhelmed by what she just agreed to. "Can I still see other guys or..."

Can she still see other guys? You weren't planning on making this an exclusive thing, but hearing Jane suggest it practically explodes your head.

"Everything will make sense in a second, I think," you say, still reeling at the idea of somebody with Jane who isn't you. "I'm going to take some things from you to make this easier for the both of us. Are you ready?"

Suddenly, Jane grips your shirt, changing her mind. "No, wait. I didn't know you meant you'd claim stuff -"

Too late. You're already rushing downhill. This too good a deal to pass up, and Jane thinks so too! There's stopping you now.

"I claim your gratitude," you say. "I know I already have it, but I just want to make it official. No looking back, all right? This is the right decision, and you're glad you made it."

Jane's mouth falls open. She stares at you in awe.

"From now on, you'll be especially grateful every time I get you something you need, or want, or ask for. The more it matters to you, the more grateful you'll be," you say, speaking faster than your racing pulse. "In fact, Jane, you'll be so grateful, that whatever we get up to together between me and you, it's going to feel like a fair trade. You'll be incredibly thankful to be a kept woman, and doubly thankful it's me who's keeping you."

You can practically watch Jane's mind rewiring itself in front of you in real time. Her eyes soften, losing their edge of fear and panic. Her shoulders relax, and a beatific, wondering smile appears on her lips.

"Wow, really?" exclaims Jane, bouncing on her toes. "Thank you, Chase!"

"Ah! You're welcome!" you say, relishing the joy on your crush's face. Everything you want, everything Jane wants - you're going to get it! "I'm not done yet, though! Let's claim your romantic preferences too!"

"My romantic preferences?" repeats Jane, in wonder. "What are you going to do with those?"

"I'm about to tell you," you say through your manic smile, strategizing your words to keep the best of Jane all to yourself. "You can see other boys if you want, but you'll keep it strictly above the waist. You don't want anything serious. No long-term boyfriends, no getting married. The only one who you feel deserves your romantic attention is the guy who takes care of you."

"Hey, isn't that just you?" asks Jane mirthfully, slugging you playfully in the shoulder, not hard enough to actually hurt.

"If the boot fits," you say, through a guilty grin.

Jane looks at you with new, adoring eyes, but bashfully, she has **** but to shake her head. "I don't want to be dead weight, Chase," she reminds you, blushingly embarrassed, sounding more like a delicate young maiden rather than the tough skater chick she is.

"I mean," she continues, "I'm glad that you want to take care of me so much - I know there's people are out there who can't even take care of themselves - but that's why I needed to pay you back in the first place. This... I feel like I'm getting swept up in it all, and my heart's screaming at me to just say yes because how awesome just letting it happen will be, but... isn't the whole deal you're offering kind of not balanced at all?"

Fair enough. An oversight on your part, nothing major though.

"We can fix that," you offer, remembering your claim on Jane's romantic preferences. "When a guy does something for you that you can't really pay back, it's incredibly romantic. And if you ever think you're not measuring up on your side of things between us, it'll just make you feel extra lucky and grateful that I'm happy with you just as you are."

Jane rocks back on the balls of her feet, and gawks at you like you've just turned to gold.

You grin and touch your thumb to her chin. "So?"

The girl blushes hard, then shoves you backward even harder. You fall into the warm jeep, onto the back seat.

Jane bounds in after you and pulls the door shut. Instantly, she straddles your thighs. "My turn," says the athletic girl, roughly groping the bulge in your jeans. "So you're my man now, huh?"

"Bought and paid for," you reply, running your hands along Jane's sweatpants. The material's a lot thinner than you anticipated. You feel the heat of her toned thighs beneath it. "And that makes you my woman, doesn't it?"

She sucks in a breath, and applies pressure on your groin in just the right place. "I'd be lying if I said I totally understand what you did to me, but I feel like I should be thanking you for it," Jane says, massaging your hard-on through your athletic shorts. "So thank you. Thank you so, so much, Chase. Really. Seriously. This changes everything. I'm so, so happy right now. All I want is to make you happy too."

You lick your lips and let your hands run up Jane's back, carrying her shirt along with them. Flat stomach. Freckles above the line of her sports bra. God, she's sexy.

She shivers. "This... is going to be good. Right? With you and me?"

You answer by hooking your thumbs under the straps of her bra, pushing it out of the way.

Jane holds her breath.