9 comments/ 37024 views/ 11 favorites One Night, Two Parties By: astuffedshirt_perv Round 4 for Jen and Jason. This follows Crutches, Booty Call and Ride Home, but can be read alone. * Jen found a box waiting for her in the mailroom when she returned from class. She suspected it contained a dress to replace the one Jason had ripped during their tryst a few days prior. She put it aside and set about getting some homework done. Finally, temptation won and she picked it up. Opening it on her bed, she gasped as she pulled out the blue dress. It was a beautiful violet blue silk dress and she paused for a long moment to admire it. Driven by the desire to see it on her, she quickly stripped and put it on. It was gorgeous and fit her slim body perfectly as she modeled it in front of her mirror. The dress had a high neck in front, but was open all the way down her back and fastened behind her neck, which meant she couldn't wear a bra. It fell to just above her knees and shimmered wonderfully. Jen knew it was worth significantly more than the summer frock Jason had ruined. She returned to the box to pull out matching heels, a small blue sequined purse, and of course, a pair of panties with a turquoise lace top and blue striped bottom. Jen's jaw dropped as she marveled at the stiletto heels, at least 3" in height, way higher than anything she had ever worn. She kicked off her socks and sneakers and added the heels to her ensemble. Her heart fluttered as she admired herself. Karen, her freshman roommate, returned from class. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed as she saw her. "You look amazing!" Jen just nodded with a grin. Karen placed her bag down and drooled over her outfit. "How much did that set you back?" "Jason got it for me," she smiled, her eyes never leaving the mirror. "Oh my God that is so awesome! The nicest thing my boyfriend ever got me was a COD game." "I didn't know you were a gamer." "I'm not," Karen pointed out. "And look at those shoes!" "I don't know if I can walk in them," Jen complained. "Honey, practice!" Karen said, squatting down to get a better look. "Did he buy these also?" "Yeah." "Wow! Best boyfriend ever!" Karen exclaimed. She examined the dress again. "Well, the back is open." "Yes, I won't be able to wear a bra." "Yeah, but that's fine for you." "Hey now, I'm not that small," Jen replied, self-consciously grabbing her boobs. "Oh, no, I didn't mean...they're just perky, you know..." Jen glanced at her condescendingly. "I'll just stop while I'm ahead." Jen shook her head with a grin and returned to the box, pulling out the purse and one other little box before closing it so Karen wouldn't see the panty. She returned to the mirror and opened the little box, surprised to see a pair of small wire frame glasses. With a mystified look at Karen, she put them on. "Wow, look at that! You look like the hottest scholar ever!" "Come on, I had LASIK done so I wouldn't have to wear glasses." "They are soooo cute on you!" They stood in silence for a few moments, admiring Jen's outfit before Karen's face pinched in thought. "Can we talk?" "Yeah sure, what's up?" "Please don't take this wrong way, I am really so happy for you." "Yeah?" "Well, it's just...," Karen winced, wringing her hands. "That time you and Jason were together last time." "Yeah, I know, I'm really sorry to kick you out like that." "No, no, it's cool, and I am really happy for you, but...you do realize these doors aren't very solid." "What?" "Like, you can hear through them." Jen looked at her quizzically. "People could hear you." Realization dawned on Jen's face. "You mean when we were..." "Screwing, yeah," Karen nodded bluntly. "And it's totally cool if you were showing off," she quickly added, "I would too if I had a hunk like that on me, but..." Jen could feel herself blush scarlet as she covered her mouth, eyes wide. "Was I that loud? "Yeah," Karen nodded with a frown. "I had to shoo kids away from the door." "Oh my God." "Yeah. I just thought you should know." "I didn't realize," Jen winced, covering her face in embarrassment with her hands. So that's why she was getting those looks from her dorm mates! Saturday night, the scene repeated itself as Jen dressed for her date with Jason. She had gotten her black hair done especially for the night, finally getting some body added and departing from the pony tail she usually wore. She put on everything that was in the box, including the panty he had picked. She thought she looked awesome. Karen was right, the glasses made her look like a hot scholar. Her make-up was scant, as usual: mascara, foundation and lipstick. For jewelry, she had simply put in small gold stud earrings. Saturday night had loomed large for her all week, thoughts of her and Jason in bed filling her dreams. She was a little anxious about their date, as Jason had a way of pushing her to do...perverted things. But this time he had asked her out, not the other way around. If she didn't feel comfortable, she would just stop him. "So where are you two going?" Karen asked from her desk with an admiring smile. "I don't know, he wouldn't tell me." "That's so romantic! I bet it is somewhere nice." "Knowing Jason, it's a strip club," Jen mused. "I doubt he would spend that much on a dress if he wanted you to strip. You need me out of the room?" "No, I don't think so," Jen answered with a blush. "It's just a date." "Just text me if you need me to bail." A knock fell on the door exactly at 5:30, and Jen checked herself in the mirror one last time. She opened it so see Jason, looking stunning in a charcoal pinstriped suit that framed his broad shoulders and tapered neatly to his narrow waist. His eyes locked to hers as a shiver inducing grin formed on his face. He raked his eyes up and down her as she retreated to let him in. His eyes filled with lust, and Jen could feel a pit forming in stomach as he silently smiled at her. "Hi," she finally got out. "Jennifer," he breathed. "This is my roommate, Karen," Jen offered, glancing away. Jason's eyes never left her as he nodded. "Pleased to meet you." "Wow, you two look great," Karen sighed. Jason took another step forward, backing Jen to her bed. He slowly raised a hand to gently stroke Jen's cheek with the back of his finger. "You look amazing," he said softly. "You do to," Jen answered, feeling embarrassed at how passionately he was looking at her. She adjusted his lapel and red tie before looking back to him. "Don't you have some studying to do?" he asked with a vicious glance. "Oh, yeah," Karen jumped. "Do you need me to leave?" "No we'll be leaving momentarily," he answered, his attention once again focused on Jen. "Oh, okay." Karen turned and sat at her desk with her back to them. "Put your headphones on," he ordered softly. Karen quickly complied and a moment later the soft sounds of music escaped into the air as she started her iPod. Jason stroked Jen's cheek again, this time with his fingertip, her knees weakening as his eyes devoured her. Karen opened her notebook as her earbuds blasted. Her eyes, however, were not on the page. They were on the tiny mirror she had on her desk, a mirror that was reflecting the couple only a few feet behind her. Jen was so smart and beautiful, it was no wonder she had landed a boyfriend like him. Karen's heart fluttered just from the way he had looked at Jen, the electricity between them was obvious. She watched with baited breath as he tenderly stroked Jen's cheek before leaning in for a light kiss. Jason turned Jen around and then Karen's eyes widened as she saw him bend a seemingly compliant Jen over her bed. From her angle, all she could see was Jason's back and Jen's butt. Karen's eyes popped as she saw Jason casually flip Jen's skirt up and caress her bottom. She saw Jen struggle briefly, and moments later she tore her eyes away as he peeled off her panties. Karen stared straight ahead in shock, turning only as she felt the door open, eyes wide as they left hand in hand. Jen couldn't help but blush as she walked past the glances of her hall mates. The last time Jason had been over, apparently their lovemaking had been so loud that everyone on the hall heard them. Knowing she was going commando wasn't helping her composure either. They stepped into the elevator and suddenly were alone. Jason put his warm hand on her back, stroking her skin lightly as he looked down at her. "You look amazing. You don't know how tempted I am to cancel our reservations and have you all night." "Not so fast, big boy," Jen grinned in response. "I'm starving. We are going to dinner, right?" "Yeah. A very exclusive place," he hinted mysteriously, "I hope you'll like it." "That was really naughty, taking my panties off right behind Karen," she giggled. "Yes. Yes it was," he leered with a wink and a smile. Jen finally summoned the courage to ask him the question that had been on her mind all week. "Jason? Can I ask why you are taking me out and not your girlfriend?" Jason shook his head with an easy smile. "Don't you worry your pretty little head about that." Jen frowned as the door opened, not having gotten a satisfactory answer. It actually appalled her how blasé she felt about having sex and going out with a man who had a girlfriend. Before she had met, or had been corrupted by, Jason, she would have never considered being the other woman. Now, it was like it didn't matter. Jen walked stiffly to his car, challenged by the high heels she was in. He guided her to the passenger side and opened the door for her. As she turned to get in, he stopped her. "I want you to flash your pussy when you get in," he growled. Jen gasped as her eyes darted around the empty parking lot. It was still light out, but no one other than Jason would be able to see. Her eyes found his, twinkling with mischief. "You are such a pervert," she accused with a smile. "Yes I am," he agreed. Jen held his eyes in hers as she lowered herself into the seat. She brought one leg into the car and lifted the front of her skirt to give him a good look before bringing the other leg in. She smiled at his appreciative grin, their evening already taking an erotic turn. It would be fun, she thought, sitting at a restaurant with no panties. As they drove, he pushed her skirt up so his hand could rest on her bare thigh. Jen's eyes darted around, looking at the cars and pedestrians around them who had no idea his hand was mere inches from her most sensitive spot. With a nudge of his middle finger he encouraged her to spread her legs. "Okay, that's enough," she grinned, spreading her legs but clamping a hand on his wrist. "Focus on the road." Jason flashed her a lascivious grin and gently massaged her thigh. As the miles peeled by without any further exploration, she relaxed and finally removed her hand. He immediately moved his hand up her thigh and brushed her pussy with his finger. Jen protested with a yelp and laugh and pushed his hand back in place, admonishing him with a finger wag. They pulled into town and Jason parked along a side street. He dashed around to open her door, and Jen rewarded him with another naughty flash of her privates. Jason helped her out, grinning from ear to ear. "You are going to get me in trouble tonight," he said with a grin as he adjusted himself. "Well, you will just have to control yourself," she replied haughtily and he responded with a light peck on her cheek. They approached a house and knocked on the door. Jen could hear sounds of merriment trickling through the windows. The door opened and Jen's hand latched onto Jason's as her thighs suddenly clamped together. "Hello Jason, please come in." "Thank you Dean Anderson," Jason said as he led a shocked Jen into the house. "This is my date, Jennifer." "Pleased to meet you, young lady. Are you also a student here?" "Ye...Yes," Jen stuttered. Jen was completely stunned to see the Dean here. Worse, Provost Anne Bentley joined them. Jason introduced her to the Provost and a moment later Jen remembered to let go of Jason's hand to shake the Provost's. Jen struggled to regain her bearing. Provost Bentley was looking her over with a smile. "That is a beautiful dress," she said. "Oh, um, thanks. I hope I'm dressed appropriately." "Oh, no, darling, you look marvelous. If I could get away with a dress like that, I'd be wearing it also." The house was old and huge, a relic of past, and they were guided into the study. A quick glance revealed several other faculty members. A few undergraduates and graduate students were also present, around 20 in all. Jen was relieved to see a girl in a red dress, but most of the group were dressed far more plainly. Jason excused himself to get them a drink, and Jen found herself alone, mortified that she was in the company of the faculty without any underwear on. The thought of being bare at a restaurant with strangers around had seemed sexy and appealing, but here in front of her school's faculty, it was terribly inappropriate. Jason returned with a beer and a wine for Jen. She motioned to him to step into the next room and he excused them from the group. Out of earshot, she turned to him. "This isn't funny! Give me my panties!" she snapped. "Why?" he grinned. "Jason, those are faculty! I can not be running around commando here." "Why not? Behave like a lady and no one will ever know." "Jason...," she started, but cut herself off as the Provost joined them. She plastered a smile on her face and took Jason's hand as they turned to greet her. "Lovely painting," Jason smiled calmly as Jen noticed they were in front of a painting on the wall. "Why thank you, it is always nice when someone of your generation appreciates fine art." "It is Manet's 'Before the Mirror,' if I am not mistaken." "Very good, Jason. I'm impressed." Jen struggled to come up with something to say. She knew nothing of art, and felt like a child reduced to standing quietly by as the adults talked. The Provost was mentioning how scandalous the picture was when it was first exhibited, and Jason took the opportunity to comment on the vibrant blues of the painting. Jen's suddenly blushed as she looked up at him, noting the roguish sparkle in his eyes. He had been describing the painting, but with a double entendre on the colors and shape of her missing panties. She drove her thumbnail into his hand in embarrassed frustration as he casually continued his conversation. The Provost finally took her leave and Jason asked if it would be okay for them to admire more of her house. She agreed, and Jason turned to smile at Jen. No sooner had the Provost left than the smile left Jen's face. She frowned fiercely and punched him in the ribs, eliciting nothing more than a chuckle from him. "Give me my panties this instant," she demanded, stomping her foot for emphasis. Jason just grinned and led her further back into the house, casually placing his beer on an end table. He stopped in the empty room and turned to stand in front of her, facing the front of the house. "Well, you saw where I put them. Get them yourself." Jen shook her head in disgust and glanced over her shoulder to be sure no one was looking. Satisfied, her hand dove into his front pocket to retrieve her undergarment. It wasn't there. Her hand plunged into the other side, but came up empty again. "Where are they?" she asked, bewildered. She had seen him put them in his front pocket. Jason smiled wickedly at her. "When I went to get our drinks, I gave them to some else at the party," he whispered. Jen's eyes widened as she processed his comment, a deep pit forming in her belly. "You mean someone here knows..." "Yup," he smiled. "Jason, no," she whispered, horrified. "Yes," he grinned. "Position one, slut." "No, Jason please, this is going too far," she begged as she looked into his playful eyes. "This isn't funny." "This isn't a negotiation, slut. Position one." "Jason, please, I'm begging you, not here." "Slut," he growled, his face suddenly hard and intimidating. "You do not want to escalate this. Position one. Now." Jen whimpered as she complied, her head down, feeling sick to her stomach at the nasty turn her evening had suddenly taken. She trembled as she moved to Position One: her hand on the outside of his shoulder and her wine glass outside his other shoulder, her feet outside of his. Mercifully, Jason's feet were together, so when she put her feet outside his it wasn't too indecent. "Please don't make me do this here," she pleaded. Jason said nothing and she shivered in humiliated silence for a few moments. "Please don't do this," she shook head, still looking down. "I'll do anything." "Anything?" Jason pounced. "Well now, that makes things interesting." Cruelty dripped in his voice. "Make me an offer, slut." "Please don't, Jason," she stuttered. "Make me an offer." Jen swallowed and kept her head down. "I'll..." she started weakly. "Well?" "Let's go into the bathroom and I'll give you a blowjob," she sniveled. "The hallway bathroom? Where the faculty can watch us go in together?" he mocked. Jen's eyes flashed to his for an instant as she shook her head in horror. "How about this," he sneered. "Let's go upstairs and I'll fuck you on the Provost's bed. Would my slut like that?" Jen's head sagged to her chest. "Why are you doing this to me?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "Because I can," he stated. Jen trembled before him, not daring to move, waiting for his next depravity. "Look at me," Jason finally whispered, and Jen hesitantly raised her eyes to his smiling face, seemingly oblivious to her distress. Jason's hands encircled her, his fingertips lightly stroking the exposed skin on her back. "Please, Jason, stop. Don't," she begged, helplessly shaking her head. Jason gave a chuckle as he looked at her and playfully bumped her forehead with his. "Don't do what? Don't stare longingly into your eyes?" Jen's eyes looked to his for direction as he paused. "Stop? Should I stop adoring your beautiful face?" he whispered as he stroked her cheek with the back of his finger. "No," she whispered, confused by his attitude. His eyes darted to look behind her for a moment. "Don't? Don't tell you how your eyes sparkle like diamonds in the memory of a fantasy?" Jen gaped as she stared at his handsome face, smiling softly at her. "Don't? Don't notice how the whole room lights up when you smile?" "I...," she started aimlessly. "Stop? Should I stop enjoying the smooth skin on your back?" he whispered, drawing his hand along her skin. "No. Just..." she trailed off, uncertain of what she was fighting. "Stop? Should I stop savoring your delicate scent?" he asked as he pulled a few strands of her hair to his nose and inhaled lightly. "No," she whispered. "Then what?" he breathed. Jen shrugged, her eyes in his as they stood face to face. Jason started to rock her gently. "It's not so bad, standing here like this, is it?" he finally asked as they swayed together. "No," Jen tentatively agreed. "We can have fun standing like this." Jen nodded, once again enraptured by him. She couldn't figure out why she had been so difficult just moments earlier, there had been no reason for it. He hadn't asked her to do anything other than take her position, a simple request. She smiled apologetically at him. Any malice she had been reading in him had evaporated. Jen rationalized that anyone behind them would simply see a girl embracing her man, unaware that she was completely vulnerable to anything he wanted to do. "It's just the way my slut stands when we're playing, isn't that right?" "Yes," she answered meekly. "Tell me." "This is how your slut stands when she is with you." One Night, Two Parties "That's right. Would you rather be back in your dorm studying all alone? Or do you want to here with me in this amazing house having an unbelievable dinner?" "With you," she nodded. "Good. But if you are going to be with me, you need to know your place. I'm not going to put up with a slut who keeps mouthing off to me. You need to do what you're told, when you are told. Understand, slut?" Jen nodded mutely. Slut. He threw the word around so easily, and she didn't even mind. A few weeks ago she would have slapped anyone who dared call her that, but it was almost a term of endearment coming from Jason. "Say it, slut." "I'll...do what I'm told," she stuttered. "Good. I'm glad we cleared that up. Now, do you remember what I told you in your dorm room that day you asked me over?" Jen thought for a moment, recalling their talk. "Yeah," she started tentatively . "Yes," he corrected her. "Yes." "What did I tell you to do?" Jen frowned for a moment as she tried to figure out what she was supposed to say. "You told me to find a boyfriend," she whispered. "Why did I tell you to find a boyfriend? Why will a boyfriend be good for you?" "Because, um, then I can have sex under the covers in the missionary position with the lights out." Jason grinned and shook his head. "What a good little slut, always thinking of sex. But that's not what I was thinking. A boyfriend will respect your boundaries." Jen nodded, recalling his words as the expression left his face. "Jen, I'm not your boyfriend." Jen swallowed, a shiver running up her spine. "Say it." "You're not my boyfriend." "That's right. And because I'm not your boyfriend, I will stretch any of your boundaries whenever I want to. Right?" "Yes," she nodded meekly. "Remember, slut, it's not about you, it's about me." Jen swallowed and nodded again. Jason nodded as his eyes darted behind her again and he licked his lips with a grin. He leaned down and kissed her gently. As his tongue deftly traced her lips, his hands slid down her back and cupped her bottom before settling on her hips. Jen started at the indiscretion but held her position. He pulled back, his eyes twinkling, and she gave him a smile of disapproval. "Now, lets get a sample of what my slut can do." Jen steeled herself, wondering what perversion he had in mind. Jason slowly dragged a finger alone her jawline before inserting in into her mouth. She sucked his digit and caressed it with her tongue, eyes firmly in his and he slowly withdrew it. "Good," he said, a smile breaking on his face. "Now, let me ask if you remember something else I said. Why are you every guy's dream girl?" Jen thought for a moment. "You said I am smart, classy and beautiful." Jason shook his head with a grin. "That you are. But there was something else. Do you remember? When I found you studying on the campus mall?" Jen glanced away in embarrassment as it hit her. "Because I'm a lady on the street and a freak in the sheets," she whispered. "Good slut. I can hardly wait. But now," he said, straightening up and drawing a breath, "we are back on the street. Okay, dollface?" he grinned. Jen nodded with a small smile. "We'll get to the sheets later," he whispered in her ear. Jason turned and offered his arm. She smiled up at him and took it and he led her from the room on shaky knees, adrenaline racing through her. Jason guided them into a group and Jen smiled as they joined in the conversation. Jen found him remarkably charming, talking easily with professors and other guests. His hand lingered tenderly on the skin of her back as if they were nothing more than a pair of lovers at a party. She admired him in a new light. Their previous interactions hadn't been social, and seeing him so friendly really impressed her. Dr. West, Jason's department chair, recognized them and came over. They chatted awhile, with Jen acutely aware that the smile in Dr. West's eyes might be because he knew she was nude under her dress. Jen winced unconsciously as she flexed her foot, which was getting quite sore from standing in high heels all this time. A guest noticed and stood offering her a spot on the couch. Jen smiled at the kindness and took a half step forward before stopping. The sofa looked rather low, she would have difficulty sitting without giving a glimpse of her crotch. She thanked him but demurred and stayed next to Jason. Soon the Provost announced that dinner was ready, and everyone went to the dining room. Jen had never seen a table so big, seating for 24 diners, although they were sitting shoulder to shoulder. Exquisite china and crystal were arrayed on ivory tablecloths, and Jen hoped she could remember how to properly use all the silverware. Soon waiters began bringing out the seven course meal. As light conversation filled the air, Jason placed his hand under the table and on Jen's leg. She twitched, panicked eyes darting to him. He wasn't even looking at her, and instead was talking to Dr. Allen. Jen swallowed and tried to maintain interest in her conversation with Ms. Singer as Jason's hand quickly pushed her dress aside and stroked her bare thigh. With a nudge of his middle finger, he tried to open her legs, but Jen refused. He was insistent, and Jen had to reach under the table to pry his hand off, the whole time maintaining her conversation. The reprieve was only temporary, as when she took a sip from her wine glass, his hand reattached itself to her leg. Jen finally relented and allowed her knees to separate a few inches. She looked across the table and noted that her bare pussy was now open to Dr. West, who had no clue about what was going on. She could feel the heat in her cheeks as she turned to Jason who smiled knowingly at her. The dinner lasted for a full two hours. Throughout the meal, Jason would slip his left hand under the table and seek out Jen's thigh. She found herself in quite a bind, as she needed her right hand to eat. However, if she didn't reach below the table to push his hand away, he would start to move it up her leg, often stroking dangerously close before she stopped him. She knew he was strong enough to force his way, but he chose to allow her to stop him. She couldn't help but think it was terribly obvious that every time his left hand disappeared her right hand followed shortly after, but she really had no alternative. She mutely protested with disapproving smiles at his naughty grins. She hoped no one noticed their embarrassing little game. "Jason, again, congratulations on your nomination, it really is a fine piece of scholarship," Dr. West said from across the table. "Thank you, Dr. West," Jason replied, his hand reappearing on Jen's thigh. "But did you know that Jen is also one of this university's finest students?" Jen's eyes flashed to Dr. West as suddenly eyes were on her. She tried to maintain her composure and fixed a smile on her face as she placed a hand on Jason's. This time he easily overpowered her attempts to push his hand off, boasting about her all the while. She was amazed at how much he seemed to know about her, pointing out that she was on track to get a Summa Cum Laude on her degree. Compliments flowed in as Dr. Allen joined in the conversation. Jen couldn't decide if she was blushing because they were making such a production of her academic accomplishment or because Jason's hand was now in the bare cleft of her thigh and waist. Jason finally removed his hand and she quickly pushed her dress back into place. Jen was grateful he had done nothing more embarrassing to her, and then had an epiphany: he wasn't going to do anything. These were his mentors, too. She smiled at him in understanding, knowing he didn't want to cause a scene any more than she did. Dessert was served, and a truly naughty though crossed Jen's mind. She glanced at Jason with a grin. True to form, Jason placed his hand on her thigh. She ignored it, picking up her fork instead. Finding no resistance, his hand worked his way up her thigh. Jen took a bite of her cheesecake and looked at Jason as she started to groan in pleasure at the taste, mimicking orgasm noises. Jason grinned at her and slid his hand further up her leg, all the way to her crotch. Jen sliced another section of her cheesecake and decided to up the ante, opening her legs for him. "Dr. West, isn't this cheesecake just divine?" she asked huskily. "Yes, it is excellent." Jen took a bite and closed her eyes, letting out a whimper of pleasure from the spark between her thighs as Jason touched her most private spot. She snuck a knowing glance at Jason and was pleased to see him blush. His hand withdrew and Jen beamed, knowing she had won. At the conclusion of the dinner, they mingled with other guests as the party broke up. They joined in several conversations in the study, Jason gently holding her hand or touching her back. Their group dissolved, and Jason turned to Jen. "Position one, slut," he grinned to her out of the corner of his mouth. With a confident smile she swung to him. Holding on to his shoulders, she knew she was leaving herself completely vulnerable to him, but she was happy to please. "Are you ready to go, slut?" he asked softly. Jen nodded. Slut. When he said it, it just seemed so...welcoming. A term of endearment. She was his slut, and she hoped he would take advantage of her this evening. "Let's go," he smiled and led her over to the Provost, arm in arm. After saying their goodbyes and offering profuse thanks, they stepped out of the house. "I want to take a picture of you in front of the house," he said as they reached the sidewalk, pulling out his cellphone. Jen smiled sweetly for him as he walked in front of her. He lined up the shot and clicked. "Now lift the front of your skirt," he ordered. Jen's eyes widened at his request. She was facing a street, but she reasoned there were cars parked in front, obscuring the view. Without thinking she quickly lifted the front of her skirt, exposing her pussy to his camera and the night air. He clicked a shot and she dropped her skirt, covering her mouth in embarrassment as he returned to her with a smile. "Magnificent," he grinned and kissed her. "I can't believe you made me do that," she whispered as they walked back to the car. "I can't believe you did that!" They reached the car and Jason held the door open for her. As she went to get in, he tapped her on the leg and she looked up to see him holding his cellphone again. She pouted at him for a moment before getting in. Opening her legs and lifting her skirt, she allowed him to take another picture of her. "Recline your seat," Jason ordered as they drove out of town. "Now spread your legs." Jen complied and watched as Jason's hand slid up her leg, under her dress, and to her crotch. She winced in anticipation as his hand hovered over her. Finally, Jason drew a finger up her slit, eliciting a squeak from Jen as her hips bucked. "You're wet, slut," he grinned appreciatively, holding glistening fingers in the air before sucking them clean. "Play with yourself." "Here?" "Yes, here." "But," Jen protested, looking around. Her seat was reclined so far back that she couldn't really see out, only able to see tree tops and streetlights. "We're on the street. I'm supposed to be a lady on the street." "Clever," Jason conceded with a grin. "Play with yourself," he ordered again, flipping her skirt up. Jen yelped and pushed her skirt back down. "Skirt up, slut, and play with yourself." Jen started to protest, raising her head to take a look around. Jason quickly pushed her back down. She looked around with wide eyes before resolving to do as she was told. Whimpering in embarrassment, she slowly pulled her skirt up to her belly, exposing her privates to the night. As they drove under lamp posts, light would shine in as if spotlighting her pussy. She started to touch herself, and Jason murmured in appreciation as he placed his hand on her thigh and stroked her gently. "You really looked amazing tonight. Every guy in the house was drooling over you, the hottest girl there. They all wished you were on their arm. All of them except Dr. Allen, of course, he's gay." Jen could feel herself blush and shook her head as she continued to stroke herself. "I don't believe you." "No really, he's gay." "I know he's gay, but the men weren't looking at me like that." "Yes they were," he grinned. "You should have seen the look Dr. Harding gave you! I thought his wife was going to slap him." A smile broke onto Jen's face in amusement. "You're making that up." "And you, getting all naughty with the cheesecake!" Jen giggled in response and her eyes drifted closed as she pleasured herself. "Are you turned on?" "Totally. You want me to tell Karen to get out of the room?" she offered. "No." "You are going to take care of me, right?" she asked. "Oh, yeah, I plan to." Jen murmured as she considered his remark, a new pit forming in her stomach. He had plans, which probably meant something perverted. Her hips twitched as she recalled the things he had forced her to do on campus, including sex out in the open. Finally, curiosity got the best of her. "Where are we going?" "Don't you worry your pretty little head about it. Just be sure to get yourself good and ready." "Are you going to fuck me on the campus mall again?" "Yeah? Would my slut like that?" Jen whimpered in response. "Maybe in the middle of Aker's field?' "Oh God," was all she could come up with, her breath starting to shorten. "Don't let yourself cum," he suddenly ordered. "What?" "Don't let yourself cum," he repeated. Jen pulled her hand away and started to push her dress down. "No, keep touching yourself, but don't let yourself cum. Stop just before." Jen stared at him in confusion for a moment before starting again, a new tremor running through her. She had only ever masturbated with the express purpose of cumming, but now she wasn't supposed to. She whimpered again as his warm hand stroked her leg. She could tell they were on a highway and wondered where he was taking her. Thoughts of getting fucked in the middle of the campus soccer field ran through her head, along with Karen's admission that she was loud when she had sex. People would hear her! At the last second she realized she was about to cum and pulled her finger away. "Oh God, oh God," she groaned as her hips seemed to rise of the own volition seeking contact. "Wow, that was fast," Jason noted approvingly. "Oh my God, I'm so horny," she gasped, trying to get her breathing under control. "Well, slut, I hate break it to you, but we won't be doing it under the stars tonight." Miles peeled by as she calmed down. "Are you ready to start again?" he asked. "What?" "Start touching yourself again. We'll be there soon, I want you good and ready." Jen quivered as she started to touch herself again. In no time she was getting close. "Slut, listen to me," Jason ordered. "Let's see how good a slut you can be. I'm going to pass a semi, and I want to you look up into the cab and see if he looks down at you." "Oh God no, Jason," she protested, slamming her thighs together and covering herself with both hands. Jason said nothing, instead giving her a searing glance and nudging her thighs apart. She relented, trying to sink into the seat from humiliation. She stared at him as he pulled one of her hands away. Looking at his profile, she started to stroke herself. "Look at the truck," he grinned, and she looked over to see the back of the trailer. "Tell me when he looks down at you." "Oh God," she whined. Jen watched in terror as their car slowly moved up on the semi. Finally they approached the cab, Jen's eyes riveted , hoping against hope the driver wouldn't look down at her. The finger on her clit moved with a life of its own as she focused on the semi. Jen could start to make out a head and she stared as they pulled up beside him. They sat there, side by side, for long moments before her widened eyes saw him glance down at her. "Oh my God he saw me!" she shrieked, the tempo of her finger increasing. The driver had only glanced down, but in an instant he realized what he had seen and he looked back over. Their eyes met and she found herself unable to tear hers away from the startled eyes of the trucker. "He's! Looking! At! Me!" she gasped as she started to cum. Suddenly Jason's hand grabbed hers and pulled it off her clit as they accelerated out of view. Jen screamed in frustration as she hung to the precipice of a huge orgasm, hearing the horn of the truck wailing behind them. A man had seen her masturbating! Her hips humped the air, desperately seeking the satisfaction of her fingers. "Not yet, slut," Jason grinned as they left the highway. Jen's body spasmed repeatedly, confused by the turn of events that had left it short of its goal. No sooner had her breathing slowed than he commanded her to do it again. She was still so close it only took seconds before she had to stop. "Sit up, slut," he ordered. Jen looked around as they parked outside a large house sitting by itself on what looked like farmland. Lots of other cars were parked around the house, and she could hear music emanating from inside. "Where are we?" she asked. "A party." "I don't want to go to a party, I want to have sex!" she protested. "Patience, slut," Jason chuckled. "Remember, it's not about what you want." They entered the house and immediately Jen's nose was assaulted with smoke. Loud rock music was playing, and there were dozens of drunk college-age kids milling about like college-aged kids at a party. "Wait here," he ordered, and left her standing alone in the living room. Jen was so surprised she didn't even think to ask where he was going. She watched him man-hug a guy and then disappear through a doorway. She found a relatively vacant spot on the wall and waited, her nose wrinkling at the at the smell of smoke. She looked around idly. She was not used to be the object of attention, but it seemed like everyone in the room was looking at her: guys lustfully and girls jealously. The kids were all dressed like slobs, she was way overdressed for this crowd. The contrast between the party they had just been at and this one could not have been greater. She got the distinct feeling that most of these kids weren't attending college, despite the occasional college sweatshirt. She wondered if the acrid smell was from marijuana. She wondered if anyone could tell how horny she was, and pressed her legs together tighter. Minutes passed as she stood alone. A guy wandered up to her. "Hey baby, how you doing?" "Fine thanks," she answered, looking around for any sign of Jason. "You here alone?" "No, I'm here with someone." "Doesn't look like it." "Yeah, well," she started, before a girl walked up to them. "Beat it," the girl ordered the guy. "Hey, I was just...," he started. "I said beat it," she snarled and he left. The girl turned to Jen with focused eyes and took her hand squeezing it firmly as her eyes bored into Jen. "Um, hello," Jen offered. The girl was a good head shorter than Jen, and with her heels Jen felt like she was towering over her. The girl frowned at her. "Are you okay?" "Um, yeah?" "How much have you had to drink tonight?" she demanded. "Uh, one glass of wine?" Jen answered, mystified. "Are you on any drugs?" the girl asked, her eyes never leaving. "No! Who are you?" The girl frowned, gave a quick shake of her head and walked away as purposefully as she arrived. "Curiouser and curiouser," Jen thought as her eyes followed the girl back through the crowd. Jason appeared in the doorway and exchanged words with the girl. The girl shook her head at him and walked back into the other room as Jason turned and strode towards Jen, looking straight out of central casting. He had removed his tie and opened his top button, but his suit, his size and his demeanor set him apart from everyone else. Even the smoke seemed to part as he approached. His eyes held hers as he gave a hungry smile and led her through the crowd. He took her up the stairs, her hand holding the hem of her dress against her thigh as best she could. It was noticeably quieter on the second floor and thankfully devoid of smoke. A guy was hanging out in the hallway, waiting to use the upstairs bathroom. Jason led her into a bedroom, well lit with a lamp. It was a tiny room, barely big enough for the door to swing open, with a twin sized bed against the far wall and a dresser wedged in by the head of the bed. He stopped beside the bed and tossed off his suit jacket without closing the door. One Night, Two Parties "Position one, slut," he grinned, his back to the door. Jen smiled as she complied, and he took off her glasses and placed them on the dresser before pulling her close and kissing her. This time his feet were further apart, forcing her to spread her legs. She held on as his hands started to roam her body, squeezing her butt, cupping a breast, stroking her back. He finally broke their kiss and his sinful eyes settled into hers. She returned his gaze with a quick peck. Jason's hands drifted up her back to her neck, where he slowly and deliberately opened the clasp that was holding her dress on. "Aren't you going to close the door?" she reminded him as she felt the tension in the dress relax. "No." The dress was completely open in the back, so when he released it the front fell away and settled on her hips, exposing her breasts. Jen instinctively released his shoulders and balled up, covering herself with her arms. Her body was shielded from the door by him, but there was a guy standing just feet away. "Oh my God, Jason, please close the door!" she begged. His head turned slowly to look menacingly at his shoulder before turning back to her. "Position one, slut," he growled. Jen whimpered, her eyes in his, searching for some shred of decency, but found none. She reluctantly reached out to hold his shoulders, first with one hand and then, hesitatingly, with the other. She was so embarrassed, she couldn't even bear to look at him. "Look at me, slut," he growled, and she turned to him. He slowly raised his hand and cupped her breast, causing her to twitch. Jen heard someone go into the bathroom right outside their room. Jason, however, seemed unconcerned. With more skin exposed, his hands became more insistent, fondling her bare breasts and tweaking her nipples, stroking her sides. Jen shook as she stood before him, completely helpless. He kissed her and slipped his hand under her skirt. His fingers found their destination, and Jen strained to raise herself even higher on her toes as he started to finger fuck her. Finally he pulled back and looked into her eyes. "Please close the door," she whispered. Instead, Jason pushed her onto the bed and fell beside her. With her head on the pillow, her view of the door was blocked by the dresser. He lay on his side next to her, between her and the door, his head up on his hand as his right hand meandered around her body. He flipped her skirt up, leaving her with only a thin scrap of material on her body. "You're on the sheets now," he grinned. "Please close the door," she begged again. Jason lay softly beside her, eyes only inches away as he gently pushed a few strands of her hair out of her face. His fingertips traced their way down her sternum and to her thighs. "Spread your legs, slut," he ordered softly. "Please, Jason, no," she pleaded even as she complied. "Quiet, slut," he breathed as he hooked her bare right leg and hung it over his legs. Jen tried to be quiet, tried to convince herself that a passerby in the hallway wouldn't see anything, that his body was blocking most of the view. All they would see would be her naked leg draped over his...as his hand roamed her body. She whimpered as he stroked her, smiling gently. And then, she hear it. "Holy shit," said a male voice from hallway. Jen quivered, looking to Jason for help. His eyes were fixed in hers, a soft smile on his face. "Jason, please close the door," she whispered. "Slut," he said harshly, "One more word out of you and I am going to bend you over my knee and spank you. Be quiet." She frowned as she stared at his peaceful face as he looked down on her body. His skilled hands were starting to push all of her buttons. The animalistic side of her mind struggled for its release while her ears strained to hear if anyone was watching. He casually brought his fingers to her mouth, allowing her to suck them before slowly lowering them to her snatch. Jen convulsed as he started to stroke her. His eyes drifted to hers as another male voice came from the hallway. "Wow." "What are you guys doing? Oh, gross!" a female voice said. "You're so beautiful," Jason smiled as he touched her. Jen's confused eyes snapped to his. He leaned in for a kiss as his fingers manipulated her. More voices came from the hallway. "Guys, leave them alone!" "No way." Jen furiously fought the rising orgasm her body craved, but Jason was too skilled. She finally gave in, but he cruelly stopped just before she came. He broke their kiss and smiled down at her as he sucked her juices off his fingers. Jen grabbed his shirt collar and pleaded with her eyes for him to finish. "Who's the girl?" "She's the one that was in the blue dress." "I could stare into your eyes for hours," he whispered. "Your eyes...are the color of amber, touched with hints of fine whiskey, and infused with dreams." His hands started on her breasts again, teasing her beyond comprehension. Although she could not see the door, it sounded like a little crowd had formed, boys and girls. "Is she passed out?" "No, she's kissing him." Interspersed with the comments, he was whispering sweet nothings to her, his hand drifting to her pussy again. She quivered as she held on to him, trying to at least keep quite. "What a whore." The scene was beyond jarring, if the door had been closed it would be the perfect love making session with his gentle words and soft touches. "Nice shoes." Instead, he was forcing her to participate in a humiliating display in front of a bunch of strangers. "Mark, this is disgusting. Come on." His hands were relentless, though, and slowly the voice of reason in her head was losing out. This time when he stopped she could take it no more. "Fuck me," she groaned as her body shook with need, taken to the edge and abandoned once again. "I need a picture of this." "Not until you ask properly." "Look at the way her leg shakes!" "Please fuck me." "You taking notes? That is how you please a girl." "Louder." Jen paused for a moment as her lust addled brain tried to decide what to do. Finally, she discarded the last vestiges of her dignity. "Please fuck me," she panted loudly. "Now here's the freak we were waiting for," he grinned. His hand returned to her pussy and hooked her with two fingers. He started to finger fuck her, staring into her eyes. Jen found that she could no longer control her voice and started moaning as he worked her. He encouraged her constantly, forcing her to say nasty things. This time when he stopped she reached down and fought with his hand to try and get him to finish. Jason gave her a wicked grin as he held her off, smiling as she begged him to fuck her. She finally gave up, and Jason kissed her roughly. "Show's over," he said to the crowd as he turned, hooking the door closed with his foot. He stood and started undressing. Jen lunged out to help him, finding him hard and ready. She sucked him into her mouth but he quickly pushed her off. He threw her back on the bed and gathered her legs in his arms. Moments later she groaned as he impaled her on his massive cock in one powerful thrust. Her mind reeled from being filled to her limits. He started to fuck her, the rickety bedstand thumping rhythmically against the wall. Catcalls came from hallway beyond the closed door, and in moment the orgasm that had been building in her body boiled to the surface as Jen came hard. Jason fucked her through her first wave before flipping her over to do her doggy style. He entered her again, pulling her hair back. He started smacking her ass as he fucked her, causing her to cry out even more. Jen felt like she couldn't stop cumming as he railed her, her mind on fire. Finally he turned her back over and mounted her, his mouth finding hers. She wrapped her legs around his back, pulling him in deeper, sensing he was close. She felt him stiffen even more and encouraged him as he slammed into her. "Oh, God, Jennifer!" he roared as he came long and hard. Exhausted, their sweaty bodies lay entwined for a few minutes as they caught their breaths. Jen's hand absently stroked his hair as she held him, her empty mind dazed as aftershocks rocked her. Finally, he reached out blindly and swatted off the light. She was out in an instant.