Sorry readers, no sex in this story. It is one of those awful plot chapters.
This is the sixth chapter in the Jen and Jason series, which covers the relationship of two college seniors. It would be useful to read the previous parts, because seriously, who wants to read a story without sex?
Crutches (First time)
Booty Call (NC/Reluctance, and currently highly rated!)
Ride Home (Exhibitionist & Voyeur)
One Night, Two Parties (Erotic Couplings)
The Morning After (Erotic Couplings)
Jen thought about Jason the rest of the week. They had shared something that morning, something powerful. His eyes, the way he talked to her, and above all the sex, had been amazing. They had a real connection, even if he had a girlfriend already. She thought a lot about what he had done to her, and rationalized that it wasn't that bad. She would never let him take advantage of her like that again, but in the heat of the moment she had allowed it. The dinner had been fun, if a little embarrassing, but again nothing bad had happened. Then, after he walked her back to her room, he had suddenly acted like nothing had changed.
You know the rules, Jen
he had told her.
Yes, the rules. The perverted little game he like to play, forcing her to sext him if she wanted to talk to him. He made no bones about being a pervert, never mind a cheater. Those were potent reasons to avoid further contact with him. On the other hand, they had something between them that made her want to explore their relationship more. He had felt it also, she was sure of it. She could tell by the way he had looked at her, he really liked her. She wondered if he liked her enough to leave his girlfriend for her. She wondered if she would be content to be his other girl. Worse, she felt that she couldn't talk to anyone about their relationship, as it had too many bizarre and embarrassing details. In the end, the only one she could talk to about him was him. And so, with a sigh, she called. Jen frowned as it rang through to voicemail. Jason never answered his phone unless she sexted him first, and she was not about to do that again.
"Hi, Jason, it's Jen. Please call me back," she smiled, trying to sound hopeful in her message. She hung up and frowned again, wondering what she should do. Late the next evening, she still hadn't heard from him, and he hadn't replied to her text either. Jen felt the message he was sending was clear, but she wanted to give him one more chance. She called again, and left another message.
"Hi, Jason, it's Jen," she started cheerfully, "Call me back. Or don't. Okay, bye."
Jen hung up and took a deep breath. So this was how it was going end, him ignoring her calls. Maybe she would run into him on campus and be able to talk to him. Maybe she would never have to deal with him again. Jen sighed again and stared out her window in thought.
***
"C'mon, man, this isn't hockey," Mark complained after taking yet another hard foul from Jason.
"I didn't hear a whistle," Jason taunted, dribbling the ball back. "Eight to six."
"Why are you being such an ass?" Mark asked. "I mean, you're always an ass, but now you're even worse."
"Sorry man," Jason frowned. "Here," he said with a sharp pass. "I'll tell you what. Hit me as hard as you can with the ball and we'll call it even."
Mark didn't even think twice, immediately rearing back and drilling Jason right in the chest.
"Damn!" Jason exclaimed, balling up, shocked that Mark had taken him up on his offer.
"Bitch, it's on now," Mark growled, bouncing the ball back to Jason.
"Alright," Jason agreed, started dribbling and backing his way to the basket.
Mark was a linebacker, and even bigger than Jason, and he effectively stopped his progress. When Jason tried to roll off, Mark exploded into his shoulder, knocking him off balance. Focused on saving the dribble, Jason was unable to brace himself and Mark shoved him with both hands and knocked him off the ball.
"Punk," Mark spat as he dribbled back to midcourt.
"Oh, so that's how it is. I got this," Jason agreed.
The match degenerated into a running wrestling match with a ball. The two friend cursed each other as they each tried to impose their will on the other. Lost in their combat, they didn't notice the other players in the gym or how loud and vulgar they were getting. Suddenly they were interrupted.
"Excuse me," the girl said. "Can you guys watch your language? It's really not appropriate."
Mark and Jason stopped and stared at her.
"Oh, yeah, sorry," Mark answered sheepishly.
"Fuck you, bitch!" Jason glared.
"Hey, man come on. Sorry, we'll keep it down. Actually I got to get going."
Mark tapped Jason and started to walk off the court. Jason stared holes into the girl before slowly turn to join his friend.
"Man, what has gotten into you? You're really being an ass."
"Bitches," Jason muttered.
Jason sat in his room alone that night, another beer bottle in his hand. He felt tense and on edge, like he was ready to explode. He just couldn't get Jen out of his head and it was driving him crazy. He didn't want a girlfriend, he just wanted to fuck. Now, suddenly, that little bitch was monopolizing his every waking moment. Ever since he had given her a ride home, something had changed. He had stopped returning call from the other girls.
Sarah must be going crazy,
he thought ruefully as he glanced at yet another desperate sext from her. He didn't want to fuck Sarah, or anyone else. Fucking Jen was the only thing he wanted, and he couldn't bear to admit.
Jason nodded as he drank, listening to his headphones.
