Used Ch 02 2

Jamie slipped her feet into a pair of black pumps. Grabbing the thigh-length black trench coat from her computer chair, she carefully slipped it on and belted it tightly at her waist.

She caught a glance of herself in the mirror. She licked her glossy lips and checked her black eyeliner. She was almost ready to leave as she grabbed her keys and wallet and walked quickly out her room.

Nora was sitting on the couch with her new boyfriend Danny, the guy she was all over at the ATO party two weeks ago. They were watching some ridiculous romantic comedy. Nora eyed her outfit. "Going over to Nate's I see."

"Yes," Jamie said, opening the fridge. She bent over to get a bottle of water and almost forgot the outfit she was wearing when she heard Nora's shocked gasp. Standing up quickly, she looked over to see Nora shielding Danny's eyes.

"Girl, that has got to be illegal," Nora hissed.

"What? What am I missing?" Danny asked.

"Nothing," Nora said, removing her hand. "No more questions."

Jamie laughed. "Sorry, Nora. I forgot. Anyway, I'm out."

"I take it we shouldn't expect you back tonight?"

"Mmm, probably not. Later girl," she replied, closing the door.

Nora snuggled closer to Danny on the couch. "I seriously hope she knows what she's getting herself into," she said.

Danny kissed the top of her blond head. "I think Jamie's a big girl, babe."

"Yeah, but Nate's reputation..."

"You warned her, Nora. That's all you can do."

Nora sighed. "I know, Danny. I know. But I just don't think she realizes what she got herself into."

Danny scoffed. "Something tells me that chick is just as devious as Nate."

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Two weeks before...

Nate spooned the frosted wheat cereal into his mouth, crunching soundly. There was nothing better than a bowl of cold cereal after a good night.

And what a hot night it was.

That girl Jamie was something else. She was so incredibly hot, and definitely not like most of the skanks he hooked up with.

"Yo, glad to see you're up and at 'em." Nate turned to see Matt stagger into the kitchen. His usually handsome face was in need of a shave and he was clutching his forehead in his hand.

"Damn, kid you look haggard," Nate said as Matt plopped down in the chair across from him. "Too much keg stand?"

"You could say that." Matt cleared his throat. "I figured you'd be trying to recuperate."

"What are you talkin' about?" Nate asked innocently.

"Are you really going to sit there and act like you don't know what I'm talking about?"

Nate grinned. "Nah. I just wanna hear you say it."

"Harlow you are so full of shit. The whole party saw you with that chick. You guys were practically fucking on the dance floor."

"Yeah, well let's just say it got even better in the bathroom."

Matt smiled, his bloodshot green eyes twinkling. "Jesus, how the hell do you do it man?"

Nate grinned. "What can I say man? The ladies love me. Must be the accent."

"Whatever, dude" Matt laughed. "Yeah, all the ladies are definitely swooning over that redneck accent."

"Redneck accent my ass. Look at that Yankee jealousy rearing its ugly head."

They laughed. "Okay, man. So did you get the digits? That chick was pretty hot."

Nate shook his head. "Nah. She told me I was a smart boy an' could figure it out."

"Smart? So, clearly this chick was delusional. Did you at least get her name? I know, it's a revolutionary concept to you, but when most guys hook up with a chick, they at least get a name."

"I'm not that big of an asshole. Her name is Jamie. I'm gonna try and figure out where she's staying."

"Well man, there's this lovely invention called Facebook. Try there."

"Are you kiddin' me?" Nate crunched the last bit of his cereal. "Facebook is for people with way too much time. Nah, I'm gonna try the old fashioned way."

Matt eyed his frat brother. "Wow, you sure are investing a lot of time into this. Are you sure you aren't pressed already?"

Nate grinned. "Hell no, I'm not pressed. But you saw her, right? Ain't no way in hell I'm passing that up."

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Jamie shuffled into her living room, plopping down on the sofa next to Nora, who was munching on a bagel.

"Morning, sunshine" Nora said cheerfully.

"Hey yourself. Why are you so damn happy?"

"Because I just got off the phone with Danny."

"Danny? Who's Danny?"

Nora stuffed the last bit of bagel into her mouth. "The guy I met last night at the ATO house. He's a brother there."

"Oh," Jamie teased. "Do we like this boy?"

"We do," Nora replied as she gathered her way blond locks into a messy bun. "We talked the entire time at the party. He even walked me home just to be safe."

"How sweet of him," Jamie said, the barest hint of sarcasm in her voice.

"Be a bigger bitch, please" Nora joked. "He was really sweet. He came up to the apartment and we just talked the whole night. I really dig this guy."

Jamie sipped from the cup of tea Nora handed her. "Nora, I'm glad for you. But you always seem to get hung up on guys."

"As opposed to not making any attachments whatsoever. Except for the horizontal ones."

"The only ones that matter," Jamie shot back.

Nora laughed. "I see. So, how was your night? You got back way before I did."

Jamie's mind wandered to the previous night and her bathroom session with Nate. "It was good. I hooked up with this really hot guy."

Nora sighed. "Jamie Kincaid, what am I going to do with you?"

"Love me," Jamie said, a large grin on her face.

"I do," Nora replied, pinching her friend's cheek. "So, who's the guy? Do I know him?"

"We didn't get into particulars. I did get his name. It's Nate."

"Wait, did you just say Nate?"

"Yeah. Do you know him?"

"Tall guy, blonde hair, eyes like molten sex?"

Jamie nodded. "Yeah, that's him. How did you know?"

"Nate Harlow is the president of ATO."

"Oh, really? Now it just got even more interesting."

Nora's amber eyes stared curiously at her roommate. "Jamie, when you say hookup you mean..."

"I meant that I had sex with him, Nora. You know, it's what the big people do when they like someone."

Nora sighed. "You shouldn't have done that, Jamie."

"Let me guess: he's a total asshole, goes through girls like toilet paper and treats them like shit. Have I got that right?"

"There's no need to sound so cocky."

"Sorry kid," Jamie ruffled Nora's hair. "I know you're just being a good friend. But trust me, I can handle guys like Nate. They think they're hot shit, fucking with girls and getting their way all the time when it really is just an act to mask how useless they truly are."

"He's kind of a man-whore, Jamie. You should be careful." "Don't sweat it, Nora. Everything's totally under control."

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Jamie stifled a bored yawn. Normally she enjoyed her Media Ethics class but today just seemed more difficult to bear. It was the Tuesday after the ATO party and she hadn't heard from Nate.

Nora told her to take it as a good sign, but Jamie was still intrigued by him. Her mind replayed their session in her mind over and over, making her body heat whenever she thought about his thick cock pumping inside her. Her body shuddered involuntarily when she found herself randomly fantasizing about him in the middle of lecture.

Her phone began to vibrate, signaling she had a text message. She flipped open her slim silver phone and pressed the button to read. It was from a number she didn't recognize.

The message was only one word. "Boo."

"Who is this?" she typed back quickly.

Jamie glanced up as her professor clapped her hands. "Alright guys, that's all for today. Please read chapters 7 and 8 for Thursday's class. See you all then."

Grabbing her bag, she slung it over her shoulders and headed out of the classroom. As she opened the front doors of the building, her phone buzzed again.

Another text message. "I see you."

Jamie was confused. Who the heck could it be? She glanced around. It was a beautiful spring day and there were people everywhere milling about.

Her phone vibrated again and Jamie checked the text. "You look sexy in those jeans."

She walked towards the group of benches in the shaded courtyard, craning her neck to see if she recognized anyone.

Another buzz, another text. "Ooh, baby keep making that ass bounce."

Jamie smiled. She knew it was Nate. "Come out, wherever you are Harlow" she typed back.

It seemed like two seconds later he was standing in front of her. He still looked as good as he did that night. He was wearing another torn pair of jeans, white sneakers, and a grey zip-up hoodie with the school logo on the front. The same smoldering grin played on his lips.

"So, you aren't as dumb as you look Harlow." Jamie slipped her phone back into her pocket.

"Aww, I'll take that as a compliment, Jamie Kincaid."

"Stalking me? How desperate of you."

Nate grinned. "Not stalking; merely reading up on you. You've got quite the reputation."

"Me? You're one to talk, Harlow. I've been well informed about you."

"So now that we both know about each other...what do you say?"

"Say to what, Harlow?"

Nate looked at her. She was looking fine today. Her hair was sleek and flawless. She was wearing blue jeans and a fitted green t-shirt that cupped her large breasts beautifully.

"You're a smart girl, Kincaid. Figure it out."

"Look Nate, I'm sure you're used to getting your way when it comes to girls. They all love you with the hot body and Southern accent, but I'm no man's plaything."

Nate wrapped his arm around her waist. Looking around, he noticed they were in a relatively secluded part of the campus. They were shaded by a large brick building as well as a thicket of tall fir trees.

"I never said you were anyone's plaything, darlin'" Nate whispered. "I just thought we had a good time on Saturday. Figured we could do it again."

"Yeah, you might want to ask your girlfriend if she minds." Jamie kissed his neck.

Nate groaned and cupped her heavy breasts in his hands, his thumbs circling her already erect nipples. "What girlfriend?" he asked.

Jamie let out a short gasp. "The girl from the party, Harlow. The one you were ready to kill that guy over."

"Christa? Hardly. She's fuckin' history, sweetheart." Nate stared into her brown eyes, an undetectable emotion swimming in them. "Why you askin'? You jealous?"

She scoffed. "Hardly. You're hot, but not that hot. Plus, jealousy is a cologne I don't wear."

"Mmm speaking of, you smell like trouble. What is that scent your wearin'?"

"It's called 'No Bullshit'. Do these lines really work on girls?" Jamie pushed him away.

Nate laughed. "You'd be surprised."

"Apparently so. Listen Harlow, let's cut to the chase. You and I, we could have this thing going on but we need to set some boundaries. I believe we're both big people to handle this kind of arrangement."

Nate nodded. "And what kind of arrangement are you talkin' about?"

"Sex, Harlow. Completely casual. No questions. No details. Let's not kid ourselves into thinking this could be a relationship."

Nate was floored; he had never been with a girl who was so upfront about her intentions.

"Kincaid, you shock me."

It was Jamie's turn to laugh. "Call me a cynic, but I believe the age of the romantic is dead. I know why you pulled me to you that night, and I don't care. Make who ever you want jealous."

"You're a feisty one, Kincaid."

"Harlow, you have no idea what you've gotten yourself into."

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Nate flopped back on his bed, an impish grin on his tanned face. Jamie should be arriving any minute now.

Just thinking about her sexy dark curves and wild nature made him painfully hard. She was the most adventurous girl he had ever been with. She didn't hold back and gave as much as she got.

He had to admit, it was her smooth brown skin that drew him to her. He had never talked to black girls before, at least not in a hooking-up kind of way. They had just seemed too unattainable. Back home in Nashville there were plenty of beautiful black women but Nate was a young kid only interested in the paler female form, until he saw Jamie and was hooked.

Her skin was a warm chestnut color; silky smooth, he had spent what felt like hours running his hands up and down her body, kissing where his hands couldn't reach. Nate loved to lay her form across his, the creamy tan of his skin contrasting perfectly with hers.

Since their initial hookup, it took him only a couple of days to find her. Harden University was a fairly large school, but Nate figured she must have known someone at the ATO house or ATC to have scored an invite. He discovered that she was the roommate of one of the ATC sisters, Nora Masters.

After getting her number from Nora, he sent her a text message and the rest, as they say, was history.

Jamie was upfront with him. He knew their little thing wasn't a relationship. But the way she was so determined to keep it that way turned him on. He wasn't a punk, but this girl sometimes straight dominated him and he loved it. It was refreshing to see the chick take charge for once instead of just lying there.

For some reason, Christa popped into his mind. It was weird, because he hadn't thought about her in two weeks, since the ATO house party. His hands were pretty much full with exploring Jamie.

Pulling out his cell phone, he looked at the last text message Christa sent him, right after she humiliated him in front of everyone. "Natey, things just aren't cutting it. Sorry. Friends?"

Nate scoffed. It would be just like Christa to break up with him through a fucking cell phone. He knew something was up when she kept saying she needed to "think things through". The girl couldn't think her way out of a pudding cup. He honestly didn't believe she was smart enough to cheat on him. Apparently she called his bluff.

He didn't know why he was so upset over the end of their ridiculous relationship. It wasn't like they were a match made in heaven. What a story to tell the kiddies.

"Hey Dad, how did you meet Mom?"

"Well kids, your mother was a sorority slut who loved to get intoxicated and dance on the pole in the club. After too many Red Bull and Vodkas she slipped while trying to do a spin and I was there to catch her. As a thank you, she gave me the hottest blowjob in an alleyway and it's been love ever since. She had me at 'your cock tastes so good!'"

He laughed just thinking about the ridiculousness of the entire thing. Christa was hot, but he had to admit Jamie was better.

When it came to Jamie, he was insatiable. Their escapades ranged from safe, like the numerous times they hooked up in her apartment, to daring when they had sex in an empty classroom during a daytime break, to downright dangerous, like the time they had furious sex on the catwalk in the theatre department.

Nate had discovered Jamie was just as kinky as he was the night she introduced silk scarves into their play. He assumed they were for him to use on her, and the look of surprise on his face as she tied his arms to his mahogany bed posts made her laugh aloud.

At her complete mercy, she fucked him for over an hour and a half, stopping every time she knew he was nearing orgasm. His body had felt like it was going to explode, but he kept quiet, kept playing the game, bending to her will until she untied him and pounced on her.

Nate remembered that night as being one of the best. He drove into her warmth, fucking her until she screamed so loud he thought she'd wake up the house. After the sixth orgasm he felt her body go limp underneath his as he smiled triumphantly.

It was all a game with them; to see whose will would break first. They didn't discuss their personal lives. All Nate knew about Jamie was her name and that her roommate was a sister. He didn't see the point in knowing about the rest of her life and she didn't seem eager to learn about his.

His phone buzzed with a text. "Knock, knock Harlow."

Nate smiled. "It's open," he called out. Seconds later Jamie was inside his large room and his eyes nearly popped out his head. She was wearing the outfit he requested, her long brown legs highlighted by the short black trench coat. The stilettos added height to her frame and made her legs look even longer. Her make-up was dark and smoky.

In short, she looked absolutely stunning.

"Well look at you," he said, his voice tight.

"You have a ridiculously dirty mind, Harlow." She undid the belt and fingered the lapels of the coat.

"I could say the same about you too, Kincaid." He beckoned her closer. "I won't bite, darlin'."

"Bullshit" she replied. Jamie let the coat slide off her shoulders, revealing her naked body to him. She cupped her ample breasts, enjoying the way his dark stare made her nipples stiffen. "You like what you see, Harlow?"

Nate nodded. "You're fucking gorgeous."

Jamie pinched her nipples, gasping at the shock it sent ricocheting through her body.

He crooked his index finger. "Come here," he beckoned.

She walked slowly towards him. Kneeling on the bed, she crawled up to him. Nate thought she looked absolutely predatory. There was a wicked gleam in her brown eyes, the same gleam that thrilled him so many times before.

Sitting up, he pulled her to him and crushed his lips against hers. Jamie moaned, reveling in the feeling of his hard body pressed to hers. She straddled him, grinding her soaking sex into the crotch of his jeans.

"Fuckin' hell," he groaned. He gave her ass a sharp slap before rolling over so she was underneath him.

Nate kissed his way down her body, licking every inch of brown skin before stopping at the apex of her thighs. Softly, he kissed the insides of her thighs, enjoying the cries of pleasure escaping her dusky lips.

Using his thumb and forefinger, he parted her slick cocoa folds and dove into her sweetness. Jamie cried out, arching her back. Nate glanced up at her as he gently nibbled on her clit. "Open those eyes, sweetheart and sit up. I want you to see me enjoy you."

Her half-lidded eyes flew open as she propped herself up on her elbows. Biting down on her lip, she stared back into his eyes. Nate moistened his finger in his mouth before sliding it into her. Curling it slightly, he began to pump slowly in and out.

"Oh god," Jamie moaned.

"Now I told you, darlin' that 'Nate' will do."

"Shut up and put your mouth to good use," she shot back.

He grinned as he bent his head down. "Kincaid, you've got the prettiest pussy I've ever seen." He gave her clit another nibble before inserting another finger inside her.

"Harlow," she gasped.

"Darlin'?" His fingers moved lazily in and out while his thumb circled her clit.

"I want you inside me. Now."

"That could be arranged." He sat up quickly to remove his black tank top and matching black boxers. Jamie reached for the tiny package on the nightstand next to the bed, tossing it at him.

Sheathing himself with the condom, he guided his throbbing cock into her.

"Shit," he groaned. She was so tight and her muscles clenched him almost painfully.

Jamie pushed her hips up, finally connecting them. "Mmm, so good" she whispered.

Nate guided her on her side as he threw a slender brown leg over his shoulder. He grinded into her pussy, his fingers gently strumming her clit.

Jamie whimpered softly.

"You like this, baby?" he growled.

"Mmm, yes" she moaned. Nate coated his finger with her juices before bringing it to his lips.

"You taste sweeter than sugar," he cooed.

Sliding her leg from his shoulders. He fell back onto the bed, taking her with him. He slapped her bountiful cheeks before tossing her a grin.

"Ride me," he commanded.

Jamie moved her hips slowly, her heavy breasts with the dark nipples swayed seductively.