We continue the story from Ch. 2 where Janine is slowly falling into a trap. Her body seems to respond to dares and bets and she still doesn't know how or why. Please read Chapters 1 and 2 to see what has happened to this point. There is some non-consensual sex so if you're offended by it, please turn back. Otherwise I hope you'll enjoy it. I really appreciate your feedback, so please leave me some.
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Starbucks was busy and people were milling around the entrance, frappucino in hand, shouting loud enough for everyone to hear them talking about absolutely nothing. Janine craned her neck and spied them at a corner table, Drew against the wall and Natasha facing him, both leaning in to talk above the noise. How long had they been there, she wondered? Time seemed to have passed rather quickly since Janine left her in the clothes store with Matt, the sales clerk. Matt had given the little dress she was wearing now, but at what cost? She reflexively stretched her jaw, the thought of her first blowjob still fresh in her mind. She could still taste him! Yuck! What had come over her?
Drew and Natasha looked up from their conversation when Janine walked up to them. He was casually dressed in shorts and a tank-top, obviously having enjoyed the warm day outside.
"What took you so long?" Natasha started. "Looks like you got the dress after all. It looks really good on you, doesn't it Drew?"
Drew simply nodded. Janine had never looked better. Usually a jeans and t-shirt tomboy, the Janine before him was all dressed up in a chocolate halter dress with a modest neckline that ended at mid-thigh. She even had the three-inch heels to go with it. What a difference! And boy didn't she have nice legs!
"Why don't you pull up a chair?" Natasha continued.
Janine looked about, but there wasn't an available chair in sight.
"You could always sit on my knee," remarked Drew, earning himself a smack on the arm.
"Funny. I bet she'd love that." Janine socked him in the arm again for good measure.
Janine blinked as the familiar tingle ran down her spine. Dropping her bag to the floor, she turned to face Natasha before sitting herself unceremoniously on Drew's right knee.
"Sorry you guys waited so long," Janine apologised as Natasha's eyes widened.
"Man, I was just joking!" Drew complained. "You're heavy, Janine! I bet it'd be more comfortable if you sat across the leg rather than directly on the knee."
Without the hint of a complaint, Janine adjusted herself, moving her leg over to straddle Drew's and sliding back to get comfortable. Her motion along Drew's leg made her quiver ever so slightly as the dress rubbed against her panty-less crotch. Everything about the dress excited her. It had been Matt's suggestion, his bet that she'd enjoy the dress. It was also his suggestion that led her to be completely nude under the dress, so as to better feel it against her skin. Even now she felt irresistibly caught by the caress of the dress, and the bit trapped between Drew and her was tickling her at just the right spot. Unconsciously, she wriggled her hips to get more contact.
Natasha eyed her suspiciously. She had known Janine for a long time, and never knew her to even know how to approach a guy, let alone try to seduce Drew. Maybe it was just her imagination that Janine rubbed herself against his thigh? Must have been. Drew on the other hand was painfully aware of what Janine had done and was doing. His member swelled and he thanked his lucky stars that Janine was sitting in front of him and thus blocked his erection from view. Nat wouldn't be so happy to know that he was getting all aroused by her best friend.
"So, so you said the Psych test was a cinch?" he said weakly, hoping to change the topic.
"Hmm, I don't know really. I don't remember studying, but it seemed to have gone well. I felt asleep listening to Dawson's CD," replied Janine. Professor Dawson was in charge of Psychology 101.
"You never need to study," groused Natasha. "Ever since I've known you, you've been a prodigy."
"I'm just lucky." Janine squirmed. Something strange was happening. The feel of the dress on her bare breasts, hips and thighs was intoxicating, but the fabric trapped between her legs was setting her on fire. It almost seemed to have a life of its own. She swore that it had fingers, or felt like fingers, and those fingers were running up and down her lips, causing her to tremble. Each motion she made to relieve the pressure seemed to give the fingers more access, and they knew exactly where to go. Drew's thigh gave the fingers direction, and now she felt them working around her clit. Gosh, that felt good. But it still wasn't the right spot.
"Janine, is everything alright?" breathed Drew.
"Yes, you're looking flushed," noted Janine.
"Maybe it's all the shopping you put me through." Janine's voice seemed strained and breathless, but she didn't know why.
Drew leaned forward, reaching for her forehead. "You feel hot; I think you might have a fever."
"I'll get some water." Natasha rose quickly.
Janine could feel Drew's breath on her neck and it added to her sense of anxiety. It must be anxiety, she thought, what else could this be? His hand was still near her forehead and she sunk into it, thankful for some cool relief. But relief was momentary. Every bit of her skin that was covered by the dress was on fire, and feeling Drew hovering by her exposed neck acted as fuel. The 'fingers' at her crotch were still circling her clit, and her body was reaching a dangerous limit. For her sanity, she knew she had to get the fingers away.
She stood slightly and lifted the dress separating them away. Immediately the pressure lessened and she breathed a sigh of relief. She sat back down, nonplussed that her crotch was directly on his bare leg. He jumped at the contact, and she rocked forward on him, enjoying his coolness against her burning skin. She let out a sigh and bit her lip so as not to make any more revealing sounds.
The initial shock had made it to his brain, and Drew was certain that there wasn't any material between Janine and him. She had moved her dress so that she was sitting on his thigh directly. His penis surged and he could feel it straining against his shorts. He hoped Janine wouldn't get up or Natasha would surely see. Janine shouldn't move either, otherwise she'd be right up against his erection. Who knows what that would do to him?
The pressure was building again. Janine continued to bite her lip as the coolness of his thigh was being overrun by the heat generated by the contact with the dress. She needed more cooling.
Perhaps if she moved...?
Drew's eyes flew wide open as Janine rocked forward and back on his leg, pressing her thighs against his.
What was she doing?
He threw his head back, resting against the wall as his girlfriend's best friend rubbed herself off on him.
"Drew. Drew," she murmured. "I need your help. I don't feel well."
That's it, he thought. She's just not feeling well. "What can I do Janine? Natasha will be back with water shortly. I bet you're just a little dehydrated, and need some cooling off."
