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."
"Cooling off, yes, that's what I need. Your hands are so cool." Janine whispered. She grabbed his right hand and put it against her arm, gasping as she felt how cool it was against her skin. Her skin is warm to the touch, he thought. Warm and smooth. Smooth and nice. Nice and smooth. His fingers moved on their own, stroking her bare arm. It felt good, but not enough. She needed more. Grabbing his left arm, she placed it against her thigh under her dress. So cool. So calming, she thought.
Calm was not the word to describe how Drew was feeling. He was confused. There was something wrong with Janine, there had to be. She was acting like a bitch in heat, grinding herself into his leg and now getting him to touch her. If Natasha were to find out, they'd both be in a lot of trouble. He loved Natasha; he was sure of it even as Janine's movements and insistence to have his hands on her arm and thigh made it hard to focus or think.
The couple in the adjacent table stood to leave, and with the last of his willpower, Drew pulled an unoccupied chair to their table. Holding Janine by the hips, he extricated her from his leg and sat her down on the chair. Now seated on her own, she collapsed forward, as if drained of her strength. Drew breathed in deeply; he felt like he had just run a couple of miles. Natasha returned with water, and Janine could barely move to drink it.
"I think she's all worn out, we should take her home." Natasha said as Drew agreed. She should go home before she does any more damage, he thought.
I was dangerously close to my limits. Hopefully we never get into that predicament again.
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Janine woke the next morning with little recollection of the previous day's events. Three foreign bags of shopping clued her in on the fact that she had gone to the mall with Natasha. She was still in the brown halter dress and nothing else, her heels thrown in the corner with her sling bag. She rubbed her thighs together, frowning at the squishing sound. She was so wet! She stretched, and once again she felt the soft touch of the dress. Oh it felt so good. It had felt so good when Matt asked her to touch herself. Where had she touched herself? Her fingers walked down the length of the dress and stopped at her crotch. She circled her mound, relishing the feel of the dress. Tentatively she tapped her clit, and had to bite down hard on her lip to stop from screaming as an orgasm rocked her body. She arched her back and it seemed to intensify the feeling of bliss.
It was some time before she got her breathing down to a regular pace, and it wasn't before she took the dress off. That dress seemed to make her feel strange inside, like it had some magical ability to make her stomach churn. She would have to save it for special occasions, she thought as she walked naked to the shower. Nobody was ever home. Her parents both worked long hours at their jobs - her father was a car mechanic, her mother a lawyer. Usually she would be more cautious, or walk around with a towel, but today, she felt light-headed and happy.
She opted to wear the white wrap skirt that she bought the day before, briefly considering that it wasn't her normal attire before shrugging it off. She felt compelled to wear it and couldn't see any other options. She vaguely remembered Nat daring her before leaving yesterday. Pairing it with a sleeveless top, she grabbed her bag, throwing Prof. Dawson's audio CD in. Janine knew she would have a lot of questions for him when she went to his office after school.
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It had been harder to avoid attention today, her short skit framing the legs that she had kept hidden for a long time. She had deliberately avoided the lockers in the morning in case there was a repeat of the previous events with Brad. She was skittish and kept looking over her shoulder expecting a lewd stare, or a cruel sneer, but never saw him. Still, she could almost swear that she sensed his presence everywhere as she finished her classes for the day and headed to Dawson's office.
"Come in."
Janine timidly entered Professor Dawson's office. The Professor was a genius but poor at communication, his quick wit often lost in bad delivery and gruff monotony. He had the most immaculate office that Janine had ever seen, a trait of tidiness that she felt was a poor match for the rest of his personality. Jonah Dawson wasn't a bad man, she thought. He just is...
socially inept
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"You have my CD?" His eyes never left the table, where the quiz papers were neatly divided into 2 stacks, marked and unmarked.
"Yes, yes I do. Here it is," she replied, handing over the disc.
"I have a question for you," he said, suddenly looking up and piercing her with his blue eyes.
