Deceptions: Ch. 01
written by:
stevieraygovan

Once again, the intrepid Jill wrote me to request a story about her favorite fantasy: "A woman in a relationship is taken by another man." For this one she requested much younger characters, which was fun for me because I enjoyed writing their dialogue.

Special thanks go to Dirk, a reader who saved this one for me after it was lost.

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I'm usually not a nosy person. Really, I swear. Though I only turned eighteen last week, I am starting college now, and I think I've already developed a pretty mature attitude about not judging people. I bet it comes from my theater background. My parents met while working together on a play, and I've been around actors my whole life, so that's probably where I got my laid-back attitude. What people do in private is their own business, right?

So why was I sneaking out in the middle of the night to the common room of my boyfriend's dorm? I'll tell you why! The sounds coming from that room across the hall were driving me batshit crazy!

Practically every night, always right around 1:00 a.m., my boyfriend and I hear the moaning and thumping and muffled cries of...well, of people fucking! The guy next door, Dirk, he's constantly fucking the brains out of some woman! Actually, it's often not even the same woman. Over the last couple of weeks I've heard at least three different women crying out in pleasure.

We usually hear them right through the walls, but tonight the sounds were coming from the common room.

It's not like I'm even there every night either. I only stay over at my boyfriend's dorm three or four nights per week, and still I hear the same sounds every time. It's like he never takes a night off!

I'm Jennifer, and J.T. is my boyfriend. Whether I stay over at his dorm or not usually just depends on my class schedule. Well, okay, it also depends on how much we're fighting. I love J.T., or at least I like him a lot. Maybe I love him, who knows? The one thing I do know is that he's fucking hot, and that's precisely the problem. He knows he's hot, and he knows the little sluts around here think so too.

All my girlfriends say he looks just like Johnny Depp, but not the Pirates of the Caribbean Johnny Depp. He's more like the Ninth Gate Johnny Depp, or maybe the Once Upon a Time in Mexico Johnny Depp. He's got that same dark, careless, straight hair, and that same intense yet whimsical 'intelligent, disturbed guy' thing going on. He's thin and sinewy like Johnny Depp too, with the same kind of chiseled facial features. I swear, one of these days he's going to make my boobs bleed with those sharp cheekbones of his!

I've never seen Johnny Depp's cock, but I really like J.T.'s. It's not as if I have a whole lot of experience or anything by which to compare him, though. I guess he's about as big around as a tube of toilet paper. When I hold it, I can just get my fingers to touch together. He seems pretty long too. I've seen some pornos, and he's not like those guys, but I've used my hands to show his size to my girlfriends. They assure me that he's above average.

Whatever. I know I like his cock. I also know I'm not his first. He's told me he's fucked at least five or six other girls, and he flirts with every girl around here. They flirt right back, big time! I'm sure he's even fucked some of my girlfriends.

That's why we fight. I don't think I'm a particularly jealous person, but would it kill him not to flaunt it so much? I mean, c'mon, I don't mind the occasional harmless flirting. That's fine. What I'm not so cool with is the way he practically dry humps fifty different girls every time we go out dancing. I've also seen him fully making out with them when he thought no one was watching.

It's not so much what he does, but the way he does it. Sometimes he's so blatant about his flirting that I really think it's sort of disrespectful to me. If you're going to fuck other girls, fine, whatever. This is college. People fuck a lot here. I get that. Just don't show it off so much, okay?

I try my best to make him happy, too. Granted, I didn't know much about sex when we initially got together. He was my very first. Still, I think I've opened up a lot for him. Pretty much, I do whatever he wants now, and I'm always trying to get better at it. I'm definitely no cold fish either. I really get into it, and I let him know how much I'm enjoying it - because I am! He says I'm the best "cock sucker" he's ever had, and ever since I went on the pill, c'mon, we fuck like rabbits!

There are only two things I won't do, and he knows it. I won't fool around with him in front of his roommate, and I won't let him put his dick up my ass. That would just hurt too much, I'm sure.

He tried to get me to do it once, and I wouldn't let him. When he went to take a shower after we were done, I grabbed one of his Sharpie markers and attempted to see if I could fit it up my ass. I'd already done it with my finger a couple of times, so I kinda knew what it would feel like, but that Sharpie was a lot thicker and longer than my finger! I managed to get some of it inside me, and it felt like I was stuffed to the gills! It didn't feel bad, not really. It actually felt kind of good. Or maybe it was simply that I felt kind of good, knowing I was being so slutty! I mean there I was, having just had sex with my boyfriend, and now I was trying to jam something up my ass!

I found that I liked the feeling of pressure there. Having something stuffed in my ass was actually pretty nice. It wasn't so big that it hurt me; it was just...different. It felt way different than having something in my pussy.

Who knows, I'll probably end up letting him fuck me there too. I'm sure I'll even learn to love it. I love everything else now, so why not?

Yep, I'd definitely come a long way in a short time. He should be happy with me, I think. I don't see why he still has to chase after all these other girls.

It does makes me wonder, though. What are they doing that I don't? What's so hot about them? What am I missing?

Whatever. We had sex twice tonight, then I guess we fell asleep. A little later, Dirk's usual moaning and thumping started, and it woke me up. Checking on J.T., he was out like a log. I don't know what's gotten into me lately, but I was feeling hella mischievous. Even though it was really late, I just had to go see what was going on in that common room!

I looked over at J.T.'s roommate, Ray, asleep in his own bed. He must've come in and crashed after J.T. and I fell asleep together.

Like I said, I won't have sex in front of Ray, but if I want to spend the night with J.T. then I have to accept that Ray will see us in bed together. I guess as long as I'm covered up and we're not doing anything major, I'm fine with it. A little kissing and touching is okay, I suppose. Though Ray is definitely cute, I don't need him watching me having sex with my boyfriend. That would just be too weird.

Anyway, after double-checking to make sure both J.T. and Ray were really asleep, I got out of bed totally nude and went over to my bag to get my little silk robe. I quickly threw it on, hoping Ray wouldn't wake up and catch me standing there naked. He didn't. I don't think he's ever seen me naked. He might've caught a glimpse of my boobs one time, but I think I managed to pull the covers over me before he really saw anything.

I went to the bathroom and peed. Wanting to be quiet, I didn't flush the toilet. After checking again to make sure they were both still asleep, I grabbed the room key and snuck out into the hallway.

I don't know what I was expecting to find, especially since it'd become really quiet. The sounds that'd woken me up had stopped.

Whatever I was expecting, it definitely wasn't what I found!

The common room in J.T.'s dorm is across the hall from us, a few doors over. I tiptoed as quietly as I could down the bright hallway, then I just barely poked my head around the corner to take a peek. Conan O'Brian was on TV, and the room was its usual mess, with empty beer cans everywhere. The cue ball from the pool table was wedged between the fridge and the counter, which was covered in Taco Bell wrappers. The whole place smelled like a bunch of old gorditas. Gross.

Then I saw him. It was Dirk, the crazy sex machine from next door.

Even though we had shared a few classes in high school, I really didn't know him very well. He was our star wide receiver, and I knew that sometimes when he was practicing with the football team across the field from us he would stop and watch me as my squad did cheerleading drills. We'd also been in a couple of school plays together, but we never managed to be in the same scenes.

All I really knew was that I always thought he was absolutely gorgeous, and I think he thought I was pretty hot too. Still, the whole time we were in high school together we hardly even spoke to each other. I was always too busy with acting and cheerleading, then I hooked up with J.T., and that was it.

Well, I sure noticed Dirk tonight, sprawled out on his back on the red leather sofa. He looked asleep. He was shirtless, with his jeans completely unbuttoned. Even better, they were pulled down his hips, and he had no underwear on!

Check that. Yes, he did, but they weren't his, and he wasn't wearing them in the usual way. Instead, perched on his face was a pink thong! I could see his mouth peeking through one leg hole and his closed eye through the other. Someone had left their panties on his face before they just up and bailed on him!

Sneaking over to the little love seat by the couch, I looked more closely at him. Fuck, he's so hot. He sort of looks like John Cusack, only way more buff. He has the most perfectly ripped body which he always liked to show it off, hardly ever wearing a shirt unless he absolutely had to.

This time it was even better. Like I said, his pants were undone, and I was really checking him out. I could see his dark patch of moist pubic hair and the first few inches of his bare dick before it bulged beneath the open flap of his jeans. His dick was wet and shiny, and I think it was still chubby. It was definitely pulsing a little. God, I was so tempted to pull it out and suck it. Apparently he had just finished fucking, and he'd sort of half-assed tucked his dick back into his pants before falling asleep. I guess the girl he was fucking thought it would be funny to leave her panties on his face as a trophy.

I couldn't see all of his dick, but it sure seemed big. It looked really thick - much thicker than J.T.'s - and it wasn't even fully hard. I could see about four inches of naked, wet cock, then the bulge in his pants continued on another four inches or so across his left thigh.

Maybe the girl thought it would be funny to leave him that way, but I thought it was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.

It became even hotter when he rolled his face a few inches. The panties shifted, and out popped a little note!

I knew I shouldn't, but I was past the point of caring about privacy, right and wrong, or any of that stuff. I wanted to see that note! Reaching over, I gently tugged it through the leg hole of the panties. Just as the little note was sliding over his nose, his breath caught, then he sort of harrumphed. I froze, not moving a muscle. A few moments later his breathing seemed to relax again, and I took that opportunity to grab the note.

Moving away from him, I sat back on the love seat. I noticed my robe had opened up to where I could see my pussy when I looked down, but I didn't care. I was only hoping he wouldn't wake up right that second and catch me nearly naked, sitting next to him alone in the common room, reading his note. I just had to read that thing.

Unfolding it, I saw that the writing was definitely a girl's, and she'd used a girly-looking pink ink. It read...

Hey, baby, sorry I couldn't stay, but I had to get going. I know how much you love the taste and scent of my pussy, so I left you these as a little memento. You definitely earned them! You left me a nice memento too! God, I can't believe how much you came inside me! Lisa was right...you're awesome. My pussy will be leaking cum for weeks now! LOL! Also, I swear, nobody's ever made me cum like that before. Okay, you win. Next time, I promise not to wear panties when we go out! They only get in the way! :big grin: Anyway, c-ya in class, stud boy. Xoxoxoxox (That's me kissing and sucking your big cock. Mmmm, yummy!)

I checked on Dirk again. His dick looked so damn good. I wanted to see the rest of it. I wanted to see it twitch.

Jesus, I was wet.

'Screw that lucky bitch,' I thought to myself. Taking a huge chance, I gently removed the panties from his face and rubbed them against my wet pussy. I used her panties to soak up as much of my juice as I could, and as softly as possible I placed them back over his face. I was seriously considering pulling his pants all the way open so I could see the rest of his cock, until I heard footsteps coming down the hall.

Fuck. I at least wanted something before I left, so I quickly leaned over and lightly licked and kissed his wet cock. It was really warm, and I could taste the combination of his cum and the girl's pussy. I liked it - a lot.

'Jeez, I really am changing,' I thought to myself, as I snuck back into J.T.'s room. 'I'm becoming such a total slut. I bet J.T. would be so proud of me for wanting to suck Dirk's cock.'

Then I realized how stupid that sounded, and I laughed, 'Okay, maybe not!'

Still, even if J.T. wouldn't exactly be proud of me for nearly sucking someone else's cock, I was at least proud of myself. I couldn't believe what I'd done, considering how inexperienced I'd been only six short months ago. Just this very night I'd already had full-blown sex twice. I had two loads of cum inside my pussy, plus I'd swallowed another. I was caught in my boyfriend's bed by his roommate, and I risked letting him see me completely naked when I got up to go to the bathroom. I also snuck out of our room wearing next to nothing, just to go watch people fuck. Christ, I basically rubbed my wet pussy on Dirk's face before kissing and licking his cum-covered dick. If I hadn't heard people heading towards us, I probably would've sucked him off completely.

He would've woken up, and there I would've been, some strange, half-naked girl sucking his cock. I would've done it, too. Even after he woke up and caught me, I would have kept sucking his big dick, I just know it. I wouldn't have stopped until he came in my mouth.

Yes, I was excited. I was proud of how daring and uninhibited I was becoming.

Standing there in our dorm room, I watched the two sleeping guys, and I smiled mischievously again to myself. I took my robe off and just stood looking at Ray. I went to the sink to get a glass of water, then I went between the two beds and leaned against the windowsill to look out over the empty campus grounds. Anybody outside could've glanced up and seen me naked in the window. Ray could've woken up and seen me standing nude beside his bed, my bare ass sticking out, my naked body bent at the waist. J.T. could've woken up and seen the same thing, and he would have wondered what in the fuck was I doing?

I was definitely excited. "Your loss," I finally whispered, looking at Ray as I climbed back into bed.

J.T. immediately snuggled into me, spooning me. He wasn't hard, but I pressed my ass against him anyway. If he wanted to wake up and fuck me, I would've let him.

The thing is, though, I was thinking of Dirk, and Dirk's cock, and everything that girl had said about him. I was thinking about how much cum he must have poured into her. I was thinking about what I'd just done, and what I might yet do. Even if J.T. had woken up and fucked me, I would've been thinking of the sounds those girls always make when Dirk is pounding them. Yes, even if J.T. had woken up and fucked me only four feet away from Ray in the next bed, I still would've been imagining Dirk and his big, wet cock.

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When J.T. cracked his eyes open the next morning, he noticed his girlfriend sitting at the computer. With Ray sleeping only a few feet away, he was surprised to see Jennifer wearing her sexy silk robe. Pleasantly surprised, actually. Normally she wouldn't risk letting Ray catch her in something so skimpy and revealing, yet there she was.

While pretending to be asleep, J.T. studied his girlfriend. He simply loved looking at her. Despite his occasional episodes of cheating, he was under no illusions that Jennifer wasn't the hottest girl he'd ever seen. He knew she was, and he was definitely proud to be with her. Besides the fact that she had become quite the eager little nympho, she was also talented, smart and funny. Maybe even more importantly, she was good-natured and easygoing. Jen was that rare hottie who also had the proverbial 'good personality.' She knew he flirted like crazy, and she probably even suspected he cheated on her, yet she didn't bust his balls about it. Though nothing was ever stated, she seemed to understand that this was their first semester out of high school - their first time out in the big, wide world - and he wanted to experience as many new and exciting things as possible.

He really had to give her credit. The only time she ever became pissed at him was when he'd act like a total jerk by obnoxiously scamming on other girls right in front of her. As long as he made some effort not to embarrass her, she didn't give him any crap. She let him have his fun with other girls.

'Gotta respect that,' he decided. Even at his youthful age of eighteen he knew she was a rare find. Thinking about it, he began to wonder how she could be so easygoing and tolerant. Most girls would lose their minds if they caught their boyfriends doing some of the things she'd caught him doing. Maybe her being so accepting of his cheating might be a tip-off that she was also playing around a bit?

He honestly couldn't imagine it; not the Jennifer he knew. She was a virgin before they'd had sex, and she'd been with him almost constantly ever since. He just didn't see when she would've had the time to develop some other relationship with another guy, which he knew would be necessary before she'd give herself to anyone.

'Still,' he thought, 'just look at her. She could have anyone she wants.'

The thought of her fucking other guys sent a chill up his spine. He couldn't deny how easy it'd be for her, if only she wanted it.

As Jennifer sat typing away at her computer, J.T. drank in every inch of her. She was his idea of the perfect-looking girl, mainly because she was what a lot of guys called "odd hot." She wasn't Angelina Jolie perfect, not unless someone combined Angelina Jolie with Wynona Ryder.

She was striking like an Angelina Jolie, but she wasn't exotic like that. For one thing, she looked less Laura Croft and more Urban Goth Chick. She was very pale, with intensely blue eyes and short, blue-black hair cut in a severe Vampira look. She had a perfect little beauty spot above her mouth, and a cute piercing in her adorable button nose. She also wasn't tall and statuesque. No, she was small, rather petite; very much the waif. She had a brooding intensity that belied her casual, laid-back nature.

Though she had yet to acquire any tattoos, she was already fairly heavily pierced. In addition to her diamond nose piercing she had a stud in her tongue, which she gleefully suggested getting after he told her how good they felt during blowjobs. He also really enjoyed the small hoop she'd recently added to her tight little belly button. She had a row around each ear, and he knew it wouldn't be long before she decorated her clitoral hood. She'd been talking about it for weeks, and once she got an idea in her head she never stopped until the job was done.

Yes, she was stunningly beautiful, though in a somewhat non-traditional way. Odd hot, definitely.

If her face and overall look were slightly left of center, there was nothing odd about her painfully sexy body. His little girl barely knew how extraordinary she was, and he loved that about her.

She had a perfect eighteen-year-old cheerleader's body, with everything that entails. Although she was only five-four, it was all supple, toned legs leading up to a mouthwatering little heart-shaped bubble butt. Her legs were flawless works of art, and he could eat her ass for days, it was so full, round and firm. She alternated between being completely shaved versus keeping a small pelt of black pubic hair. Initially he preferred her smooth and hairless, since that's how most of his favorite porn chicks kept their pussies, though more and more he was beginning to enjoy her little landing strip. He loved the way her little patch would hold her scent, and he especially loved how he could make it out through her sheer panties.

He also loved how she could sometimes cum just from having her bright pink nipples chewed on. For having such large boobs, she sure had sensitive nipples. Usually it was the girls with small tits who had the really sensitive tips. He'd never been with a girl who could cum just from having her breasts sucked, but Jennifer would flat out lose her mind whenever he'd really suck hard and bite her nipples.

That was always the one thing he could do to ensure she'd make a lot of noise during sex. He loved her moans, squeals and shrieks, but she usually wouldn't make her sexy sounds unless he was chewing on her nipples.

"I really like my breasts," was all she ever said when asked about the sounds she made.

And well she should, he thought. She had a tiny waist to go with a small, V-shaped torso, and her large, heavy and high D-cup breasts almost seemed oversized on her petite body. If it weren't for her round bubble butt, she would've looked a bit top heavy. Instead, she simply looked gorgeously symmetrical. Right side up or upside down, Jennifer had the same hourglass dimensions. Her pale, luminous skin only heightened the effect for him.

'She's insanely hot, and one day she'll come to realize just how devastating she really is. When she does, I'll be history,' he thought. He felt it was inevitable he would lose her. He knew lots of girls thought he was hot too, but where Jen was concerned he was all too aware that he'd wildly out-kicked his coverage.

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"Whatcha thinking about, Mister Dopey Eyes?" I grinned, having let J.T. play possum long enough. I'd long since turned my chair to face him, and I was smiling as I crossed my bare legs.

"I was thinking, wow, I don't know that I've ever seen you look more gorgeous, Jen," he said, with a wistful, dreamy expression. "I was also thinking...you know...what about him?" he added, nodding towards the still-sleeping Ray. "You're hardly wearing a thing. For a second there, when you crossed your legs, I thought I could see your panties."

"No biggie. He's still asleep. Besides, you didn't see my panties."

"Are you sure? I think I did. They're your pink ones."

"Yes, sweetie, I'm sure," I smiled again. After quickly looking over at the snoring Ray, I casually leaned back against the computer table and spread my robe, along with my legs. I stroked up and down my bare, moist slit, and with a delightfully wet sluicing sound I plunged two fingers deep inside my pussy.

"Believe me now?" I smirked. Casting another glance over at Ray, I took the Sharpie from the table and slid it inside my pussy. Burying it all the way, I began a slow fucking motion with one hand; with the other I pulled my robe open, exposing my bare breasts. I cupped them and brought one to my mouth for a kiss of the nipple, then I simply leaned back and closed my eyes while thoroughly fucking myself with the Sharpie.

J.T. stared, stunned and thrilled. He made a move to come to me, but I held up my hand. "Stay there, tiger. Just watch." I lifted my legs, hanging them over the armrests of the chair, completely spreading myself open. I'd never done anything so brazenly lewd before, and I was discovering that I was getting off on it. Really wanting to blow his mind, I reached down with my other hand to wet my finger in my pussy; as I increased the speed of the Sharpie pumping inside me, I slid my moistened finger into my asshole.

"Is this what you've been wanting, baby? You want Ray to see me like this, getting fucked? You want to put your cock in here?" I tilted my hips, showing him my finger sliding deep inside my ass. That was the furthest I'd ever gone there, and I was loving it! I was loving it so much that I switched holes, rubbing my clit with my fingers while sliding the tip of the lubed up Sharpie into my ass. There was only a little resistance before it popped inside me.

"Do you want me to be a total slut for you, like all those other girls you fuck? Should I be as loud and nasty as the girls Dirk fucks?"

I'd completely closed my eyes. I was half talking to J.T., half talking to myself. I wanted to cum, and I wanted to do it quickly, before Ray woke up and saw me.

To be honest, at that point I almost didn't care if Ray saw me.

I'd been typing an e-mail to one of my girlfriends, telling her all about the crazy things I did and saw last night. I told her everything, including how I'd snuck out in my tiny robe and kissed Dirk's big, shiny dick in the common room. I described how I felt stripping down naked once I got back, and how I would've let J.T. fuck me even with Ray there in the room. I was going out of my mind with 'horny teenage girl' thoughts when I heard stirring sounds from J.T.

Turning around, I discovered he'd been awake and watching me, and that's when I dove right into my brazen display.

Now I was fucking half the Sharpie into my ass, and J.T. was watching me with a look of astonishment. 'Good. Let him be shocked,' I thought. 'I'll show him I can be every bit as hot and slutty as anybody he could ever fuck.'

Just then I noticed Ray beginning to stir. His back was to us, so all I did was bring my legs down off the armrests. As Ray began to make waking noises, J.T. looked at me in a panic, since I didn't seem to be stopping!

He was right, I wasn't! I was still fucking myself in the ass with the Sharpie while wickedly pinching and rubbing my clit. Most maddening of all to J.T. was the fact that I was smiling at him like it was no big deal.

When Ray began to roll over onto his back and sit up, I finally let J.T. off the hook. Very casually, I pulled my robe over my breasts. J.T.'s shock was complete, however, when I simply sat down on the Sharpie, hiding it by impaling myself on it! I took it all the way up my ass!

Again I crossed my legs, letting the robe slip off one completely exposed thigh. Locking my hands together on my raised knee, I smiled sweetly at Ray. "Welcome back to the land of the living. Rough night, honey?"

He sort of sat there blinking at me, then at J.T. "Ummm, yeah...late night. I had to get a ride home from Billy. I definitely drank too much."

Giving me a bemused smile, it was obvious he'd finally noticed what I was wearing, and that I was making no move to jump up and put some clothes on. Instead I leaned back, yawning while stretching my arms high above my head. I knew my erect nipples were showing through the sliver thin silk, and I hold that position. I wanted him to see me. I wanted J.T. to watch him see me.

Then I went one step crazier. When I was done stretching, I swung my legs up into an Indian-sitting position. I didn't keep my hands over my pussy to protect my modesty. No, I just did it so quickly that before they knew what had happened I was sitting there facing them, my legs folded beneath me, my elbows on my knees. I could tell my robe was splayed wide across my thighs. I could also tell that with the way I was leaning forward my boobs were pretty much out in the open. I don't think the nipples were showing, but I bet everything else was. It was definitely the most I had ever shown Ray, and J.T. had never seen me reveal anywhere near that much of my body to another guy.

Wanting to know whether they could actually see my pussy, I tried to follow their eyes. I still wasn't sure. I thought maybe my ankles and calves might've been blocking their view. I knew the robe wasn't.

"Oh, fuck," said Ray. Lurching up from his bed, he ran to the bathroom in his boxers, and J.T. and I laughed as we heard him pay the price for all that drinking.

I looked over at J.T., who grinned, "Wow, babe. That was an amazing show. I mean, seriously...wow."

Returning his grin, I pulled the Sharpie out of my ass and tossed it to him. Holding up the marker like it was the Super Bowl trophy, his voice took on a phony tone of awe as he said, "Dude, you are my hero."

"I never got to finish. I still haven't cum," I whispered.

"Sorry, babe. Better go faster next time."

"Maybe I just shouldn't stop next time," I said, raising my eyebrows.

"Babe, when you were sitting with your legs folded beneath you, did you know we could see your pussy?"

"No, I wasn't sure. Did it bother you?"

"Me? What about you, with Barf Boy there? You were always so fanatical about making sure he never saw you naked."

I smiled coyly. "You know, if you would have just woken up last night, you could've fucked me with him here in the room, just like you've always wanted. I would've let you."

Studying me for a long time, he finally said, "Something's changed. You're not the same person today that you were yesterday."

Giving him an enigmatic little smile, I thought to myself, 'You're right. I'm not the same person now.' I was having fun teasing him, so I grinned, "Like I said, you shouldn't have fallen asleep last night. You missed a lot."

"Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Well, for starters, how would you like to know that I ran around this room naked while you were both asleep? Ray could've woken up at any time and seen me completely nude. How would you also like to know that your sweet, innocent Jennifer did a little exploring in these hallways last night, wearing nothing but this robe?"

I flipped it open and spread my legs again, showing him my pink center.

Grinning, he was about to say something when we heard Ray turning off the faucet after finishing up in the bathroom.

Quickly I added, "What if I told you that your faithful girlfriend has now tasted more than one cock?"

That definitely made him sit up and take notice! His mouth was stuck open like a fish! Then, in a moment of perfect timing, Ray returned to the room, preventing J.T. from grilling me any further.

I turned back to the computer and finished my e-mail to my girlfriend. I sent it off, then deleted it from the system. Before I sent it, I added one little note...

P.S. - You think you're bad? I'm becoming such a slut! I just sat here in my little black robe, talking to J.T. and Ray while fucking myself in the ass with a Sharpie!

Grinning, I turned back to the guys, who were still staring at me.

'I could grow to like this,' I giggled to myself.

"Hey, Jen, I was meaning to give this to you. I thought of you when I saw it. I picked it up from the student union."

Ray was offering me a flyer, and I got up to take it. I hadn't really tightened my robe from when I'd pulled it open before, so when I leaned over I could feel it gaping everywhere. I saw his eyes bug out, but I pretended not to notice.

I took the flyer from him, and instead of going back to my seat I just plopped myself flat on my back next to him on his bed. Having a pretty good idea of how much I was exposing, I held the flyer up and read it. Taking a quick glimpse down, I saw that my breasts were mostly still covered, but my little landing strip was peeking out. I think my pussy was still covered, though. Maybe.

"Wow, you thought of me when you saw this?" I asked, sitting back up and handing it to J.T., who read it aloud...

Auditions being held for a major new Off Broadway theatrical play. Very avant-garde and cutting edge. Professional pay and excellent exposure are guaranteed. Contact Katherine at 555-5514 to set up an audition.

I looked at Ray.

"You've been in plays your whole life," he said. "You've whined forever about wanting to be on Broadway, and you're majoring in theater! Give it a shot. Call her. Why not?"

I glanced over at J.T., who was grinning like an idiot. He was ogling my bare breast, which had fallen out of my robe. I smiled while tucking myself back in, and both guys playfully booed me.

"Pervs," I smirked.

"Guilty as charged!" grinned Ray.

Getting up from his bed, I slipped off my robe. "Avant-garde and cutting edge, huh? Fine. I need to become those things, and there's no time like the present, right?"

I stood stark naked in front of Ray. Smiling at his shocked expression, I added, "I'll call her today."

I draped the robe over his startled face before heading to my overnight bag to get my bathroom things. Making sure to bend at the waist, my ass pointing directly at Ray, I pretended to search through my stuff, all the while moving my hips back and forth. When I finally stood again, bathroom items in hand, I felt their eyes burning into my naked bottom as I sauntered off to take a shower. Putting a little extra sway in my walk, I turned and went back to Ray. Startling him again, I kissed him on the lips.

"Thank you for thinking of me," I smiled, breathing it into his mouth.

Alone in the bathroom, I took a little hand mirror and checked myself out. I was relieved to see that my recent waxing was still good. My pussy and asshole were completely hairless, and nothing looked red or irritated. Everything was smooth and even. J.T. loves to tell me how pretty my young pussy looks, and as I really studied it, I could see his point.

It is pretty. Even though I'm young, my pussy isn't like one of those you see on a nine-year-old girl. With mine there's a little lippage. It's not some nasty roast beef sandwich, like an old hooker's pussy, but it's not just a discreet slit either.

I think it looks sexy, like an elegant painting of a beautiful woman's pussy.

I could also see why J.T. seemed so hung up on fucking my ass. Looking over my shoulder, I saw a very nice bottom. There wasn't a hint of cellulite, and my ass sat high and firm. Very curvy. Spreading myself wide open, I took my first serious look at my tight little pucker. I'm glad I waxed there too. It's a nice companion to my pussy. They're both pink; a pretty, matching set.

'If I were a guy, I'd definitely want to put my dick in there,' I decided, then I laughed. Jesus, I'm becoming terrible!

After I took my shower, I thought I'd continue with the New Me. I wrapped my hair in a towel, but that was it. I padded back into the room naked. Smiling at J.T.'s shocked reaction, I sat down in the nude at my computer and quickly wrote my girlfriend...

I'm now completely naked, sitting at my 'puter. Completely bare-ass naked. I just showed J.T. and Ray my pussy, and probably even my asshole too, before I went and took a shower. I didn't put anything on when I came back out.

J.T. and Ray are right here behind me, watching me type this! They have no idea what I'm typing. All they know is this seems to be the New Jen! I think they like it!

Talkatcha some more later! Bye!

I sent it, then deleted everything again. I didn't want the guys snooping around, reading what I say to my girlfriends.

Turning back to them, I saw they were both still just sitting there, slack-jawed and unblinking...completely dumbfounded.

I felt like Wonder Woman.

"So," I began, turning directly towards Ray. I got up and went to sit next to him on the bed. Leaning back on my hands, my legs were bent at the knees. I was showing him every inch of my body. "Tell me why you thought of me for this, for real. You know they're probably looking for a professional actress with actual Broadway stage experience. I'm still just a kid, barely out of high school. All I've ever acted in are some lame school plays, plus a few commercials when I was little.

"Oh, and yes, I realize I'm suddenly allowing myself to be naked in front of you. I'm guessing you must be wondering why I'm doing this, completely out of the blue?"

Ray could only nod. Okay, he gurgled and drooled too. He gurgled, nodded and drooled.

Setting my knees to a subtle in-and-out swinging motion, opening and closing my legs, I was showing him my pussy while thinking, 'I really want to become good at this stuff. I need to learn how to be just as hot as anyone Dirk is fucking.'

Continuing on, I said, "Ray, J.T. wants me to be a really sexy slut. It doesn't matter whether it's his girlfriend or any of the other girls he's fucking, that's just what he likes. See, you guys probably think I don't know he cheats on me, but I do. Here's the thing, though. He enjoys showing me off to other guys, and I need to become more daring and worldly anyway, especially if I'm to compete for things like the role in this play, so this works out great."

I grinned at J.T. His mouth opened, but nothing came out.

Awesome! I was feeling more worldly already!

''So that's why I'm doing this," I smiled, spreading my legs for Ray. "I'm letting you see my pussy, my breasts...everything. I consider it practice. Training. Acting. Also, yes, it totally turns me on. I love being a slut for you.

''Okay, now it's your turn. Tell me."

Though he tried to keep his eyes locked on my face, he couldn't stop slobbering over my tits, and my pussy was just torturing him. He blushed when I caught him staring.

"Ray, alright, let's try this. I want you to forget about proper etiquette right now, and just enjoy my body. It's totally okay if you don't look me in the eyes. I won't mind. I know you want to look at my pussy, so go ahead. Stare at my ass and pussy all you want, then maybe you can talk to me."

Turning onto my stomach, I lifted my hips, offering him my ass and pussy. Rising to the doggie position, I reached back to pull my bottom all the way open. "It's okay. Look at my virgin asshole. Stare at my wet, naked pussy," I said, moving my ass in seductive figure-eights. Rolling onto my back again, I spread my legs wide and cupped my breasts. "Is this sexy enough? Will men - not just boys - want to fuck me?"

"Yes," Ray finally said.

"Yes, what?" I asked, sitting cross-legged in front of him again. My back was to J.T.

"Yes, men will want you. Everyone wants you. You were the hottest girl at our high school, and you're the hottest girl here. All the guys already know it. Everybody wants to fuck you, Jen, even our teachers. Look, okay, this is why I showed you the flyer. It's like you were telling me about your drama teacher."

"You mean when he said he wants me to branch out and take some chances, and quit limiting myself to safe, boring plays at school?"

"Yeah, exactly. You told me he said you need to go try to do some really heavy stuff, some uncomfortable stuff. If you're going to be serious about this, you need to take some chances. You gotta do some professional theater, where things aren't always so neat and safe."

"Something 'avant-garde and cutting edge,' you mean?"

"Yes."

"I agree. That's why I'm going to do it. I have a confession to make, alright? My drama teacher already told me about the flyer. He's the one who posted it. He knows about the audition, the role, the whole play. He said that all I have to do is give him the okay, and he'll put in a good word for me with Katherine, who's an old friend of his. There's no guarantee I'll get the part, but I'll definitely get an audition. Professor Keener thinks I'd be perfect for the role. He says I have a good chance at landing it if I just throw myself in headfirst, without fear. He also says he has a lot of pull with Katherine. Though he was only joking, I could tell he kind of meant it."

"So this must be the same Professor Keener who used to show up at your old school plays," said J.T.

"Yep. Same guy. He's friends with my parents. They apparently go way back together. That's why Mom and Dad sent me here, so I could study under Professor Keener. They told me he thinks I have a lot of potential, but I need to loosen up. He says I'm too self-conscious on stage, which is common for actresses my age. Talking to Professor Keener, he thinks this role would be perfect for me. He's saying it would do me a world of good as an actress. Even if I don't get the part, he thinks it'd be great for me just to audition for it because it's a scary role. They're casting other parts too."

"What is this play, anyway?" asked Ray. I was suddenly aware that he was looking me in the eyes. Here I was, naked on his bed, and he was looking me in the eyes without even having to force himself.

'Very good, Jennifer, very good,' I thought. Smiling, I said, "It's a very sexy play about Eric Clapton and George Harrison. It's called 'Layla.' Are you familiar with the story?"

"I know who Eric Clapton is, and I know the song 'Layla.' That's about it. I don't really know the words."

"What about you, Mister Guitar Player?" I asked J.T.

For as long as I'd known J.T. he was always in rock bands, playing guitar. I guess that was just one more reason so many of the sluts around this place drooled over him so much. In fact, come to think of it, J.T.'s band beat Dirk's in some "Battle of the Bands" competition back in high school. It suddenly dawned on me that Dirk was also a guitar player. Between his football stardom, his guitar player status and that big cock of his, no wonder girls were leaving their wet panties on his face!

"Yeah, I know the story," J.T. said. "We covered a few Clapton songs. We used to do the first part of 'Layla' all the time. Layla was George Harrison's wife, and—"

"Who's George Harrison again?" interrupted Ray.

J.T. laughed, "He was in The Beatles, you retard!"

"Excuuuuuuuse me! I'm eighteen-fucking-years-old! How am I supposed to know who was in The Beatles? They had John Lennon and Mick Jagger, right?"

"You're cute, Ray, but you're completely hopeless!" I giggled, grabbing his pillow to smother his face. We battled for a few minutes, and what a trip that was, wrestling naked in front of my boyfriend with his roommate. Finally I let up on poor Ray, who wasn't exactly fighting very hard anyway, I noticed. He pulled me close, and we just lay together, my head on his chest. He even put his arm around me. Nothing sexual, just warm and friendly. It was really nice.

"Okay, whatever. Continue," Ray said to J.T. Ray was looking up at the ceiling, and I snuck a glance over at J.T. Haaa! He was fully hard! He was totally getting off on seeing me naked with his roommate!

Gesturing with my eyes, I pointed out his obvious hard-on. Grinning sheepishly, he just shrugged and gave me a look that pretty much said, "What do you want me to say? Fine, I'm excited. So?"

I sucked on my finger for him, simulating a blowjob, and he groaned.

Again...awesome!

"So...anyway," he continued, holding his pillow over his erection, "George Harrison was the guitarist for The Beatles, and his wife was named Layla. Harrison and Clapton were best friends. Clapton helped Harrison with 'While My Guitar Gently Weeps,' and Harrison gave Clapton 'Badge.' 'Layla' is about Clapton falling in love with and wanting to steal Layla from his best friend, which he ultimately did. The crazy thing is Clapton and Harrison still remained friends. Clapton had a serious heroin addiction at the time of the 'Layla' recording sessions, and Harrison was one of the people who helped him beat his addiction."

"Okay," said Ray, looking at me. "You're gonna be Layla?"

"That's the idea. It's a good thing Layla never was in the band because I can't sing or play an instrument. This will be a weird play, since it's part musical, part real-life erotic fable. The hook, the thing the producers and director think will draw people, is the Clapton-Harrison musical angle. There are going to be live song performances. Someone's got to play Clapton, and someone's got to play Harrison, and I know the Clapton character is going to be playing real guitar with a live band, like it's Derek and the Dominoes. He's got to be able to sing like Clapton, and at least look a little like him too. The hard part for me is this will be a seriously erotic play. There's real nudity, and a lot of simulated sex. According to Professor Keener, this play is going to be a very big deal. The Clapton part is the starring role, obviously, but the girl who gets the Layla role will still receive tons of notoriety."

"I believe the word was 'exposure,' not 'notoriety,'" laughed Ray. "Man, they weren't kidding with that, were they? So just how much 'real nudity' and 'simulated sex' are we talking here? You don't mean X-rated, do you?"

"No, I don't think so. I know there are such things as X-rated live theater, but I don't think this one quite goes that far. It's supposed to be simulated sex, whatever that means. Nudity-wise, I'm pretty sure it will at least involve topless scenes for me. I'm not sure about fully nude. Full-frontal nude might be a bit much to ask of the poor guy!"

"So you're going to do it? You've already decided?" grinned J.T., suddenly seeming to become quite enthusiastic about the whole thing once he heard about all the nudity and sex stuff! Jeez, what a horndog!

"Yeah, I have," I said, giggling over his excited expression. "I haven't told Professor Keener yet, but I will when I see him in class. He said he'd set up the audition for me with Katherine once I give him the okay. I agree with him, this would be good for me to try. In the meantime it looks like you guys will reap the benefits, since I need to practice being less self-conscious about my 'performances.' So, J.T., you'll probably end up getting your wish.''

''My wish? What's my wish?''

''Fucking me in front of your roommate."

Poor Ray, he about swallowed his own head. God, I was learning to love this new power.

I spent the rest of the morning naked with my two guys. I learned that while it was important in terms of my acting to become comfortable in my own skin, being completely nude all the time isn't nearly as exciting or titillating to guys as when I'm only partially exposed. Or partially covered. Whatever. The point being, the guys soon got used to my nudity. I noticed however that they'd stay excited every time I wore skimpy, revealing clothes. If there was a chance that I might pop out of my top, or maybe they could get a peek up my skirt, it actually was more of a consistent turn-on for them than having me totally naked.

Later that night Ray was out again, and J.T. was working on some homework. I was feeling bored, and still a bit mischievous, so I threw on my tiniest nylon short-shorts and a tight, belly baring spaghetti-strap tank top. No panties or bra.

I was beginning to doubt that I'd ever wear a bra again, and the only reason I could think of to keep wearing panties would be for the same reason it's sometimes sexier to be partially clothed than fully naked. There might be times when it could be hotter to give someone an upskirt peek at my panties, as opposed to a full-on beaver shot. Then again, they're both upskirt shots, so maybe the analogy isn't valid. I don't think anybody is ever going to get bored with upskirt pussy shots!

So, yeah, most of the time I'm probably going to be naked beneath whatever I'm wearing.

I'd already talked to Professor Keener. He was delighted when I told him that I wanted to audition for the play. He said he'd set it up right away. We both laughed when I suggested my boyfriend for the part of George Harrison. I'm sure J.T. would rather play Eric Clapton, but he sure looked a whole lot more like George Harrison. Besides, he really doesn't have all that much acting experience. The Clapton role would likely be way too much to entrust to someone who'd only ever acted in "West Side Story" once in his life, in eleventh grade.

We laughed about it, but he said to bring him along anyway. "It might be fun, and he really ought to see what his girlfriend is getting herself into!"

So like I said, it was late at night, and even though I was excited about what was coming up in my life, I was bored that particular evening. I told J.T. I would be back in a bit, as I wanted to give him some quiet time to study. He said he appreciated it, then he looked at my outfit. He smacked my bare ass, most of which was showing in my obscenely tiny shorts. "Whoa, look at you! You're going out dressed like that?"

"No, not 'out.' I'm just going to crash in the game room and maybe watch TV for awhile. I'll be back in a little while."

"Okay, sweetie. Thanks. By the way, I think your boobs are getting bigger!"

Grinning, I jiggled my tits for him, then I cupped them. I was sort of measuring my boobs, weighing them. Hmmm. They did look really big.

Cool!

When I pulled up my shirt to flash him my naked breasts, we both laughed. He said, "You're getting to be a total flirt, you know that?"

"Maybe, but I've still got a long way to go before I'll be anywhere near as bad as you," I said, smiling sweetly.

Squeezing my ass with both hands, he pulled my shorts up even higher. "No panties either?" he grinned.

I gave him a sly smile. "No panties either. Just my naked bottom beneath these tiny shorts."

So what'd he do? With a playful growl, he leaned over and chomped down on my bare ass!

"Owww! Hey! That's gonna leave a big bite mark!" I said, laughing.

"So? It'll be your fault if anyone sees it. Are you planning on showing off that much of your ass in the game room?" He was laughing too, big time.

"Girlfriend abuser!" I giggled, rubbing the bite mark. Grinning, I slipped the shorts off and wriggled my bare bottom in his face. ''Maybe I'll just go like this? I bet you'd love that!'' When he made a move to give me another chomp, I jumped forward and quickly pulled my tiny shorts back on. Tugging them all the way up into my crack, I turned those things into a thong. "You know what? I should show people my ass, the same way your slutty fuck-toy girlfriends always do! You know what else? I think I will! Catch you later, sweetie!" I giggled again, strutting my bare ass right out the door.

Except for two mousy girls who were studying together over at the kitchen table, the game room was empty and silent when I got there. Plopping myself down into the beat up old love seat, I sat sideways across the chair. With my back to one armrest, my legs draped over the other, I settled in to read my trashy little vampire novel.

I was just beginning to drift off when I felt the air in the room change. Opening my eyes, I saw Dirk sitting down on the sofa directly adjacent to me.

"Will it disturb your reading if I watch some TV? I'd watch it in my room except our cable is all jacked up right now," he smiled.

Setting down my book, I returned his smile. "Not at all. I'm surprised, though."

"About what?"

I smirked. "Is your watch broken?"

Looking down to check it, he realized he wasn't wearing one. "Huh?" he asked, confused.

"It's almost 1:00 a.m. The train that comes rumbling through my walls each night usually arrives right about now."

"Train?" he repeated, even more confused. Getting up from the couch, he looked out the window to see if our dorm was located near any train tracks.

Trying to be somewhat gentle, I said, "Okay, I see it's definitely not your witty repartee that draws all the girls to you like bees to honey. The Dirk Train, sweetie. I'm talking about the 1:00 a.m. Dirk Train that keeps me awake most every night." I smiled sweetly, waiting.

When it finally dawned on him what I was talking about, he grinned happily. "Oh, that! Nope, not tonight. Struck out again, I'm afraid. What about you, Jen? What are you doing out here, all by yourself? Did you and that dork J.T. have another fight?"

"You can hear those?" I asked, embarrassed.

"Now who's being a dummy? Sound travels in both directions, Jen. If you can hear what goes on in my room, don't you figure I can probably hear what goes on in yours?"

I'd never even considered that, actually. I just knew we weren't loud like Dirk and his women.

As I mulled it over, he returned to his spot on the couch. After studying me for a few moments, he gave me a little smile. "You're not the same Jen I always had such a huge crush on back in high school."

Oh, fuck. Dirk had a crush on me? Swear to god, I never knew.

"What do you mean? How am I different now?" I asked, nervously swinging a knee open and closed.

Even as I began to ask him that, I realized the absurdity of it. My legs were bare and propped up on the loveseat, my excited nipples were poking through my skintight tank top, and my ass was almost fully exposed. It was 1:00 a.m., and I was hanging out in a college dorm, flirting with the very Fuck Demon who'd invaded all my thoughts over the past few weeks.

Yeah, this was just a wee bit different.

My eighteen-year-old incubus smiled again. "Well, like I said, it's not as if I can't hear you too through these thin walls, and it sure sounds to me like you're not the same shy, inhibited little Jen who'd barely even gotten to second base. Besides, damn, just look at you. You never used to dress this hot. Don't get me wrong, you were the most gorgeous girl in our whole school, but you were always so...god, how should I say this? I mean you were so—"

"Boring," I said, finishing it for him.

"I wasn't going to say boring. Maybe just...young? Yeah, that's what it was. You always seemed so young and inexperienced. You were still totally gorgeous, though.'' Grinning, he added, ''And it looks like you've already grown up quite a bit since we started college."

"Well, thank you for sugarcoating it, anyway. That's sweet of you. What about you, though? Seriously! When did you become the world's greatest stud? I mean, okay, I'll admit it, I always thought you were insanely hot. Big deal. You knew every girl in school was drooling over you. Now? Jesus, Dirk. You're fucking a different wild slut practically every night!"

I could not believe I just blurted all that out. Swear to god, I about died.

I would've died with a very wet pussy though, I noticed. I subtly rubbed my thighs together to double-check. Yep. My slit was drenched. I just hoped I wasn't forming a huge wet spot in my barely-there shorts. My legs and pussy were pointed right at him, so he'd surely see it.

The two mousy girls got up and left the room together, leaving me and my rapidly moistening sex alone with Dirk. Holy fuck.

"Well, what else am I supposed to do?" he smiled, continuing on. "The girl I always wanted never gave me the time of day."

I was about to ask him who, when his piercing stare broke it down for me.

I think my pussy literally went into spasms. I had to be soaking right through my shorts. Christ, I could totally smell my cum.

Still, I steeled my nerves and pressed onward. "Me? I'm the girl you always wanted? Since when? You never even talked to me before. You've been busy fucking every girl I know, and not once did you ever come up to me and say, 'Hi, Jen. You look nice today. Let's see if we can fit you into my busy schedule, and I'll fuck you next.' Nothing. All that time we practiced across from each other on the same football field; all those bus rides to away games together; all those classes we shared, and even the plays we were in together...nothing. Not a peep from you. I didn't even think you knew I was alive. What, were you going to fuck every last girl in the world before you even said hello to me? What if I hadn't come out here tonight?"

"I would've talked to you, Jen."

I was really becoming flustered. I just blurted out, "How? When? The only reason I came out here tonight was because of last night, and—"

'Goddammit!' I screamed inside my head. I knew I'd royally screwed up. Sure enough...

"Last night? What about last night?" he grinned.

I was hoping he might've figured I was only referring to the noises he'd been making with that girl, but I think he suspected there was something more.

"I just thought maybe you might be out here tonight," I said, lamely.

"So you were hoping to see me," he added, his countenance rising. Panning up my legs and over my bare stomach, his hungry gaze came to rest on my aching breasts. I felt naked, and regretted that I wasn't. I wanted to take off my clothes, and I really wanted to suck his cock.

"Umm, yes, I was," I answered meekly.

Without even meaning to, I let my legs fall open. Risking a quick glance down, I saw that I had a very noticeable wet spot, and one of my pink lips was showing! In addition to giving me the most obvious camel toe ever, my tiny shorts weren't even covering my whole pussy!

I didn't know whether he saw it or not, but I quickly closed my legs. When I looked up at him again, he smiled knowingly.

Yes, he definitely saw. Of course he did. He's a guy. There was no way he wasn't going to look. He saw my wet pussy, and he had to know I was wet because of him. He also had to think I came out there just to show him my pussy! Fuck! Suddenly, though, it hit me! A face-saving way out!

Before I even considered the possible ramifications, I jumped on it...

"Dirk, I was hoping to catch you out here to ask if maybe you'd want to try out with me for a play?"

Okay, that sure slowed him down. 'Good job, Jen! Stick to your story, and you'll survive this night yet!' I thought.

"A play?" he asked, clearly dubious. "You came out here to invite me to join you in a play? You mean like in high school? 'Guys and Dolls,' stuff like that?"

I pulled out the flyer, which I'd been using as my book mark. Handing it to him, I watched as he read it. When he was finished, I said, "My drama teacher is recommending me to the director for the lead role. It's not just any old play, either. We're talking an actual Broadway show here. Okay, it's Off Broadway, but it's still a professional production, with real pay and a six-week run. I just thought you might want to get in on it too."

"Do you even know what the play is about?"

I spent the next ten minutes telling him everything. I told him about my family, and their history with both the director and the professor. Dirk was reticent at first, but he was obviously warming up to the idea once he realized this wasn't just some big joke.

"Now hold on a second," he finally said. "You mean to tell me that there's going to be full-on nudity before a live audience, and that you and I will be naked together, performing simulated sex? And your dork of a boyfriend is trying out for this thing too?"

Realizing I hadn't even mentioned that part yet to J.T., I couldn't help but laugh. "Well, I'm sure he'll at least want to try out. I know he'll want the Clapton role, but I just can't see it."

"Neither can I," he chuckled. "J.T. can't do Clapton to save his life. He could play the songs decently enough, but he used to sound horrible when he tried to sing Clapton songs. Fuck it. If he's trying out, then so am I. You do realize, though, that seeing me there will piss him off to no end, right?"

"Why?"

"Jen, you really don't know about J.T. and me?"

"I know he wasn't thrilled when he found out you were going to be his neighbor here, but that's about it."

"Jen, look, let me be straight with you. J.T. hates me. He always has. During our junior year I stole his girlfriend from him, or at least that's what he says. The truth is he never really had that girl. Once she and I hooked up, she didn't want anything more to do with him. Then I beat him out for the starting position on the football team. After that, he quit. That's why it was such a huge deal to him when his group won that 'Battle of the Bands' competition. He figured he'd finally beaten me at something.

"You think I don't notice you? You think I haven't been paying attention to you? Jen, why do you think J.T. and I are neighbors now? You know he was here long before I was, right?"

"Yeah, your room was empty when he first moved in. The first month I used to come here, we actually had some peace and quiet at night!"

He laughed good-naturedly. "Yeah, whatever. Here's the thing, though. I'm friends with the rooming committee here. Or, rather, my older brother is. He pulled some strings to get me assigned to that room."

"He did? Why? If you hate J.T. so much, why would you do that?"

"Jen, you're not listening to me. I don't hate J.T. I think he's kind of a dork, and I'm jealous as fuck that he has you, but I don't hate him. He hates me. There's a difference."

"Okay, fine. Still, why go out of your way to move next to someone who hates you?"

"Why do you think, Jen?"

He wasn't smiling. In fact, he was staring a hole right through my brain. I couldn't wrap my head around it, so finally he just said it. "You, Jen. It was all you. I pulled some strings to put myself here, knowing I'd be your neighbor. If I was next door to J.T., of course you and I would eventually run into each other. Voila. Here we are, and it's not high school anymore. There are no parents, curfews or chaperones, and our sweet little Jen is all grown up now. Pretty brilliant plan, don't you think?"

"You're saying you did all this just to be with me? Dirk, I don't get it. If you wanted me that badly, why didn't you ever say anything? You had a million opportunities to let me know. God, why didn't you just take me? You took everyone else!''

''Because I was an idiot, that's why. You're Jennifer Crawford, the straight-A student, the perfect cheerleader, the amazing actress...the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I was afraid you'd shoot me down.''

''Dirk, I don't know what to say. I'm not even sure I believe you, knowing the way you manipulate girls into your bed, but even if I did, I just don't know what to say."

"Is your audition offer still good? Can you say that?"

"Yes, I can say my offer is still good, you goof. I have no idea if we'll get the parts, but I think you should audition too. You'd be great as Clapton, even though it would absolutely kill J.T. to see you land that role.''

"Especially since that'd mean you and I would be getting naked together and having sex on stage every night," he grinned.

"We'll be getting naked together and having 'simulated' sex on stage every night," I said, playfully correcting him. "Simulated. We won't actually be fucking or whatever. You'll still have to call up all your other little sluts for that."

"Other little sluts? So are you saying you're a little slut too?" he smiled.

Oh yes, he was definitely enjoying our little game as much as I was.

"Maybe I am," I said, returning his smile with what I hoped was a really sexy grin. "Even you said I'm all grown up now. If you weren't so busy fucking anything with a pulse, you might've discovered there's a lot more to your sweet little Jen than you ever imagined."

"Yeah, whatever," he laughed. "This is perfect. I'm in. I'll definitely audition with you. By the way, just how nude will we be, and are we going to have to get naked even for the auditions?"

"Professor Keener told me there won't be any nudity during the auditions. He did recommend that I at least wear something to show off my figure, so Katherine and the producers will know that I'll look good in the nude. The only thing he said was that I'd have to let them know if I had any big scars, tattoos or anything else that would look bad on stage. I told him, 'Other than my piercings, no.' He was glad about that. He said I should be fine then."

Even though I already knew the answer, I grinned and asked anyway. "So what about you, Mister Sexy? Anything weird about your body that they would need to know?"

Giving him a flirty smile, I was thinking to myself that they probably wouldn't consider his big, gorgeous cock to be a problem.

"Nope, I'm good," he said, smugly returning my smile. "Jen, you never answered my other question. Just how nude are we going to be on stage? Will I get to see what's inside those awesome little shorts of yours, or will I only get to see what's hiding beneath that incredible top?"

"Only?" I grinned, feigning offense.

"You know what I mean," he said, openly leering at my tits.

Laughing, I cupped and shook them for his benefit.

"You know you have incredible breasts, Jen. You know it, I know it, and you know I know it. Seeing your tits would be more than enough reason to try out for this play. Fuck, girl, seeing your tits would be more than enough reason to cut off my right arm. You know how awesome they are, but still...there's all the rest of you."

I was flying.

Wanting to tease him, I squeezed my breasts and smiled. "I really don't know how much nudity there'll be, or how much sex either, but I'll go as far as they want. If we play our cards right, who knows, maybe they'll have you ravaging these every night."

I lifted my shirt to the bottom of my tits...over the rounded cups...higher...until he was staring at my bare nipples.

"And this too," I added, spreading my legs and subtly tracing a finger across my growing wet spot. Tugging aside the narrow strip of nylon that was only barely covering my drenched slit, I showed him my naked pussy. Subtly caressing my soft, glistening lips, I gave him my hottest, most seductive grin. "Who knows what you might get?"

"I know what I hope I get," he said, with a wicked leer.

"Let me guess," I smirked, rising from the loveseat and making ready to leave. With my tiny shorts thoroughly wedged into my bare ass and my top still resting above my naked breasts, I slowly strutted away, swaying my hips with every feline step.

I wanted that to be the final, lasting vision of me he'd take with him to bed.

Deciding to shoot for the moon, I turned back to him with a seductive smile. "My guess is you want to wake up to the scent and taste of my hot pussy, with my wet panties draped over your face...just like you did last night."

Stunned, he simply stared.

"There's just one problem, though," I continued, grinning as I offered my parting shot. "I'm not wearing any panties, but you already know that, don't you? I'd give you these tiny shorts, except I'd hate to have to explain to J.T. why his innocent little girlfriend is returning from the game room completely naked, with a dripping wet pussy."

The look on his face was priceless.

"See you at the audition, Dirk."

~to be continued~

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