Seduced In College (Campus Dorm Room School student One Night Stand Erotica Girl Romance Sex Stories series) (11 page)

Am I a mystery to Jack?  Well, so far, he knows quite
a bit about me already.  At least, he knows I’m a college student. 
My parents have money but I don’t.  And I’m running away for some reason.

Do I want Jack to know more about me?  Probably
not. 

“So tell me something about yourself,” Jack says.

“Come on, Jack, we are not in a job interview.”

“Okay, let’s say…” He thinks for a while. “What do you
learn?”

“You mean, my major?”

“Whatever.”

“Okay, I study psychology.”

“Interesting,” Jack says.  “Tell me what’s on my mind
now.”

“Jack, I’m not psychic, okay?”

“So… what do you do?”

“We study people.”

“Oh, I know that.”

“You know?” I don’t think he really knows.

“I watched a talk show and see a bunch of weirdoes.”

“Weirdoes?  What do you mean?”

“Some big, superstar psychics.”

“Psychologists.”

“Psychologists.  Fine.  Okay, they interview
people with those questions.  Like how often do you make phone calls, who
do you talk to, and how long do you talk for each call.”

“These are good questions.  Aren’t they?”

“Sure, they are.  But then the psychics, sorry, the
psychologists, relate the answers to the sexual behaviors of those
people.  Don’t you think this is weird?  How often people have sex
and with whom?  This is so gross to make the connection between phone
calls and sex.”

“That’s entertainment, Jack.”

“Don’t get me wrong, Emilie.  I’m not saying every
psychologist is that bad.”

“What else do you know about psychologists?” I’m really
curious now.

“Oh, they make good money.  They talk to people and
charge a lot.  Are you going to be a psychologist?”

“I’m not sure yet.  The way it goes, I’m going to be
a professional waitress,” I’m actually teasing myself.

“Well, you never know what’s going to happen.  The
life is full of surprises.”

My iPhone beeps.  I smile at Jack.  See, the
life
is
full of surprise.

It’s a text message from Kate, my bestie since high
school.  She is in the same college but studies law.  She wants to
become a lawyer “because you make money, judge people, and are
respected.”  Smart girl. 

“Your mother again?” asks Jack.

“No, it’s Kate, my bestie.”

“Is she studying psychology, too?”

“No.  She wants to be a lawyer.”

“Wow, that’s hot.  But that shit is hard.”

“Sure it is.  She’s doing pretty well.”

“What did she say?”

I show Jack the text message: “Where IS the girl?”

“Tell her you are with a hot guy,” Jack teases.

I grind my teeth.  Jack shuts up.  I text back,
“I’m around.”

“Sure?” a new message comes right away.

“Positive.”

“Join us for the party tonight?”

“Sorry, I can’t.”

“Let me know when you are back.”

“Sure.”

“Look, kid, you are going to get in trouble soon.”

“Why?”

“Because all your friends are going to look for you. 
Then the college.  And then someone else.”

“Who’s the ‘someone’?”

“Your mother, for example.”

He is right.  But I can’t do anything now.  I
need to get to Miami first.  Then I have to find a job quickly.  The
small amount of cash I have may last for three days or four.  If I stay
outside for the night, it may last two or three more days.  Then
what?  I didn’t really think about it. 

When we get close to North Carolina, Jack becomes really
tired.  He breathes heavily, twists his arms, and shakes his head. 

“Jack, should we take a break?”

“I’m okay.”  But he looks really frustrated.

“How about I drive for a while?”

“You?  Heck no.”

This really hurts.  I close my eyes. 
Whatever.

“Hey, kid, talk to me,” Jack says after a short while.

“I’m not a kid.  And I don’t want to talk now.”

“Please, Emilie.  Young lady, okay?”

“What do you want to talk about?  Your stubbornness?”

“Come on, Emilie.  Let’s be nice to each other.”

“Someone is not nice.”

“I apologize, okay?”

“Too late.” I’m still angry.

“Come on, Emilie.  Please,” He gives me a huge
smile.  “Talk.”

Okay, you asked for it, Jack.
  “Were you a
spoiled child?” I ask.

“Me?  No way.  Why?”

“Because you always want your way.”

“You are talking about the good food, fine clothing, and
doing whatever you want, right?  My parents fought all the time; swearing,
pushing, and kicking.  My dad passed away when I was five, then my mom
when I was eight.  I had to find ways to survive by that time.  I had
shit but nothing else.  Man, that was tough.”

“I’m sorry, Jack.  I didn’t know you suffered so
much.”

“But, hey, look at me now.  I get what I want. 
All the shit can drag you down.  But it can push you up, too.”

“Jack, you are wonderful.”

“I guess I’m lucky.  How about you, young lady? 
Don’t tell me you are not a spoiled child.”

“Well, my parents gave me money, for sure.  But they
didn’t give me love.”

“They didn’t?” Jack shakes his head.  “What kind of
parents.”

“They are always busy with something.”

“Really?  I thought they had many people working for
them.”

“They do.  But they are still busy.  Always
busy,” I really don’t want to get into the embarrassing details.

“So, that’s why you want to prove you can survive on your
own, huh?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you like kids?”  Jack switches the topic.

“Me?  I like to play with them…  Yes, I do.”

“Do you like to have kids when you get married?” he asks
again.

My face flushes.  I never thought that far yet. 
“Well, I don’t know.  But I will treat my kids well, for sure.  How
about you, Jack?”

“I want to have many kids.  I want to be the best
Dad.”

“How many?”

“Hmmm,” Jack thought for a while. “Twenty,” Then he adds
quickly, “I will buy a big van.”

“That’s only good for six kids.”

“A school bus.”

We laugh really loud.

I look at him.  I feel really good.  Is this
affection?  I don’t know.

He looks at me, too. 

“Jack, why do you look at me like that?” my cheeks turn
red.

“Hey, why do
you
look at me like that?” His eye
balls almost pop out.

He turns back to focus on the road with full energy.

10:30.  Florence, South Carolina. 

We exit the highway and hit the Lucas Street.  We see
a sign that says
The
Country Inn
.

“Let’s check it out,” Jack says.  He pulls the car to
the parking lot.  “Wait here.”  He rushes into the lobby.

I really hope he can find two rooms for us.  I
definitely need a hot shower and a good sleep.  But I worry how much a
room in this fancy hotel would cost me.  Probably over a hundred
bucks?  I’ve been in many fine hotels and know the price range for sure.

Jack walks out quickly.  “Let’s go.  I got a
room.”

“Alright,” I say, getting out of the car.  Then I sit
down again.  “Jack, did you say
one
room?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you think we should get two rooms?”

“Sure, if you want to pay a hundred and seventeen bucks,”
he says.  “Plus tax,” he adds quickly.

“But,” I’m trying to explain.

“Don’t worry.  They have two beds.”

“I know that.  But we barely know each other.”

“So you think I may hurt you, huh?” He continues before I
can explain, “You can lock me in the closet.”

“Jack, this is not a joke.  Can you please promise
not to do anything to me and you fully respect my privacy?”

“I promise.  Come on, let’s go.”

I grab my duffle bag and get out of the car. 

“They gave me a family discount,” Jack grins like he won
the lottery.

“But we are not a family.”

“Shhh,” he put his finger at his lips.

We take the elevator to the third floor.  Jack gives
me a card.  I push the card into the door slot.  A green light
shows.  Jack pushes the door.  It opens.

The room is dark.  Jack searches for the switches on
the wall.  Soon, the lights are on. 

The room is pretty neat.  At the door, there is a
desk and a sofa.  Two queen-size beds occupy most of the room. 

Jack grabs the TV remote and sits on the bed near the
window.  Then, he begins to switch channels real quick.

“Jack, I need to take a shower.”

“Take your time.”

I walk to the bathroom and see the coffee machine. 
Good.
 
“Jack, mind making a coffee?”

“No problem,” he jumps up.

I walk into the shower and lock the door.  Soon, I
smell the coffee brewing.

I take off all my clothes. 
Freedom!
  I
have been wearing the same clothing for two days.  They don’t feel
good.  Nor they smell good.

I wash my hair carefully.  They are long and are all
mingled together. 

The hot water runs down from the shower.  Soon, the
whole room becomes steamy.

Maybe I should try a bath? 
This is really
tempting.  But I know Jack needs a hot shower, too.  I can’t keep him
waiting forever.

My whole body is now covered with bubbles.  Every
inch of my skin feels so smooth.  I let the hot water run down my
head.  Like always, I quickly begin to think about many things.

Then everything that happened on the road flushes through
my mind. 
Funny.  What if we really have twenty kids?  Do we
really need a school bus?  If so, we will have to buy a house with a long
drive way.
 

My kids go to school and tell their besties, “Did you
know my dad is awesome?  He was a murder suspect but he got away with
it.”  And then, “My mom is excellent, too.  She ran away from my
grandparents to marry my dad.”

Funny, Emilie.  This is impossible.
 
We?  Me and Jack?  We barely know each other.  We are strangers
to each other, seriously.  There is
no way
we are going to have
twenty kids.

Do I have the “feeling” with Jack?  I don’t
know.  But I do feel good being with him.

Emilie, be realistic.  Nothing is going to happen.
 The reality is, tomorrow, we are going to be in Miami.  What
happened in New York will happen again: We are going to go our own ways. 
This time, unfortunately, there won’t be another surprise for us to get
together again—unless he can give me a ride to Cuba, which is absolutely,
totally impossible.

I turn off the shower and step out of the bathtub. 
The water is dripping down my body all over.  I grab a towel to wipe my
body.  It gets soaked.  I toss it to the floor and then grab another
one.

I put on my bra and panties.  What else should I
wear?  My bathrobe?  I don’t think that’s appropriate.  So my
next option is to wear my jeans and jacket. 
In a hotel room?
 I
shake my head.  I think for a while and then put on my bathrobe. 
Now
what?

“That’s bullshit!” I hear Jack talking outside.  “No
way!  I’m not coming back now…  Listen, this is what I have to do…
Yeah?  So?  I will come back…  But that’s after this… No, no,
listen…”

He is talking about his runaway on the phone. 
Whatever, I don’t care.  All I need is to sneak into my bed.  Once I
get under the blanket, I’m safe.  He is arguing with someone.  He is
not paying attention to anything else.  It takes only a few seconds to
dash to my bed.  I can do it.

I love my plan. 
Smart girl, Emilie.
  I
really want to give myself a big kiss.

I open the door and run.  I bump into his body right
away.

Jack is putting the iPhone back to his pocket.  “Holy
smoke,” Jack’s eyeballs almost drop out.  “You are hot.”

“Jack, you promised not to do anything to me,” I remind
him, rushing to my bed.

“Come on, I didn’t do a thing.  You hit me,
okay?”  He checks his body with both hands. “Ouch, look, I was hit here…
and here.  They really hurt.  Are my bones broken?  I believe
so.”

I cover my body with the blanket and look at him.  He
is a good actor, I believe.  “Jack, why don’t you bring me a coffee and
then take a hot shower?  That will cure your broken bones.”

“Thank you, Doc,” he drags one leg and struggles to the coffee
machine.  “Sugar and cream?”

“Black.”

“Okay.” He comes back quickly.  “Enjoy!  And
thanks for hurting me.”

“No problem.  Any time.”  I sip my coffee. 

Jack comes out five minutes later.  The water drips
down his face.

“That was quick.”

“Sure it is.” He opens the fridge. “Wow… Want a chocolate
bar?”

“I’m full.”  We had a big dinner about an hour ago.

“Drinks?”

“Nope.”

He grabs something and jumps into his bed.  “Oh, I’m
so tired.”  He takes a big bite of the chocolate bar.

I’m really tired, too.  I close my eyes.  
Soon, I fall asleep.

I open my eyes—my iPhone wakes me up.