Jourdan Mathews has a secret, and she knows she needs to take this one to the grave.
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Her life was never complicated: a college student with a close family, good friends, and a plan for her future as a doctor. Had that night had never happened...
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"The prospects are looking pretty bleak tonight," Wyatt mutters, scanning the bar for a third time and still seeming to be unsatisfied with the female population here. The majority are sorority girls, each one a carbon copy of the next: bleached hair, white sneakers, jeans, and some sort of low cut top. We're seated in a booth, in perfect view of everyone coming and going from the place, and also just a few feet away from where Jourdan and her friends are sitting.
"Well, you won't know if you never give anyone a chance to stick around bro," Lars tells him. "Need I remind you that you're the worst of all of us when it comes to the ladies."
"I am not." Wyatt responds curtly, shaking his head but I give him a look. Deep down he knows it's true. He's like a brother to me, but I still wouldn't trust him with any of the girls in our group let alone my own sister. Though, I suppose it could be argued that Justin feels the same way about me with Jourdan.
Unfortunately for him though, that ship might have sailed based on the way she keeps glancing over her shoulder from across the bar to look at me and the filthy things she'd been texting me all night.
When she and her friends first got here, I could tell something serious was being discussed between all of them, especially as she, Bex and Andee had waved to us just when one of their friends looked like she'd started crying.
Then Bex and Andee eventually came up to our table, explaining that their friend, Tillie, is having some relationship issues and that they'd come hang out with us as soon as she wasn't a sobbing mess. We'd been more than fine with that, seeing as that wasn't something any of us wanted to insert ourselves into. So we reassured them to take their time and collectively decided to give them a few minutes to calm their friend down and finish our drinks.
I lift my rum and coke to my mouth again, taking a long sip as I continue to watch Jourdan. Wyatt and Lars chat about girls or some other bullshit, but I'm completely tuned out, all my attention is on her and that dress she's wearing tonight.
It's open in the back, revealing the expanse of her soft, pale skin there. Her long blonde hair cascades around her too, swaying gently as she moves her head while talking with her friends. She looks almost too good tonight, good enough that I know there's a semi pressing at the zipper of my jeans and that it probably won't go away as long as she's in front of me.
I smirk as I think of her message from a few minutes ago, teasing me and telling me that she'd like to sit on my face. Whether she meant it or not, she has no idea how badly I'd like to make that suggestion a reality. Just the idea of getting to run my tongue along the length of her pussy, tasting her, has my hand tightening around the glass I'm holding, knuckles nearly white as I try to control my breathing.
She's playing with me, I know she is, the smile on her face when she blew me that kiss indicated to me that she's enjoying this new thing between us, the anticipation, the build up, the possibility in the air tonight that made me hope she might finally give me a chance.
