Author Note:
This is part of a continuation to my story, At the Party. It's left open ended because I still have a lot of ideas for where I want to take this.
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As always, thank you for reading! I take time to read all of your comments, and I just love this community. Enjoy!
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Jane flopped down on the couch next to Jake. He fidgeted, trying to hide his nerves. Something about her made him uncomfortable. She always seemed to know more than she should, as if she could see all of his insecurities written on his forehead. She was also a loose cannon, notorious in several of his friend groups for her drug use and sexual escapades. He knew she'd been at the party with Emily, and he wouldn't be surprised if she had been there, like a devil in her ear, encouraging his girlfriend to do things she shouldn't.
The worst part about her was how hot she was. As much as Jake hated to admit it, he'd imagined her while having sex with Emily more than once. Her tits always seemed to be aching to get out of whatever tight, lowcut shirt she wore, and her ass was pornstar-round. She had an effect on Jake that he both loved and hated.
Jane sighed, rolling her eyes before reaching for the bong on the coffee table. "God, why is everything so boring lately," she said, taking a hit and coughing a little.
Tyler laughed. Jake didn't like him either. He played second-string tight end for the football team and could pound beers for hours. He had a habit of drinking all of Jake's whenever he was around.
"Pass that here," said Tyler. He bumped the table with his large, muscled thighs as he reached for the bong. Smoke filled the living room when he let out a long rip.
