This story is the fifth in the Jen and Jason series, which covers the relationship of two college seniors. It would be useful to read part 4 before this one.
Crutches (First time)
Booty Call (NC/Reluctance, and currently highly rated!)
Ride Home (Exhibitionist & Voyeur)
One Night, Two Parties (Erotic Couplings)
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Jen awoke with a start, disoriented in the darkness. It took her a panicked moment to realize the arm lying across hers was Jason's, and then the memory of the night before bolted into her mind. Jen swallowed a retch as she recalled people leering at her, Jason manipulating her nude body in front of them. She struggled to sit, pushing his arm off of her.
"You okay?" he asked groggily as he woke.
"Yeah, fine," she mumbled, wishing he had remained asleep. "I...need to use the bathroom." Jen started feeling around aimlessly in the dark for her dress.
"I'll go too," he whispered and slipped out of bed. Naturally, he seemed to find pants immediately. "You ready?"
"I can't find my dress."
"Here," he offered, draping his dress shirt over her shoulders, "wear this."
Jen complied quietly, her head down, and allowed Jason to take her hand and lead her into the silent hallway. The house seemed quiet and she detected no one as he opened the bathroom door and allowed her in. Mercifully, the bathroom had a little night light. She slipped in and closed the door behind her, stifling a sob with her hand as she found her way to the toilet.
Jen contemplated her predicament. She was practically naked. She had no idea where she was. She had no car. She didn't know what time it was. She didn't even have her phone with her. The closest thing she had to a friend was the man who had essentially raped her in front of a cheering crowd. A tear escaped as she quickly washed up. She looked at herself in the mirror, a ghost in the dim light, and steeled herself. She would just have to make the best of it, playing along with him until she could get back to the safety of campus. She opened the door, passing Jason as he slipped in. Her eyes looked wistfully down the darkened hallway to the stairway, momentarily entertaining the idea of making a run for it. She heard the toilet flush and shook her head. She was completely trapped.
Jason emerged and took her hand, leading her back into their bedroom. In a quick moment he relieved her of his shirt, and she was too exhausted physically, spiritually and emotionally to object. Moments later he joined her on the bed, also naked, and pulled her into a spooning position.
"You want to take off now or sleep more?" he whispered into her ear.
Jen was too spent to answer and offered only a feeble shrug in response. A wave of revulsion swept over her as she felt his...thing...pressing against her bare bottom. She tried unsuccessfully to move to away from it, but the bed was too small and she gave up. Moments later, she became aware of his peaceful breathing and realized he was asleep. Jen fought a bout of nausea and stared out into the empty blackness with sightless eyes. She felt absolutely filthy and was disgusted with what he had done to her. All she wanted was to get away from him, to get a shower and hide in the safety of her own bed for the rest of her life.
Something soft was stroking her arm. Jen slowly began to awaken, remaining in the state just below alertness. Jason was lightly stroking her arm. She willed herself to stay semi-conscious, unable to face him. A light kiss on the nape of her neck caused her to twitch, eliciting a chuckle from him. She could feel the soft heat of his body enveloping her. She heard him inhale her hair deeply as his fingers gently wandered her body. Worse, she could feel him start to stir against her. Jen refused to allow her mind to wake, remaining limp and somnolent to his advances. Her mind drifted, imagining this was a lover and not Jason, trying to stay calm. He seemed willing to take his time, his hand lingering all over her body. Occasional kisses fell on her neck and shoulders, his soft breath in her ear.
Jason shifted, allowing more access for his hand, and brought his cheek next to hers. She felt the roughness of his stubble press against her as he kissed her sideways. Foolishly, she offered no resistance as he pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it gently, gently rubbing his face against it. She realized her mistake when his hand slipped down her arm and cupped a now defenseless breast, causing her to flinch. Jen tried to stay in her dream state even as her arm fell and essentially trapped his hand on her boob. He was unhurried, gently squeezing her breast. He rose up on an elbow, his other hand stroking her hair, and she felt him growing harder against her.
Jason shifted again, rolling her passive body on to her back. His lips found her neck again, and he began leaving a slow and leisurely trail of kisses down her body. Some kisses were chaste, sometimes he brushed her delicate skin with his stubble, sometimes his tongue slipped out to taste her, causing her to spasm. She turned softly and winced into her knuckle as she tried to stem the rising tide of arousal in her body. A mantra arose in her head,
I don't want this
, repeating over and over to give her strength. His tongue ran up her sternum and Jen couldn't resist a whimper.
His unhurried kisses resumed, falling on the sensitive underside of her breast, moving teasingly at a slow pace. Jen now had her whole knuckle in her mouth, trying desperately to stay silent. Minutes later she felt his hot breath on her hardening nipple.
Oh God
, she heard herself hiss and she arched her back, seeking contact. His lips descended on her breast instead, and she placed a weak hand on his shoulder and shook as his tongue snaked out again. His attention turned to her other breast, his hot breath lingering as she started to squirm, her breathing now clearly audible in the otherwise silent room. His tongue darted out again, leaving a searing line across the bottom of her breast. Jen fought the desire to beg, trying to hold on to the last vestiges of her resistance. Instead, her hand reached down to hold his head and pull him to her.
Jason gave a wicked chuckle and kept his head still, allowing her increasingly desperate hand to struggle uselessly against him. Finally, his hand drifted to hers and pulled it off, placing it back beside her head.
Please
, she whimpered. Suddenly his mouth was completely around her nipple, touching nothing but her breast, as his sucked it up, his devilish tongue staying hidden in his mouth. Both his hands were on her wrists, pinning them to the bed. He slowly lifted up, increasing the vacuum, causing her to arch with him until her breast released with an audible pop.
Jason released her hands and she moved to hold him again, but he slammed them back to the mattress in a clear demand. His hands drifted down to encircle her breasts, cupping them up for his pleasure. His evil tongue began a dance all around her throbbing nipples, coming close but never completing the act. Her entire body shook as his tongue finally flicked her nipple. Seizing it gently between his teeth, he proceeded to flick it with his tongue. Moments later, the finger on his other hand began stimulating her other nipple.
Jen's foot curled around his leg, trying to pull him into her. His mouth detached from her breast and he kissed her again on her ribcage. Moving ever so slowly, he worked his way down to her belly, and then her hip, and then kissed his way to her thigh. Suddenly his hands gripped her behind her knees and lifted them up, opening her most private place to him. His enticing kisses fell on her inner thighs, interspersed with his hot breath between her legs.
The tip of his tongue touched her first, just a teasing attack on her center before his attention returned to her legs. She reached down to hold his head, trying to guide him into place. Her hands pulled uselessly for a few moments before he took possession of them and placed them under her knees, forcing her to hold herself open to him and freeing his hands to roam. His first lick up her slit was as unexpected as it was intense, a quick, firm stroke of his tongue that elicited a yelp from her. His hands found her breasts and took custody of them, followed moments later by his mouth descending on her clit.
His mouth began to work on her as only he could, his evil tongue doing things to her pussy that she couldn't fathom. He inserted a finger into her and began pumping it in and out slowly as he licked her. Her climax arrived suddenly as she came on his face, jaw clenched, trying to hold down her moans. She released her knees and grabbed his hair as he sucked her through her orgasm until finally she could bear no more. She pushed him off and then pulled him up to her. His tongue dove into her mouth and they battled in lust, his erection rubbing slowly on her thigh. She thought he tasted like passion unrestrained, seasoned with her own juices. His kisses fell on her lips, on her eyes, on her cheek, rapid and insistent, and she returned them in kind. Their lips locked and she gave herself to him.
Jen's hands gripped his shoulders, begging him to rise on her, as her legs wrapped around his waist to bring him in. With a swivel of his hips he lined up and mounted her fully, eliciting a soft moan. His motions were slow and deliberate, seemingly out of sync with the fire of their kisses. Jen rocked her body against him, feeding her own arousal, growing more eager with each passing minute.
