Being Jane: A New Adult Erotic Romance: Fountain of Love (8 page)

Jane

Telling my mother
the truth had been the worst mistake of my life. I had been dating Nate all
summer and I was tired of sneaking around. Working at the diner gave me some
cover, because I pretended to work a lot more days than I actually did. I
didn’t even know
why
I had to sneak around. I knew in my heart that she
would object to my having a boyfriend, but I couldn’t figure out the reasoning
behind it. Did she expect me to never date a boy? To be a loner for my entire
life? The answer was strangely:
Yes
. But I didn’t know why and I was
sick of it. I had been slowly pushing back on my mother’s rules all summer. Now
I was ready to assert the biggest challenge to her authority yet.

Nate had invited me
to spend a long weekend up at a lake house belonging to Chad’s parents. According
to Nate, it would be a weekend of hanging out, having fun, waterskiing and
soaking in the sun. It was something I had never experienced before. I
desperately wanted to go.

I loved spending
time with Nate and I realized that I was quickly falling for him. I missed him
when I wasn’t with him and thought about him constantly. I wasn’t sure if my
feelings were genuine or if he was just taking me away from all my problems,
but I could no longer imagine my life without him in it.

When I told my
mother what my plan was for the weekend, she went crazy. I braced myself as I
saw her quickly working up into a tizzy.

She spoke to me in
a low, gravelly voice. She was pissed. “Jane, you’re not going anywhere this
weekend. I forbid it.”

I tried to remain
calm, but I felt emotions bubbling up to match hers. “Mom, I’m an adult. It’s
time you stopped babying me.”

She hissed angrily
at me. “We are not discussing this, Jane. This is
final
. If you live
under my roof, you have to live by my rules.”

I walked away from
her and then spent the afternoon crying in my bedroom. When Friday morning came
around, I was already packed to go. I gathered my courage and then headed
downstairs with my bags.

“Goodbye, Mom.
I’ll see you Sunday night.” My stomach was churning with nausea.

My mother was
stunned silent for a moment, but then a look of pure hatred crossed her face. She
barked at me like a rabid dog. “Is that what you want, Jane? To be a slut? To
have sex with men like a filthy whore? If you walk out that door, don’t think
about ever coming back.”

I walked out the
door, her staggeringly cruel insults ringing in my ears. I drove to Nate’s
house with shaking hands, seemingly in a trance. My mother’s brutal accusations
had cut deep.

It was a two hour
drive to the lake house. I spent the time in the Nate’s car worried sick about
my mother. What the fuck? What would happen? Would she really kick me out?

Hundreds of
scenarios ran through my mind. What if she did? What would I do? I could
probably stay with Sabrina for a while. But what if my mom took my car? It was
technically hers. Similar thoughts played out in my head over and over.

Nate had always
been strangely non-curious about my family situation. He knew I had a weird
relationship with my mother, but he never asked me much about it.

Nate smiled at me.
“You’re awfully quiet. Are you excited?”

“I’m having
problems with my mother again.”

Nate shrugged off
my worries. “I’ll help get your problems off your mind. Don’t worry, we’re
going to have fun this weekend.”

He squeezed my
hand and I tried to forget about it.

It wasn’t even
lunchtime yet when we arrived at the lake house, but tons of people were
already there. The party had already started. I looked around in amazement.
“Where is everyone going to sleep?”

Nate just
chuckled. “Wherever they can find a spot.”

Within minutes of
our arrival, Nate had dumped off our bags somewhere in the house and started
mingling. The day flew by. I spent most of my time with some other girls laying
in the sun and watching the guys waterskiing or playing volleyball. That night,
Nate managed to find us an unoccupied couch, because all the beds were taken. I
was disappointed when we didn’t even manage to fool around because he passed
out so quickly. He had been drinking a lot.

The next day
followed much of the same pattern. At around noon, Dusty’s ex-girlfriend,
Michelle, arrived with some friends. At first I was worried, because she
started to hang out with the group of girls that I had latched onto. Gradually,
I relaxed because she didn’t seem like she was paying much attention to me at
all.

I knew that Dusty
was likely to show up at some point. He was Chad’s best friend and this party
was something of an annual tradition. Even though I told myself I wasn’t
looking for him, I was.

Finally, around
mid-afternoon, Dusty arrived. After all this time, my heart still beat faster
whenever I saw him. I know he saw me but he didn’t even bother to say hello. He
avoided me as usual. He paid even less attention to Michelle.

It was early
evening when I stopped surreptitiously dumping my drinks out and started actually
drinking them. Sometimes you just needed to step out of your comfort zone a
little bit. Nate had been checking on me throughout the day, but I hadn’t spent
much time with him. I even decided to grab some food from the barbeque without
him when I hadn’t seen him for a while, because I was getting so hungry.

When he finally
showed up, he was clearly wasted, more than I’d ever seen him before.

“Jane, there you
are. Are you having fun?”

I nodded. “Sure.
Did you have any food yet? It’s starting to get dark. It must be late.”

Nate swatted his
hand. “I’m not hungry. Grab your drink, let’s go hit the hot tub.”

“Why don’t I get
you a plate of food first?”

Nate pulled at my
swimsuit cover-up. “C’mon. Take off that thing you’re wearing and let me see
that sexy bikini.”

I laughed at his
playfulness. I had been so worried when I went shopping for the bathing suits.
They were horribly skimpy and I had felt scandalous trying them on, but they
were fairly modest compared to what some of the other girls were wearing.

Nate grabbed my
hand. “C’mon. Let’s go check out the hot tub.”

I had wanted to
hang out with him all day, so I relented. When we got to the hot tub, I wanted
to turn back. It was already fairly crowded with people, including Dusty on one
end and Michelle at the other.

“Nate, I don’t
think there’s any room left.”

Ace rested his
beer on the ledge. “There’s always room for hot babes. Get over here, Beth.” Beth
squealed as Ace pulled her onto his lap.

Nate climbed in
the hot tub, which didn’t leave me much choice. It seemed like everyone was
watching me as I stripped off my cover up. Someone whistled, but I ignored it.
I climbed in as gracefully as I could and then squeezed in next to Nate. He
pulled me onto his lap and I could feel his hands rubbing my legs under the
water. At least we were finally hanging out together.

My discomfort
started to slowly subside when the normal conversations resumed around us in
the hot tub. Beth was complaining about Ace spilling beer in the hot tub. Some
guy was talking about a massive waterskiing wipe out. I relaxed against Nate
and tried not to look at Dusty who was directly across from me.

A guy I didn’t know
spoke way too loudly. “You’ve got a nice pair of tits, Jane.”

The hot tub grew
silent except for a couple of snickers. My face felt like it was on fire. I
waited for Nate to jump to my defense. Instead, his hand reached up and jiggled
my right breast. “Yeah, she fucking does.”

I pushed Nate’s
hand aside. “Nate, cut it out.” I was mortified.

Even the girls in
the hot tub laughed.

The same guy
called out again. “Let’s see them, Jane. Show us your titties.”

Alarm bells were
going off inside my head. I was really uncomfortable and I didn’t like the
situation I was in. Surely, Nate would back me up?

But Nate was
completely wasted. He laughed with the others. “C’mon, Jane. Show them your
fantastic tits.” It was a side of him that I had never seen before.

I shook my head
and tried to laugh it off. “No, I don’t think so.”

Unfortunately,
that didn’t end it. Michelle, who was sitting next to us, cut in. “C’mon Jane.
Don’t be so prissy. Let’s see those tits.”

There was no way
anyone was going to pressure me into taking off my top. “Sorry, guys. Not
today.”

Michelle took a
huge gulp of beer. “What a way to ruin the party, Jane. You guys want titties?
How about these titties?”

Michelle whipped
off her top and then jiggled her tits to the delight of the hot tub occupants.
My embarrassment grew greater and greater as all the girls in the hot tub
started taking off their tops to the delighted hoots and hollers.

I was to the point
of tears when I saw Nate’s hand reach out and grab Michelle’s breast.
How
could he?
I started to get up. I could only think of escaping at this
point. My humiliation was complete when Nate tugged loose the string holding my
bikini top in place. I tried to cover my chest as my breasts slipped free. I
ignored the cheers and pulled out of Nate’s grasp. No one tried to stop me as I
got out of the tub and found my cover up on the ground. I slipped it on and
stalked away before the tears started falling.

I wanted to be
alone and there was really nowhere to go. I wandered to the front of the
property to get away from the crowd and then over to Nate’s car. It was
unlocked. I climbed inside and hid.

I felt utterly
betrayed by Nate. I tried to justify his behavior, saying that he was really
drunk and I was overreacting. After about an hour, when I realized Nate wasn’t
going to try and find me, I got out of the car. I needed to find him before
things got too out of control between us. I really needed him to make things
all right between us again.

Another hour
later, I hadn’t found him. He wasn’t anywhere outside and no one had seen him
recently. I saw Beth coming out of the house and she didn’t seem obscenely
drunk. I was hesitant to approach her since she was part of the hot tub fiasco,
but I was desperate to find Nate.

“Beth, have you
seen Nate?”

She swung her arms
around as she spoke, spilling her drink everywhere. “Yeah. I was changing out
of my suit and a bunch of them were in the kitchen drinking. I’m pretty sure
Nate was there.”

It was a good
idea. I would search for my bag to change into some clothes and look for Nate
in the house. I found my bag and changed in the bathroom, but didn’t see Nate
anywhere downstairs. Could he be passed out somewhere upstairs?

It never even
occurred to me as I poked around in the bedrooms upstairs that I might find
something that I didn’t want to see. Even though Nate had acted like a drunken
fool and totally humiliated me, I never thought twice that he could be doing
something far worse.

When I walked into
the bedroom and saw Michelle giving Nate a blowjob, my blood ran cold with
shock. All my naiveté was shattered in one harsh moment of shocking discovery.
I
backed away, not able to bear the sight any longer.
I fought to draw air
into my lungs, as I stumbled out of the room and down the hall.

Numbness crowded
my brain. Working on pure instincts, I made my way downstairs. I needed to
flee. Someone called to me as I passed by, but I could barely hear over the
blood pounding through my ears. I needed to keep moving.

It was Dusty. He
caught up to me outside. “Jane, what’s wrong?”

My words sounded
garbled. “Nate. He’s with … someone. I’ve got to go.”

Dusty

As soon as I’d
decided to move to Colorado, I felt a stifling weight lift from my shoulders. I
was tired of moping around town all the time. I felt restless and unsettled.
Colorado offered new exciting possibilities.

Most of my stuff
was already packed. The plan was to spend Saturday night at Chad’s lake house
party and then head home Sunday to finish packing. Sunday night I would have
dinner with my parents to say goodbye, and then leave first thing Monday
morning.

I hadn’t been in
the right mood to go to Chad’s party, but now that I knew I was leaving, my
only goal was to have a good time. I spent most of Saturday out on the lake
skiing. After that, I pushed aside my demons, demons that I suspected had everything
to do with Jane Brown, and focused on having fun. There were tons of attractive
women there. And I knew if I made the slightest effort, I could probably hook
up with one of them.

One last fling
would be like a healing tonic to combat my strange angsty mood. I hadn’t had
sex since I had broken up with Michelle. I wasn’t sure what was wrong with me,
but I had been avoiding women since the breakup. Sex didn’t seem worth the
effort anymore. It had been a real dry spell.

Luckily I felt my
mood changing that night. Things were going well; that is, until the dumb shit
with Jane happened in the hot tub. Everything about that scene bothered me:
that Nate was an inconsiderate jackass of a boyfriend, that Michelle egged it
all on, even that Jane had to make a big fucking deal about taking off her top.
Tits bared in a hot tub didn’t mean anything to me or to anyone else in the hot
tub. But it mattered to Jane, which was highly evident. And fuck it all, the
whole thing had soured my night. I felt tension shrouding me like a black cloud.
What was wrong with me?

I tried to shake
it off fast, to search for a girl willing to help me forget everything. It
looked like I was succeeding. I had a pretty girl hooked and ready to be reeled
in. I was about ready to close the deal.

When Jane stumbled
past me, I instantly knew something terrible had happened to her. She was pale
and shaking, completely shell-shocked, like she’d just seen a ghost.
It
wasn’t my problem
. I wasn’t going to let Jane Brown ruin my night.

I lasted ten seconds
before I took off after her.

“Jane!” I called
out to her just as she slipped out the door, but she was in a complete stupor
and didn’t hear me.

I caught up to her
easily as she seemed to be mindlessly staggering around. “Jane, what’s wrong?”

She said something
about Nate, but it sounded like complete gibberish.
Was she wasted?

“You can’t find
Nate?”

She didn’t answer;
in fact, she just walked away. I stood rooted to the spot for a moment. I
wouldn’t have followed her except that she was walking away from the party and
she was obviously in bad shape. She headed toward the clusterfuck of parked cars.
I ran to catch up to her when I saw her slip inside of Nate’s car. His car was
completely parked in; there was no way she could get out.
Was she too drunk
to notice?

When I reached the
car, I saw Jane slumped against the steering wheel. She jumped when I opened
the door.

“Dusty? What are
you doing here?” She seemed surprised to see me, even though we had spoken only
moments before.

“I’m making sure
you’re not planning on driving anywhere in your condition.”

She sat up. “I’m
not drunk. And besides, I don’t have the keys.”

It was weird that I
almost believed her. “Then what are you doing in here?”

“I’m hiding.”

I didn’t know what
was going on, but Jane was beginning to look more herself and she didn’t seem
nearly as drunk as I thought she was. I had overreacted. I needed to stop
chasing after Jane and get back to the party. “Do you want me to go find Nate
and tell him you’re out here?”

“No!” Her answer
was vehement.

“Are you two
fighting?” It was time to beat a hasty retreat. I wasn’t about to get mixed up
in that shit.

Her face crumpled.
Tears started streaming out of her eyes. “Remember when you told me that Nate was
an ass? Well, you were right.”

I stepped back a
step. “I’m sure you two will work it all out.”

She swatted
angrily at her tears. “I don’t think so. He’s with another girl…”

“I’m sure you’re
just misinterpreting things. It’s probably just meaningless flirting or
something.”

She laughed
bitterly. “They were both naked. She was sucking his cock. There’s no mistaking
that.”

“Oh.”
Oh, Fuck.

“I’m so stupid.
And now I’m trapped here all weekend with him. Oh my God. I just can’t… I just
want to go home.”

***

Instead of getting
laid at the infamous end of summer party, I was driving Jane home.
Good
going, Dusty.
She fell asleep five minutes into the trip. I didn’t know
where she lived, so I had to wake her up when we got back into town.

She began to
panic. “I can’t go home. Oh God. What did I do? I risked everything! All for
what?”

I had no clue what
was going on, except that she was adamant that she didn’t want to go home.

“Wait. I left my
car at your house, Dusty. Just take me there. I’ll sleep in my car tonight.”

“You don’t have to
sleep in your car. What the hell? You can sleep in the house. There’s no way
anyone’s making it home tonight, even if Nate did happen to notice you were
gone.”

Jane insisted on
sleeping on the couch. She didn’t want to go anywhere near Nate’s room. I
tossed and turned in my room thinking about Jane.

It was weird that
I was asleep again when she slipped into my bed. It was like a case of déjà vu,
only this time I knew immediately that it was Jane. This time there was no
talking. And, there was no talking myself out of it. I wasn’t nearly so noble
as I had once been years ago.

Maybe she just
wanted a little comfort, to be near someone after she had been hurt so badly. I
didn’t really know. I didn’t really care. I was undressing her and she wasn’t
resisting. My heart was beating so hard I thought it would explode. The moment
I felt her skin against mine, I was lost forever.

My hands slid over
her body, wanting to touch her everywhere at once. She arched her back
slightly, pressing her breasts into my hands. When I pulled lightly at her
nipples, her sweet gasps of pleasure had my cock aching with need. Her nipples
responded instantaneously to my touch, pebbling under my gentle prodding.

I wanted to take
time exploring every inch of her luscious body, but an overload of sensations was
making it almost impossible to maintain control: her weight on top of me, her
soft curves molded to my body, her hand slipping into my boxers and stroking my
cock until I was dizzy with need. My head was spinning as I met her lips. The
intensity of our kiss matched the growing frenzy of my desire.

The small
semblance of control that I had was slipping away. My hands were sliding over
her skin, caressing a fiery trail over her hip, splaying across her belly and
slipping between her legs. Her legs parted for me. As soon as I felt her
wetness, I couldn’t hold back. My finger plunged straight into her core.

Her moans of
pleasure vibrated in our kiss as she clenched around my finger. She felt like
fire as she pushed against my hand demanding more. I withdrew my finger, but
didn’t relent. My fingers circled her clit, caressing and teasing, before
slipping back inside. Her gasps and cries grew more urgent as she bucked
against me. My every touch elicited a response. I could have pleasured her all
day, she was so sexy, but she was coming apart fast.

She was going to
come, but I wanted to taste her. I wanted my lips on her clit and my tongue buried
in her pussy when she exploded in release. I rolled her off of me and onto her
back. My mouth got distracted and stopped at her breasts for a moment of
worship before descending between her legs.

When I tasted her
sweet essence, I couldn’t hold back any longer; my brain shut down as I
devoured her. My tongue slid straight into her juicy center. I barely noticed
her fingernails digging hard into my shoulders as my lips wrapped around her
sensitive clit and sucked.

She was panting and gasping, grinding hard into my face. My tongue
tortured her clit mercilessly, flicking and circling before thrusting deep into
her pussy.

She called out my name and my stomach clenched.
I knew I
would do anything to hear my name gasped from her lips over and over again. I
used my teeth to nip carefully at her sensitive flesh and it seemed to drive her
insane. I was working her pussy with abandon and I could tell from her cries
that she was about to climax. My tongue focused on her clit while I slipped my
finger deep inside of her. She was screaming my name when I felt her explode.
Her muscles shuddered with ferocity just as I tasted the creamy juices of her
release.

I wanted to continue licking that quivering pussy, but she was
already reflexively closing her legs. I stood up and got off the bed so I could
turn on the table lamp. I wanted to see Jane. She blinked at the light. Her
hair was splayed out in a crazy pattern on the pillow and she was still panting
heavily, causing her chest to rise and fall in a mesmerizing way. God, she was
so sexy.

She was watching me. I pulled my eyes away from her and slipped out of my
boxers. My cock was pulsing with need. I grabbed a condom from the table drawer
and pulled it on as fast as I could. I left the light on. I wanted to watch her
face when I sunk into her. I wanted Jane to see me – to know that it was
me making her feel this way, to forget everyone else but me.

Our eyes locked when I slid on top of her body. The connection I felt buzzing
between us was scary; I almost had to look away. I wondered if she could see
the truth in my eyes. I gathered her hands in my own, stretched them out over
her head and held them down. My eyes swept over her prone body as I braced
myself between her legs. Jane was mine. I could see it in her eyes. I wasn’t
taking. She was giving.

I plunged into her hot center and it felt like heaven. Jane was silent
and watching. I slowly pumped into her a few more times, but I was having
trouble holding back, my cock was throbbing. Her lips parted softly as her
chest began to heave.

I began moving faster, burying myself as deep as I could with each
thrust, her sweet moans spurring me on. She began to writhe beneath me. The way
she responded to me set my body on fire. There was no holding back.

I was mindless with need as I thrust into her over and over, pushing us
both to the limit. She bucked against me wildly and then let out a strangled
cry. That was my cue. It only took a few more deep thrusts until I felt myself
shatter into a million pieces. I could still feel her inner muscles milking my
cock even after it had finished its frantic pulsing.

My arms grew tired holding myself rigid and upright. I slipped off of
Jane and disposed of the condom. I was feeling sated, and weak, and deliriously
happy. I pulled Jane into my arms and we lay together silently. She clung to
me, but that was okay. I was there for her. I held her tight against me and she
fell asleep while I was stroking her hair.

I lay awake holding Jane long after the euphoric rush of sex faded. Sex
with Jane had been amazing. I had always known it would be that way between us.
Experiencing the reality of it, though, had completely blown my mind. I could
give her more than Nathan ever could. She was mine.

***

I woke up with a
smile on my lips. Dreams of Jane were fresh in my head and they had left me
with some very interesting ideas for the morning.

It took me a
second to realize that Jane was not in bed with me anymore. I frowned with
disappointment. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock. It was early, only 8
o’clock.

I slid out of bed
and put on my boxers. The house sounded empty. I poked my head out of my room
and into the hall. The bathroom door was open. It was empty. I felt a twinge of
despair tug at my stomach. I crossed back through my room feeling sick and
pulled the window blinds to the side so I could look outside. Jane’s car wasn’t
in the driveway.
Jane was gone.