Being Jane: A New Adult Erotic Romance: Fountain of Love (2 page)

Dustin

My cock knew it
was Jane even before I did. I hadn’t seen her once after high school
graduation. I figured she was one of the lucky ones, the
smart
ones, who
made it out of town. That she’d gone to college and hadn’t looked back.

But long after I
had given up looking for her during my college breaks while I was back at home,
scanning the local bars, the diner, the high school football games or the
get-togethers of old classmates; suddenly, there she was.

I stepped into the
dimly lit bar with a group of my buddies and immediately sensed her presence.
She was sitting at a high-top table with a guy who looked vaguely familiar. It
looked like that Johnnie kid from high school who she went to the prom with. My
eyes flitted back to Jane. It was definitely her, but she had changed in the
four years since I had last seen her.

Her clothes showed
off the amazing body that she had managed to keep well hidden all throughout
high school and she was now wearing some makeup. Her hair was a lighter brown,
streaked with golden highlights and cut into one of those edgy hairstyles that
was really fashionable right now. Hell if I knew what it was called, but it
looked damned good on her. I could only remember ever seeing her hair in a ponytail
in high school. Except for at the prom.

The prom - when I
couldn’t keep my eyes off her. And my date had noticed, too. Even though my
girlfriend, Glenna, had believed me that I’d never slept with Jane and that it
was all a big mix-up, she certainly hadn’t appreciated the fact that I couldn’t
stop staring at her that night.

She had mocked
Jane endlessly. “Of course you wouldn’t want a piece of that trash when you
have me. Right, baby?”

Glenna had gone
out of her way making sure that all the girls in her circle of friends agreed
that Jane looked ridiculous in her old, unstylish and ugly dress. The girls sure
agreed with her, considering she was the Prom Queen and one of the most popular
girls at school. Most of the guys just kind of shrugged and didn’t really care.

But I didn’t
agree. I thought Jane was the most beautiful girl at Prom. Her face absolutely
radiated with happiness as she smiled and danced the night away. I couldn’t
help but be jealous of all the little touches and secret smiles she gave to her
date. That skinny kid, Johnnie, was fucking lucky. And I was stuck with the cold
bitch of girlfriend, Glenna.

My friend, Chad,
elbowed me, interrupting my high school memories. “C’mon. Let’s go get a
table.”

Chad headed to the
back of the bar. Suddenly, I didn’t want to play pool anymore. I wanted to stay
up front and see if I could talk to Jane.

She must have felt
the intensity of my gaze or even heard the pounding of my heart from so far
away. She turned her head and looked directly at me, catching me staring. Her
eyes widened and her mouth fell open mid-sentence. I vaguely saw her friend,
Johnnie, look over to find out what had caused her reaction.

I smiled and gave
her a little wave, but she quickly turned her head the other way. But not
before I saw her face and neck flush a gorgeous pink color. Was she remembering
like I was?

The party at
Jordan’s house had been the same as every other party. Jane Brown hadn’t even
been on my radar. I had known who she was only in the same way that you know
everybody in your high school class, even if you had never spoken to them
before. I had vaguely noted that she and her inseparable friend, Millie, were
at the party drinking only because I had never seen them out before. Ever.

After that, I
hadn’t even spared a second thought to Jane. Glenna had been frustrating the hell
out of me all night. Before we were officially dating, she had given me
blowjobs every once in a while. Those days were long gone. Now, she grudgingly
gave me sex once in a blue moon. Like she was throwing scraps to a begging dog.
I had hoped I would get lucky that night, but she took off early with her giggling
girlfriends, leaving me in a terrible mood.

I hung out with my
boys, drinking until the place started emptying out. I was too drunk to drive
home, so I headed through the sliding door that led to the finished basement
where there was a sofa bed. I didn’t even bother to ask Jordy if I could stay
over, I had crashed there many times and the lucky bastard was busy locked away
in his bedroom with his girlfriend anyway.

I don’t know how
long I had been sleeping when I woke up. At first I thought it was a dream. But
no, something warm and very real was wriggling up against me. It took a few
seconds for my fuzzy mind to put it together, but finally my mind cleared
enough. Soft curves were gently pressing into me.

I felt my dick
harden as my face broke out into a sleepy smile. Glenna must have come back to
surprise me. Maybe there was a future for us after all. Maybe she did care
about me.

My hands pushed
aside the blanket separating us and wrapped around her hips. I dragged her
against my hard cock and heard her soft moan. Her warm hand slid up my shirt
and began sensually exploring my body.

I was horny as
hell and her surprise had my heart pumping like mad. Somehow, in the darkness,
I found her lips. They parted invitingly at my demanding intrusion. The kiss
was different than any before. Her lips were soft and full and she tasted like
beer, but there was a passionate response that I had never experienced before that
drove me crazy. It was fiery and urgent.

She responded to
my kiss like she couldn’t get enough.
Jesus
, I was getting so excited I
had to be careful. I had never had
that
problem with Glenna before. My
hips were grinding into her thigh and she was pressing right back against me. God,
I wanted to feel her bare skin all over my body.

I broke our kiss
and sat up, tugging off my shirt. I heard her whimper of frustration and
chuckled to myself. It made me feel good to know that she wanted me.
That I
made her feel good
. She had never given me any indication before that she felt
anything but bored when we were having sex. Her unrestrained response was so damn
sexy. I wanted to make her scream with pleasure and I had a few tricks up my
sleeve…

I leaned down and
tugged at her shirt. It slid off easily and that was strange. Usually it was so
awkward, because she wore the tiniest shirts that were impossible to peel off.
But this one was huge and baggy. I didn’t remember her wearing such a bulky
shirt earlier, but whatever. I reached around her back, unhooked her bra and
tossed it aside.

But, when I laid
down next to her and caressed her breasts, I immediately knew something was
wrong. Her breasts thrust against my hands, demanding more, but I froze. They
were huge. More than a handful.
Not Glenna
.

I felt her nipples
puckering under my palms as she wriggled against my body panting. Even as my
body raged with passion, my mind was reeling.
This wasn’t my girlfriend.
I rolled onto my side, away from her tempting body and over to where I knew a
small table with a lamp was situated. I fumbled for the knob and finally got
the lamp to turn on. A warm glow emanated from the old-school, low wattage
light bulb.

My eyes fixated on
the girl next to me. Well, on her breasts, that is. Her arm immediately flew up
to shield her eyes from the dim glow and that pose only served to highlight her
voluptuous chest. I feasted on how glorious she looked. I felt the ache in my
cock grow impossibly tighter as I stared at her perfect round breasts topped
with pink perky nipples.
So fucking beautiful
.

I tore my eyes
away and forced them to look at her face. Her hair was half pulled out of its
ponytail and spilling all over the pillow. Her eyes were slitted and rolling
around in her head. She sounded groggy, “Is it morning? Is my dream over already?”

It was Jane Brown.
And she was as drunk as a skunk.

My cock was
practically pulsing with lust as I looked down at her. “What are you dreaming
about?”

Her eyes blinked
sleepily. “Mmmm. Someone was kissing me. Felt so good.” Her eyebrows rose in
sleepy surprise. “And it was you! Dusty Hamilton. And you look hot without a
shirt on.”

Damn
. I
couldn’t help but smile back at her.

She frowned. “And
you should take your pants off, too. This is my dream. It should be perfect.”

Jesus
. I
wanted to rip my pants off and sink between her thighs, right then and there.
But it wasn’t right. She didn’t know what she was talking about. She was drunk.
“Jane, you’re not dreaming –”

She scrunched her
brows. “Don’t ruin it. You shouldn’t be talking so much. You should be kissing
me and touching me some more.”

She reached up and
pulled me into her arms. I felt her breasts pressing against my bare chest and
I couldn’t resist. I kissed her again. I could drown in that kiss.
I did
drown in that kiss.

I heard her sweet
moans vibrating against my mouth as I fondled her breasts. They were perfect
and I couldn’t get enough of them. Before I could stop myself, my lips were on
them, sucking her nipple, flicking my tongue across the tight bud as she moaned
in blissful agony. My thumb rubbed across the other taut nipple as my hand palmed
the mound of soft flesh.

And when I felt
her soft lips on the base of my neck sucking gently at my skin, I groaned with
a raw heated desire. In fact, I worried that I might even shoot my load into my
pants right then and there.

I groaned in
frustration as I pulled myself from her embrace. What I was doing was creepy
because she thought it was just a dream. I struggled to control my desire as I
looked at her. Her eyes were closed now, but she was smiling.

 “Jane, wake
up.” I shook her gently, but she only snuggled closer to me. “C’mon. You gotta
get up. I can take you home.”

Her eyes fluttered
as she mumbled. “Why do you always try to crush my dreams? Just give me this.”

I wasn’t sure what
she meant, but those words haunted me for a long time.

“Jane…” She was
passed out, softly snoring.

I only intended to
rest for a couple of minutes, then I would wake her up and get her home. But
she was so damn comfortable cuddled up next to me. Even with my raging hard-on,
I must have fallen asleep.

I was confused as
hell when I woke up. Blinking, I saw Jordy standing over me. “Dude, who’s the
chick? It looks like…”

It took a few
seconds to register the half-naked girl in my arms.
Jane
. My first
thought was to protect her from Jordy’s prying eyes. My arm tightened around
her body, keeping her firmly in place, her breasts crushed up against my bare chest.
She started stirring.

My voice came out
raspy. “Can you split for a moment? This might be awkward…”

Jordy snorted, “Well,
hurry up and get her out of here. I’ve got to clean up before my parents get
home.” He left the basement, just before Jane fully woke up.

When Jane woke up,
she hadn’t been too happy to see me. I was pretty sure she didn’t remember much
of the night before, but she didn’t even give me much of a chance to explain
that nothing really happened between us. Once she discovered she was topless,
she kind of freaked out and ran off as quickly as she could get dressed and get
her legs working.

And, of course, it
was Jordy who started the rumors flying, but Jane probably thought it was me. I
tried to deny everything to protect her, but the damage was done. I knew she
must hate me. Even though I wanted to talk to her so badly after that night, I
never did work up the courage.

Jane

You could go on a
long streak where nothing happened. Eighteen years long even. Then within the
span of a few weeks, you go to a party, kiss a dream boy and then go to the prom.

Then, just when
you’ve hit another dry spell and you wonder if you can withstand the monotony
of life any longer, things start happening again. Contacted out of the blue by
Johnnie. Seeing Dusty at the bar. Would these two occurrences just be tiny blips
on the timeline of my life? Blips that faded away into wistful memories and endless
what-ifs?

I had just been
giving Johnnie the run-down of my last four years, and not surprisingly, it
hadn’t taken too long. I told him how I had got accepted to Baldwin College on
a partial scholarship but made the 45 minute commute everyday because my
parents wouldn’t allow me to live in the dorms. But, don’t think I was
ungrateful. I had gotten the degree that I hoped would someday pull me out of the
quicksand of my rotten life – the quicksand that kept trying to drag me
down.

And maybe, more
importantly, I had gotten a taste of life. I worked part time on campus, mainly
to afford gas for my commute and eating expenses. Between work and classes and
just hanging out, I spent the entire day on campus. My mother really had no say
about what I did. The freedom was transforming.

For the first time
in my life, I had friends. I went to a few parties. Boys were interested in me.
Well, mostly interested in having sex, but that was normal. I was a
normal
person. And I finally had normal clothes!

A week before my
college classes had started, I went into town to get my hair cut by Aunt
Bettie. She never accepted money from me, and I was grateful because I was flat
broke and worried about affording gas and stuff. But the bigger surprise came
when she returned from the back room hauling three huge black garbage bags
stuffed with Sabrina’s old clothing.

In the years since
Sabrina had graduated high school, she had gotten pregnant by the high school
bad boy, Mike. Now, the former wild-child was married to Mike, pregnant with
child #3, working at the salon with her mother and perfectly content with her
life. She had packed on the pounds, though, and would never again fit into the
trendy clothing packed into those bags.

I remember sitting
on my bedroom floor that night, going through the bags of clothing with tears
of happiness running down my face. I shuddered to think where I’d be now
without Aunt Bettie’s help and advice, Sabrina’s hand-me-down wardrobe and even
Mike, the car mechanic who single-handedly kept my car running without charging
me a dime. I was pretty lucky.

Just last week, I
drove my mother into town so that Aunt Bettie could give her hair a permanent.
The whole ride home, my mother went on and on about how I should be more like
Sabrina. I just nodded occasionally, my head half hanging out the window
because the permanent stunk up the car so much. My mother never saw the massive
irony of it all.

I finished my beer
just as I finished telling Johnnie about how I had gotten my degree and
couldn’t find a job. I had searched an entire 60-mile radius and; believe me, I
was thorough. The only way I could see getting out from under my restrictive
mother’s thumb was to get a job. Depressingly, within weeks of college
graduation, my life had returned to the quiet desperation that I was so used
to. It was like I was attached to a giant rubber band. I could stretch and pull
it with all my might and take a few steps forward, but eventually I would always
be pulled back to the reality that was mine.

I could see in his
eyes that Johnnie understood what I was talking about. He flagged down the
harried looking waitress and ordered two more beers. Luckily, he must have read
the panic in my eyes, too.

“Don’t worry,
Jane. I asked you out tonight. The beers are on me.”

My face warmed
with embarrassment. “It’s just that money is tight. With no job or anything...”

My voice trailed
off and I was eager to change the subject. “So, tell me all about California. It
can’t be nearly as exciting as Kansas.”

Johnnie’s face lit
up as he began telling me about his past four years. According to him,
everything was better in California.
He had made it out
.

He paused
mid-sentence and tilted his head. “You know, Jane. You should come with me back
to California. You could stay with me until you found a job. With your degree,
there would be a ton of job opportunities.”

I laughed. “I
don’t even have two dimes to rub together. I would never make it in California.
Heck, I wouldn’t even make it
to
California. My car would probably break
down in Utah or something.”

Johnnie stared at
me. “I’m not joking. You deserve more than this. We could make it work. And I’m
not saying this to try to pick you up or anything. You could sleep on my couch.
It would be totally platonic.”

I started to
squirm on my barstool. Why were his words upsetting me? Was it because I knew that
what he was offering was impossible? Or because, once again he seemed to be so
disinterested in any kind of romantic relationship with me? Or that tomorrow,
when I woke up and Johnnie was gone, I would daydream about what would have
happened if I had said yes to his spontaneous offer.

I almost hadn’t
recognized Johnnie when I first entered the bar. To say that he developed from
a boy to a man seemed strange, but there’s no other way to describe it. He was
always cute, but now he was intensely handsome. He was no longer skinny, but
solidly built. I had mentally undressed him while we were talking and to say
that he turned me on would be an understatement. Millie would have called him ‘Yummy’
and I think for once I’d have to agree.

“There’s no
girlfriend back in California that would get upset?” Yeah, I was fishing, but I
just had to know.

“No. That wouldn’t
be a problem.” He nervously played with the label on his beer bottle.

His reaction was
suspicious. Something was up.
There must be a girl
. My heart sunk a
little. “And wouldn’t having me around put a crimp in your lifestyle? Even if I
found a job right away, I wouldn’t be able to afford my own place. Isn’t
everything in California super-expensive anyway?”

Suddenly Johnnie
was having trouble meeting my eyes. “Let’s put aside the California thing for a
moment. Cause, that’s not why I wanted to talk to you tonight. There’s
something else that I’ve been thinking about.”

Johnnie looked
uncomfortable and that made me nervous. “I thought you just wanted to catch
up.”

He took a long sip
of beer, as if stalling for time. “Remember the prom?”

That was
unexpected. “Of course, I remember. It was the best night of my life. You want
to talk about the prom?”

He glanced away.
“Well, about what happened after the prom.”

I started
fidgeting. “Nothing happened after.” It came out sounding bitter, but that’s
not what I had intended.

Johnnie flinched.
“Jane, it wasn’t you.”

Why was he
bringing all this up?
I felt my face warming
.
“Please. You don’t
have to explain anything to me.”

He shook his head.
“I wanted to. That night, I mean. I thought, ‘If there’s a girl who’s smart,
funny, caring and beautiful and everything I could ever want - it’s Jane. If
there’s any girl in the world that I could fall in love with – it’s got
to be Jane. I tried. I liked being around you. Prom night I wanted to…  you
know, be with you. But, I couldn’t. I tried to force myself…”

Jesus
, I
was going to start crying and I didn’t even know why exactly. “I don’t
understand. Why would you have to force yourself to have sex with me? Would it
be that horrible?”

Johnnie looked as
miserable as I felt. “I’m just not attracted to girls in that way. After the
prom, I finally realized that I had to stop lying to myself. Stop pretending.”

It was all
starting to sink in, but I could barely believe it. “Pretending what, exactly?”

He looked more
than uneasy. He looked pained, scared even. “Pretending that I’m normal. I’m
not. I’m gay.”

The confession
hadn’t been easy for him, but a look of resolute defiance crossed his face.

I sat in shocked
silence. Johnnie couldn’t be gay. He didn’t look gay. He didn’t sound gay. He
didn’t act gay. And yet, there he was, plain as day, telling me that he was
gay.

I needed to speak.
I needed to tell him that I supported him, no matter what. That I’d always be
his friend. But that’s not quite what came out. I practically whispered. “I
never would have guessed. Johnnie, are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”
His laugh jolted me from my astonishment.

Nervous laughter
bubbled up from inside of me. “
Shit!
Thank God. I thought there was
something wrong with me. There’s nothing wrong. You’re just gay. It’s no big
deal.”

Some of the
bitterness crept back into his face. “It’s a pretty big fucking deal to me. I
couldn’t be myself until I got to California. And then, finally, my world just
turned around. I didn’t feel like a freak anymore.” He ran his hands through
his hair. “God, I thought I got past all these negative feelings, but coming
back here just drudges it all up again. I have to lie to my parents. To
everyone. I can’t stand it anymore.”

“You think they
wouldn’t support you if you told them the truth?”

Johnnie shrugged.
“I don’t think they’d cut me off or anything. I don’t know. I really want to
tell them, but they’re pretty conservative. It would be a huge disappointment
to them. They’d be embarrassed in front of their friends and our extended family.
If they knew I had an actual boyfriend…”

My eyes widened.
“You have a boyfriend?”

Johnnie smiled and
got an almost dreamy look on his face. “Yeah. We’ve been dating for about a
year. I’ve never been so happy in my life. I can’t wait to get out of here and
back to him. He wanted to come with me, but I’m too much of a coward.”

Why would anyone
begrudge their own child’s happiness? But, I knew as much as anyone that even
loving relationships between children and their parents could be complicated.
“Johnnie, this shit is really hard. But one thing I do know is that you’ve got
only one life. You deserve to be happy. And you should give your parents a
chance. They’ll be shocked at first, but give them time to come around. If they
can’t, then fuck it, you’ve got to live your life for
you
,
not
them.”

Johnnie sighed,
but he looked more relaxed. “Yeah, that’s all good in theory, but when I’m with
them, I can’t figure out a way to tell them. I completely freeze up with fear.”

“Maybe you should
start dropping some subtle hints.”

Johnnie finished
his beer and slid it across the table. “I’ve spent my whole life trying to keep
it a secret from them, dropping hints now is going to be hard.”

I picked at the
label on my beer bottle. “Don’t they ever wonder why they don’t meet any
girlfriends?”

“Maybe. My Mom was
ecstatic when I told her I was going out to meet you tonight. She wanted me to
invite you to dinner tomorrow night, by the way.”

Most people
probably wouldn’t be too excited by the prospect of going over to their
friend’s house for dinner with their parents, but I pathetically jumped at the
offer. “I’ll definitely come over. What time?”

“You don’t really
have to…”

“No really, I want
to.” Any chance to break up my boring existence was more than welcome.

Johnnie smiled a
heart-melting smile. “Six o’clock. Bring brownies and my mother will love you.
Me too.”

That was when
Dustin Hamilton walked into the bar. The entourage of guys surrounding him
headed straight for the bar, but Dusty spotted me right away. I was staring at
him like an open-mouthed dummy. He waved and I about died with embarrassment.

Johnnie noticed my
consternation. “Isn’t that Hamilton? What’s his name? Dusty? You friends with
him now?”

I hastily took a
gulp of my beer. “No. I haven’t seen him since high school.”

Johnnie scowled.
“He’s an ass.”

I was surprised at
the venom in Johnnie’s voice. “Was he a jerk to you in high school?”

Johnnie glared at
the group of guys. “No, I just hate the type. Popular jock, great athlete, the
guy fucking all the cheerleaders. Pretty much the opposite of me. He was everything
that I wasn’t.”

I took another sip
of beer trying to calm my beating heart. “I’m surprised he even remembers us.”

“He keeps looking
at you.” Johnnie’s words had my stomach fluttering. Four years had not dampened
the strange connection I felt towards Dusty. My memories from our brief
encounter at Jordan’s party were foggy at best. But that had not prevented four
years of dreaming about Dusty and his sinfully hot body doing magical things to
me. From that night on, I had never been able to shake the stud loose from my
fantasies.

Johnnie broke into
my thoughts. “Remember those rumors about you two?”

I groaned. “How
can I forget? That was so embarrassing. And it wasn’t true. Just so you know…”

“Yeah, I know.”
Johnnie grinned sheepishly. “Millie said you didn’t really sleep with him. I
knew it was a lie. I was so pissed at him that he said all that stuff about
you.”

“I didn’t know
Millie told you that!”

Johnnie leaned
back in his chair. “She told me when I told her I was going to ask you to prom.
I guess she wanted to set the record straight. What actually happened? I’ve
always wondered.”

I felt myself
blushing. “Me and Millie snuck out to a party. I didn’t get out much then, my
mother is really strict, I guess you could say. Anyway, I got a taste of
freedom and I got really drunk. Back then I couldn’t hold my liquor. Well, I
still can’t, but at least I’m sensible enough to know it now.”