Being Jane: A New Adult Erotic Romance: Fountain of Love (7 page)

Jane

Seeing Dusty at
bowling had made it painfully obvious that I still had a crush on him. He
stirred up feelings that Nate didn’t. It confused the hell out of me, because I
really liked Nate. I wanted him to be my boyfriend and things were going really
well between us.

I was still
confused a few days later when I called Nate as promised. It was Saturday and I
had promised to go out with him again. This was the night that I had vowed to myself
that I would confront my mother. My stomach was twisted in knots just imagining
the scene. I was a wreck by the time I called Nate.

He sounded so
upbeat. “My friend, Steve, is having a party tonight. We’re all heading over at
about eight o’clock. Why don’t you come on over here early so I can see you
before we go out?”

I wanted to see
Nate so badly, but the last thing I wanted to do was go to some party,
especially if Dusty and his girlfriend were going to be there too. And if I
came home after drinking, my mother would flip her shit. She would definitely
be on the look out for any excuse to freak after I told her I was going out on
a ‘date’.

“Nate, I really
want to see you tonight, but I just don’t feel like going to a party. I think
I’ll have to pass on that.” Misery pressed into me at the thought of spending
the night at home by myself.

It took a moment
for him to answer. “Do you want to just stay in and watch a movie at my place?
We’ll have the place to ourselves.”

My heart skipped a
beat. “Yeah, I’d like that. But I don’t want you to miss your party.”

“I’ve been to
Steve’s parties a bunch of times. I’d rather spend time with you instead.”

I agreed to go
over and after we talked for a few more minutes, we got off the phone. I
collapsed backwards onto my bed, amazed at how good I felt. Nate was giving up
fun plans to spend time with me.
Me!
Jane Brown.

My good mood was
short-lived; however, when I remembered the obstacle ahead. My mother. I would
have to tell her that once again I was going out. Why was it such a big deal
that her adult daughter wanted to go out on a Saturday night? On some instinctual
level I knew that my mother would not like the idea, but I had no idea how far
that dislike would actually go.

I took time
getting ready. I chose an outfit that my mother couldn’t possibly criticize but
that looked flattering. My hair and makeup were perfect. When it was time to
leave, I grabbed my handbag and headed downstairs in search of my mom.

I found her
settled in front of the TV for the night. “Mom, I’m going out.”

Her head swung
around and her face registered shock. “What? It’s 8:30! It’s ridiculous to be
going out now. I don’t think so, Jane.”

I stood my ground.
“Mother, I’m not a 13 year old. I’m going out on a date and I’ll be home by
midnight.”

My mother’s voice
screeched in panic, “A date? What are you talking about? You’re not going
anywhere.”

I kept my voice
calm even though my body was pumping with adrenaline. “A guy I met asked me out
on a date. We’re going to watch a movie. There’s nothing wrong with me going
out.”

My mother’s face
paled. Her hands were shaking. “Jane! Look at what you’re wearing. You can’t go
out like that. Where is your father?”

She looked around
the room as if searching for my Dad, like he’d magically appear.

I grimaced as I
witnessed my mother’s meltdown. It was a sad state of affairs when my
rebellious teenage phase happened about five years too late. But, now that it
was happening, I couldn’t back down.

“Mom, I am going
out. I’ll be back before midnight.” I headed for the front door.

I heard my mother
yelling. She sounded like a maniac. “Jane! Jane! Don’t you walk out that door.
Jane!”

By the time I slid
behind the steering wheel, my hands were shaking so badly I could barely jam
the key in the ignition. I turned the key, praying the car wouldn’t fail me now.
I half expected to see my mother running out the door to try to physically stop
me. By now, my father would have heard her screaming rants and would have come
out to investigate. Maybe he would come after me. In a near panic, I backed out
of the driveway and took off down the road.

When I arrived at
Nate’s house, I was still trembling. Luckily, everyone had already left for the
party, so it was just the two of us. We picked out a movie to stream onto the TV
and then settled in on the couch.

Thoughts of the
scene with my mother kept replaying in my head. I couldn’t concentrate on the
movie. I needed to relax. I leaned back and rested my head against Nate’s
shoulders and closed my eyes. I focused on the feel of him next to me: the feel
of his hand absently rubbing my arm, the heat of his leg up against mine, and
the rise and fall of his chest as I lay against him. I could smell the subtle
scent of his cologne and I was painfully aware of my hand resting on his thigh,
so close to his cock.

I was getting
horny. I had the thought in the back of my mind that tonight’s date might lead
to sex and, in an emotionally detached sort of way, I was ready for it. But
being with Nate now, I realized that I desperately wanted to be with him; I
needed to feel a deeper connection to him. And I wasn’t going to sit back and
wait for him to make his move.

Nate nudged me.
“Jane, are you even watching the movie?”

“No.”

Nate laughed. “Do
you want to watch something else?”

I turned around so
that I was facing him. “No.”

“Then what do you
want to do?”

Instead of
answering, I decided to show him what I wanted. I climbed onto his lap,
straddling him, so that the heat of our sex was only separated by the thin
layer of our clothes. I pressed my body against him as I captured his mouth in
a slow and sensual kiss. I wanted to make sure he had no power to resist.

It seemed to be
working. He didn’t resist when I broke our kiss for a moment to tug his shirt
off over his head. Nate had a great body and I wanted to see every last inch of
it. I kissed him again as his arms snaked around me and pressed my ass, pinning
me close against his cock.

Again we broke our
kiss as Nate lifted my shirt off. He unsnapped my bra and I wiggled out of it.

He looked almost
drugged as he stared at my chest. “Oh God, Jane.” He admired me for a second
before his hands and mouth were all over my breasts. He slid down the couch,
taking me with him, so that I was lying on top of him.

“What if someone
comes in?” I pulled away and struggled to sit up.

Nate pulled me
back down against him. “No one will be home for hours.”

I shuddered as I
imagined having sex with Nate on the couch and Dusty walking in on us. “Nate…”

He stopped what he
was doing. “C’mon. Let’s go upstairs.”

I smiled as I
hopped off him. “Thanks.” I gathered up my discarded clothes and we raced
upstairs.

Nate tugged at my
hand, pulling me into his bedroom. I sat on Nate’s bed as he rummaged through a
dresser drawer. “So this is your bedroom. It looks really –”

Nate walked over
to his bed with a condom package in his hand. “Shhh. You can analyze my bedroom
later.”

He was already on
top of me. The next hour or so was a blur of sexy activity. It had felt damn
good, but I never did have an orgasm despite Nate’s considerable skill and
attention. I think I was so focused on impressing him and making sure he was
feeling amazingly good that I didn’t allow myself to fully relax and enjoy the
moment.

I smiled to myself
as I lay snuggled next to Nate. I did feel closer to him and I certainly had
accomplished my mission. I had snagged Nate. There was no doubt that he had enjoyed
the sex. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to have this insanely hot guy who
wanted to be with me.

Nate’s finger
traced a pattern against my arm. “Give me some time and I’ll be ready for a
repeat performance.”

I looked at his
alarm clock. “I can’t. I gotta go soon.”

“I wish you’d stay
here tonight.”

I kissed his
shoulder softly to take the sting out of my words. “I wish I could stay here,
too. But, I can’t.”

Nate was silent
for a moment. “Is it because of my roommates? Because they won’t say anything stupid
in the morning. They know you’re my girl now.”

I leaned on my
elbow so that I could see him better. “Your girl? As in, we’re girlfriend
– boyfriend?”

Nate smiled
sheepishly. “Well, yeah. There’s no way I’m gonna let you go now. You’re mine.
What do you say, Jane Brown. Are you ready to update your social media
relationship status?”

I rolled my eyes.
“I don’t even do that stuff.”

“That’s right. You
don’t even have a phone. How am I supposed to get in touch with you for booty
calls?”

I smacked him playfully.
“I guess I’ll have to be in charge of all booty calls. I really do have to get
going now. I had a fight with my mother and I need to get home before she hits
the roof. I’ll call you tomorrow though. And I’ll let you know how my interview
went.”

Nate rolled to his
side. “What interview?”

“The waitress job
at the diner.”

“The diner?” Nate
groaned. “Then I’ll never see you.”

“You can stop in
anytime and order pie or something. As long as you leave a big tip.”

I gave Nate a
quick kiss on the lips. “Okay, cover your eyes now so I can get dressed.”

“No way. I want to
watch.”

I made a face.
“Give a girl some privacy.”

Nate covered his
eyes with his hands, but I could see him peeking between his fingers. I had to
fight my natural tendencies to cover up my body with clothes as quickly as I
could, but I had to admit I was feeling quite sexy knowing he was watching.

“Mmm, Jane? If you
don’t hurry up, I’m gonna drag you back over here and have my way with you.

I finished
dressing and then sat on the edge of his bed feasting my eyes on his firm sculpted
torso. “I’ll call you tomorrow. I’ll let myself out. Have sweet dreams.”

I leaned down and
kissed him good-bye. I loved the fact that I could tell he wanted more of me.

Nate’s lips
lingered on my own. “My dreams will be anything but sweet.”

Dusty

I spent the entire
summer avoiding Jane Brown like the plague. And that was pretty hard
considering she spent half the summer at my house with Nate. My roommates
commented on my surly mood, but they chalked it up to my break up with
Michelle. I let them believe what they wanted to.

I kept my distance
from the happy couple. I never saw Nate anymore, but he didn’t even notice, he
was so into Jane. Snippets of gossip about them reached my ears before I could stop
listening or get away. Jane and Nate were fucking like rabbits. Ace constantly
joked that ever since Nate was getting ‘regular pussy’ he was like a lovesick
puppy dog. The guys loved giving him grief. And if I had the misfortune to run
into Jane, she always looked so bubbly and happy. Like the perfect, devoted
girlfriend. I still had it bad for Jane and the thought made me want to fly
into a murderous rage. It really pissed me off.

I rubbed my weary
eyes. I was so exhausted that I probably shouldn’t have been driving. I had
partied hard with a bunch of my friends after getting back from a concert and
didn’t crash until at least four in the morning. But when Keith woke us all up
at eight o’clock with shots, I knew I had to get out of there. Hanging out at Mike’s
house all day long, goofing off until his girlfriend’s party later that night
had seemed like fun at the time, but I knew they’d be drinking all day. I wouldn’t
make it to the party at that pace. These guys were drinking machines.

Making some lame excuse
about a forgotten appointment, I left Mike’s house with promises to be back
later in the day. I’m not sure if my lie was good enough to fool them, but at
least it would get me a couple more hours of much needed sleep.

I groaned out loud
when I neared my home. The house was supposed to be empty for the day.
What
the hell was Michelle doing there?
Her red jeep wrangler was parked in the
driveway. She was the very last person I wanted to see right now. The only
thing worse would be running into Nate and Jane.

Michelle and I had
broken up months ago, but I still saw her quite often. Her girlfriend, Beth,
was in some kind of relationship with Ace, so she and her friends were still
always hanging around.

The actual breakup
had gone surprisingly well. For a girl that liked a lot of drama, she seemed to
accept the situation calmly. I had hoped that she realized that it just wasn’t
working between us and she obviously hadn’t been too heartbroken about it.

I should have
known it had gone almost too easily. She had spent the last few months still
chasing after me. Rubbing up against me like I wouldn’t be able to resist her. Well,
she was going to have to save her lame attempts for another day, because there
was no way I could put up with it today.

Michelle never had
a key to the house and my roommates were all away for the day. Since I didn’t
see any sign of her, I figured she was waiting out back for me. She would have
had a long wait if I had decided to stick around Mike’s house.

I frowned to
myself as I headed to the backyard. Since when did Michelle have the patience
to wait around? And why hadn’t she texted or called when she saw I wasn’t home?

The backyard was
empty. I pulled out my keys and unlocked the back door and entered the house through
the kitchen. There was no sign of Michelle. Maybe she had gotten inside somehow
and was waiting in my room. I imagined her waiting for me on my bed,
naked
,
in some weird effort to get me back.
Shit
, this was going to be worse
than I initially suspected. I was way too tired for her games.

I was halfway up
the stairs before I heard the sounds. I stood still listening. Muffled sounds. Sweaty
grunts. Breathy moans. The steady creaking of a mattress.

There was no
mistaking what I was hearing. One of my roommates was fucking Michelle.

I stood in shock
for several moments before I continued up the stairs. It only took me a few
seconds to hone in on the noises. They were coming from Nate’s room. And from
the sound of the escalating moans and grunts, they were about finished up with their
activities.

The headache that
had been forming at the back of my skull started getting more insistent. I
couldn’t deal with this shit now. I just wanted some sleep. I headed down the
hall to use the bathroom before I passed out. As I left the bathroom, I nearly
collided with Nate.

“
Oh Fuck!
Dusty!
What are you doing here?” Nate was clearly startled by my appearance.

“I live here,
remember? You seem to be missing some clothes.”

He ran a hand
through his hair. “Yeah. I thought you were gone all weekend.”

I knew I looked
disgusted but I didn’t care. “I saw Michelle’s car in the driveway.”

His eyes shifted
all over the place. “She just sort of stopped by…”

“And happened to
get naked with you?” I stepped around Nate and headed toward my room.

“Wait, Dusty… I
don’t know what to say. It just … happened. I didn’t think about it. It was
only this one time. You know how Michelle is…” Nate’s voice trailed off,
probably after realizing how damn insulting he sounded.

I stopped and turned
back to him. “I don’t give a shit about Michelle anymore. She can do whatever
she wants. Even
you
if she wants. But, what about Jane?”

“
Jesus
,
man. I love Jane. She’s a good girl. But she wouldn’t understand this. Michelle
doesn’t mean anything to me. Jane is fucking everything. You’re not going to
tell her?”

I was done
listening to his bullshit. “I don’t know Nate. You’re fucking my ex-girlfriend
behind Jane’s back. Real classy. I really don’t want to deal with this right
now. I just want some fucking sleep. So keep it down whatever the fuck you’re
doing.”

My room had been
all closed up, so it was as hot as a furnace when I walked in there. I turned
on the fan, opened the windows and stripped down to my boxers. I lay on my bed
anxiously hoping to pass out. The same shit kept running in a loop through my
head. Should I tell Jane? Was it my business? Did I even care? By now, my head
was pounding.

I punched my
pillow in frustration and got up. I headed down to the kitchen in search of
some aspirin. I popped a couple of pills and then swallowed them down with some
water from the tap.

When I turned
around, Michelle was standing in the kitchen looking contrite. “I’m sorry,
Dusty.”

“Whatever.” Could
I get any fucking more annoyed?

Michelle sighed.
“Don’t be that way, Dusty. It was a big mistake. I’ve been lonely without you.”

She took a step
toward me and I realized that she was eyeing my body like a piece of meat.
“I’ve heard that you’ve been really upset lately.”

She actually
looked like she was about to touch me. I stepped away from her. “Really,
Michelle? You were just fucking Nate. Gross. Don’t touch me.”

Her hand retreated
and she suddenly looked angry. “Nate is freaking out that you’re going to tell
Jane. Are you going to tell her?”

“I don’t give a
fuck about you and Nate. Now leave me alone.” I had completely run out of
patience.

Michelle shrugged.
“Well, you are friends with Jane so I’d understand if you thought you had to
tell her.”

I stared at her
for a moment. What the fuck? Michelle
wanted
me to tell Jane. I couldn’t
deal with this shit any longer. I pushed past Michelle and went back to my room
and locked the door.

I collapsed on the
bed waiting for the aspirin to kick in. I knew I wasn’t going to say anything
to Jane, but I wasn’t sure why. I could never think clearly when it came to
that girl.

There was one
thing that had become clearer in my head though. I had been grappling with a
decision for a couple of weeks now. Today’s bullshit had made it all easier. I
was leaving town.

One more month was
left on my lease. I’d pay September’s rent and tell Chad I wasn’t re-signing,
but I’d head out of town after the end of the summer lake party next weekend.
I’d be out of Kansas in a little over a week. I was moving in with my buddy in
Colorado and spending the winter as a ski instructor. There was nothing left
for me back here.