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CHAPTER 2: JACK
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2024-10-29 19:42:56JACK
I have no fucking idea who this chick is who's hanging onto my arm. I'm pretty sure I've never seen her in my life, but she's kinda hot with nice tits so I guess she can stay for a bit. She's not hot enough to bang though, so she won't be around for that long.
Blondie pressed her lips against my ear, and I hid my cringe by looking around the house. My eyes found Sandra Edwards – Princess of University of California, Berkeley.
She was sitting at the bar with that bi girl. Shit, what's her name? Oh, never mind. Maggie and Leila are sitting with her, and I watched as they knocked back shot after shot of whatever it was Carl was throwing down their throats tonight. She shook out her auburn hair and the bi one dragged her up.
My eyes swept her body, and I was vaguely aware Blondie was now sitting on my lap. Two hard globes pressed against my chest, and I knew instantly she's got fake tits. They were way too good to be true.
Maggie took Sandra's hand, and she smiled, almost shyly. She started to move to the beat of the music and fuck, there's nothing shy about that. She puts her free hand in her hair, looks at the floor and her hips move perfectly in time. She glanced up through her eyelashes and smiled again, more confidence in it this time.
“She's so fucking hot,” Austin said, appearing next to me. Josh stepped up behind him.
“Sandra?” I asked, my eyes still on her moving body.
“Who's Sandra?” Blondie purred. Fuck, she still here?
Sandra looked up, her bright green eyes taking in Blondie on me. Her lip twitched in disgust, and she turned away.
“No one you should worry about, babe.” I peeled her off me. “Be a doll and get me a beer.”
She fluttered eyelashes caked in mascara. “Of course.” She hopped off of me and I patted her ass, turning my attention back to the guys.
“Who was that?” Josh asked.
“Good question, dude.” I shrugged. “Some chick.”
I caught sight of Sandra pushing her way through the crowd, Maggie, Leila, and bisexual girl following her.
“Hey, reckon the girls would be pissed if I chased after her?” Austin asked, following her with his eyes.
“Maggie would beat the shit out of you.” Josh nudged him and leaned against the arm of the sofa. “Leila and Kayle, too, actually.”
Kayle. That's the bisexual girl.
“Sandra would likely kick my ass, too,” I added, looking at them. “You'd need to get that girl down the aisle before she dropped her pants for you.”
“Marriage? Fuck that.” Austin shook his head. “I'm too hot for that shit, dude.”
He wasn't far off, at least not in the eyes of the girls here. He was never short of a quick one or two on a weekend.
“Marriage?” Josh repeated. “Nah, you just gotta make the chick fall in love with you. Make her fall in love and bam, there it is. Piece of ass, and a hot one, too.”
I tilted my head slightly, studying them both. “She's like a fuckin' china doll, though. If you did it too hard, she'd break.”
“I'd break it,” Austin said. “Just without the love shit.”
“I reckon you could do it.” Josh took a swig of beer and glanced at me.
“A week?” Austin tapped his chin.
“Nah,” I said.
“A month,” Josh said with finality. “She ain't gonna be easy to break, but she'll give it up in a month. You could do it, Jack.”
“Dude, you realize that's your girlfriend's friend? You're askin' me to get her to fall in love with me, fuck her, then dump her.” Not that I wouldn't mind a chance to fuck Sandra Edwards. In fact, I'd pay for that damn chance.
Josh shrugged. “Like Leila will ever find out. This shit stays between us three. Jack seducing a girl ain't exactly gonna be out of place, is it?”
“Do it.” Austin grinned. “Make her fall in love with you. If anyone can, you can.”
“Dunno.” I leaned back and looked at the dance floor. She was back – all four of them were.
She was doing that hip thing again, swaying them from side to side. She shook her hair out and laughed. Leila exaggerated a wink over to Josh, and he smirked. Leila turned back and said something, making Sandra look over her shoulder. Her green eyes met mine.I smiled slowly, the smile that got me anything. I winked. One side of her glossy pink mouth curled up, and she looked away again, her hair flicking with the movement of her head.
“Well?” Josh nudged my head. “You gonna do it?”
“Challenge accepted, boys,” I said, resting my arms behind my head. “One month from now, Sandra Edwards will be in love with me and in my bed. You can count on that
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