“Who was it with?” Kara asks.
“That High School friend,” Deena chimes in, and I don’t correct her.
“Did you get your souvenir?” Kara inquires. I pull the wrapper from my purse and hold it gingerly between my fingers and both girls shriek.
“Where’s yours, Deena?” I challenge. She gets up and comes back from the bedroom with her proof.
“Was Ken from upstairs the lucky guy?” I ask.
“Maybe,” is all Deena cryptically offers.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you two,” Kara cries as she puts her face in her hands.
“See this calendar hanging here, I will write our names here and make tally marks as we go along,” Deena tells us. Guilt clouds my face. I’m cheapening last night with Grant. He was absolutely charming, and pampered me by cooking for me. If he knew about this bet we have going, I don’t think he would approve. With my head hung low I walk into my bedroom, undress and get in the shower. Maybe soap and a hot shower will wash off the sins of last night.
Chapter 6
~clarissa~
Monday morning as I’m walking into class, my gut tightens and my heart starts racing at the thought of seeing Grant again. He hasn’t arrived yet and I take a seat towards the back as usual. I take in my surroundings and the usual girls are sitting up front, jockeying for position to be Professor Montgomery’s next conquest, no doubt. Been there, done that. Next...
“Hey, how are you doing?” a friendly and hunky guy plops down in the seat next to me.
“Oh, hey, good. How about you?” I say politely. I recognize him from the last couple of classes. I think his name was Jason something.
“Barely got my rough draft done for today,” he shares.
“Are you a last minute homework kind of guy?” I tease with a smile.
“You could say that,” he says, smiling back at me. Just then Professor Montgomery walks into the room. My stomach does a flip at the sight of him; damn he is sexy. He paces back and forth across the classroom as he gives today’s lesson and I can barely concentrate on what he is saying. My mind keeps replaying our night together. I still can’t believe he has touched me in my most intimate places. I become aroused at the thought. In the midst of my daydreaming the class is starting to pack up their books and class is dismissed. As I’m heading out the door I hear Professor Montgomery call out to me.
“Miss Clarkson, may I have a word with you?” So much for being discreet! I turn around and Jason raises his eyebrows at me. Great.
“Yes, Professor,” I say, as I walk up to him. Most of the class has now filed out.
“I wanted to go over your paper with you,” he says, stalling for time as the last student walks out.
“So much for being discreet,” I say softly.
“Come over tonight,” he commands.
“I better not, we could get in trouble,” I offer cautiously.
“It’s too late for that,” he presses.
“Maybe tomorrow night, I have a biology test tomorrow,” I say, and it’s the truth.
“Well I don’t want to get in the way of your studies,” he says, raking a hand through his hair.
“I need to go and get to my next class,” I say turning on my heel and I can feel his eyes boring into my backside as I walk out of the classroom without a glance back.
At lunchtime, I meet up with Deena in the food court. We’re seated and eating our lunch when Jason from English saunters by with a couple of other hunky looking guys. They’re a little rowdy.
“Hey Clarissa,” he says, waving as he walks on by.
“Hey Jason,” I wave back with a smile.
“Do you know who that is?” Deena says, gawking at him.
“I think his name is Jason something, he’s in my English class. Why do you ask, do you think he’s hot? He seems friendly enough, in a frat boy kind of way,” I trail off.
“That’s Jason Bancroft,” is all she offers at first.
“Okay, so…am I supposed to know who he is?”
“Hello, heir to the Bancroft Fortune. Bancroft Publishing House publishes all of the fashion magazines we read, amongst other things,” she gushes.
“Hmm, I had no idea,” I say, shrugging my shoulders like it’s no big deal because it isn’t.
“He’s a big fish, if you could hook him you would be set for life girl,” Deena dreams on.
“Well, perhaps for a Close Encounter,” I tease her.
“No more than that, how about a ‘Relationship’?” Deena says in all seriousness.
“Listen to you. Aren’t you getting way ahead of yourself?” I chastise her.
“Hey, we need to find husbands eventually,” she says nonchalantly.
“I don’t believe my ears Deena. You’re the one who is corrupting us all with this Close Encounter challenge. You encourage no strings fun, which isn’t working too well for me by the way. My Saturday guy wants to see me again,” I confide in her, which could come back to bite me later.
“What are you going to do? Was he good, are you going back for more?” she giggles.
“You are so bad. Yes, it was earth shattering,” I admit, waggling my eyebrows.
“Well, you could go for seconds, but it may set you back on your goal to reach four encounters this month. It’s up to you girl. I gotta run to my next class now. See you back at the apartment later,” Deena chirps as she grabs her backpack and heads off. I have some time to kill until my next class and check my cell phone for any emails or text messages.
“Hey Clarissa,” I hear a male voice come up behind me. It’s Jason Bancroft again.
“Oh, hi Jason,” I say looking up at him. He pulls the chair out that Deena was sitting in and takes a seat. He rests his arms on the table, interlocks his hands and leans in towards me.
“What are you up to Thursday night?” he asks in a low, sexy voice.
“Nothing that I know of.” I told Grant I would go over tomorrow, Tuesday, I remind myself.
“Well, my fraternity is having a party. Why don’t you come by and bring your roommates?” he says with a captivating smile as his eyes crinkle at the corners.
“That sounds like fun. I’m sure a couple of them would be up for it,” I reply.
“Great, see you around,” he says as he gets up and walks away. He’s a little cocky, but I like a confident guy. This party will be perfect for the girls to find someone to start getting their tally marks. My cell phone bings, alerting me to a text. I glance down at it.
Grant: I will be expecting you tomorrow evening.
A smile spreads across my face. I do like him, a lot. More than I care to admit. But he is trouble with a capital “T”, in more ways than one.
*****
When I get home from school everyone is home, which is unusual with our crazy class schedules.
“I got an invitation to a frat party this Thursday and we are all going,” I command over dinner.
“Who invited us?” Deena asks.
“None other than ‘THE’ Jason Bancroft himself,” I say teasingly.
“I’m so there,” Deena says, and she can barely contain her excitement.
“I knew you would be. What about you two?” I ask, looking at Kara and Lexi.
“I guess I will go,” Kara says unenthusiastically.
“I’ve never been to a frat party. Are they rowdy?” Lexi asks timidly. Oh brother, she will definitely be cleaning the apartment for the next three months!
“They can be, and you are going. We will protect you if you want protecting. This will be a great opportunity to find a guy for a Close Encounter,” I tease as Deena and I give each other a high five.
~~To Be Continued~~
~~In Close Encounters 2~~
Close Encounters 2
New Adult and College Romance Series
Book 2
By
C.C. Cartwright
ONE
~clarissa~
It’s Tuesday and Grant is expecting me to come over
tonight. I’ve been getting aroused all day just thinking about it. Sex with him is off the charts sizzling hot. I knew he would ruin me for anyone else. I can’t resist him, his body, his bedroom skills and his culinary skills. Not only does he satisfy my sexual appetite, he also satisfies my appetite for food! He leaves my body humming and my stomach full, what more could a girl ask for? Not to mention he’s great eye candy. He is definitely swoon worthy; all I have to do is sit in class and watch all the girls in the front row, desperate for a taste of him. They are so freaking obvious, it’s quite a nauseating spectacle to witness. When I get to class this morning Jason calls me over to come and sit next to him.
“Do you see how all the girls in here drool over this guy? I don’t know what he’s got that I don’t,” Jason teases me. God, I swallow hard at that one.
“Yeah, I know it’s nauseating how obvious these girls up front are. They make a spectacle out of themselves,” I scoff.
“Don’t I know it,” Jason agrees. Professor Montgomery walks to the front of the class and starts to hand back our initial writing assignment. Wonder what grade he gave me on my paper. A- Unique Voice, look forward to reading more of your work
“How did you do? He gave me a C,” Jason says, peering over at my paper.
“I hear he can be tough grader,” I say softly.
“He gave you an A, maybe he gives all the girls an A,” Jason says, winking at me just as Grant is passing by our row. I know he saw that and will give me a hard time tonight. I hope he gives me a hard time tonight. I laugh to myself at my own dirty thoughts.
As soon as I get home from school I get in the shower and work on getting sexy and smelling sweet for my Professor tonight. I want to be simply irresistible.
TWO
~Clarissa~
The minute I walk through the door of his condo he kisses me passionately and then leads me straight to the bedroom. What, no dinner? I suppose he wants me to satisfy his other appetite first.
After another earth shattering session with my Sex God of a Professor, we snuggle and bask in the afterglow. My head is resting on his chest as he holds me in his arms. His fingertips lightly stroke my arm. I can hear his heart beating. I love being with him; he makes me feel like a woman. A sexy and wanton woman, a girl no longer, and that’s an exhilarating emotion for me.
“What are you thinking?” Grant asks softly.
“You make me feel like a woman, a girl no longer,” I whisper into the darkness as I slide my hand across his bare chest. His body arouses all of my senses. This pillow talk almost feels more intimate than the actual act itself.
“You’re every bit a sexy woman, Clarissa. I love that I’m the one responsible for your sexual awakening,” he murmurs kissing my forehead.
“How are your classes going?”
“Pretty well I think. I love the whole college experience.”
“I see Jason Bancroft swarming around you like a bee to honey. You know who he is, right?”
“Yes, my roommate Deena enlightened me. Bancroft Publishing heir, lucky sperm.” Grant chuckles at my assessment of the Bancroft boy.
“Has he asked you out yet?”
“Well, not exactly.”
“What does that mean?” Grant pulls away from me and props himself up on one elbow to look at my face.
“He just invited my roommates and I to his fraternity party Thursday night.”
“Are you going?”
“Yes, all four of us are planning on going.” Grant lies back down and just stares at the ceiling and says nothing more.
I slowly take his tempting nipple in my mouth wanting to taste the salt on his skin and then I gaze up at his face. He is stoic, with no expression. I pepper his chest with kisses and taste the other delicious nipple, his smooth, muscled chest is so enticing. I sit up, raking my hands over his incredibly sexy six pack abs and straddle him between my legs. Finally, his eyes travel to my breasts as his hands reach up and cup them, his thumbs skimming lightly over my pert nipples. His touch makes my core burn for him. I’m ready for round two as I reach over to retrieve another condom from his drawer. I want to ride him this time and be in control of my own pleasure. His eyes are watching my every move as I tear open the wrapper and roll it onto his shaft; it twitches on contact. Raising up I straddle him and stroke his bulbous tip along my sensitive nub, causing me to shudder and let out a throaty groan.
“Ride me,” Grant commands.
“With pleasure, Professor,” I say wickedly, looking at him through hooded eyes as I take him in inch by glorious inch until he can’t go any deeper. I let out a gasp as he’s deeper than I thought anyone could go.
“That’s it baby,” he encourages as he grips my cheeks, pulling me down onto his incredible length. I start to move, grinding down on him with my swollen bud and I tremble with each rub. I close my eyes and throw my head back, getting lost in the tantalizing sensation that is so Grant.
Our breathing is growing ragged as I continue to really ride him. Then with one fell swoop he rolls me over onto my back and is on top of me, still inside me and completely covering me with his magnificent body. He is thrusting into me at a lightning quick pace as we both anticipate our release. My hips arch into him as we both peak together, leaving us breathless. He holds my hands down on the bed and his handsome face is within inches of mine.
“Don’t let anyone else get in your panties, do I make myself clear?” he says with tension in his voice.
“Yes,” is all I manage to whisper out breathlessly as I come down from the most incredible sex of my life.
“Grant, are you upset with me?”
“Only mad at myself,” he sighs out.
“Why are you mad at yourself?”
“I should have never started this,” he clips out.
“Hey, I tried to beg off from coming over again, but you were the one to press for it,” I say, feeling wounded by his words.
“I find myself wanting more with you,” he says. He is every bit as addictive as I suspected he would be. He’s amazing in the sack, too amazing. How am I ever going to move on after this has run its course? Guess I will have to cross that bridge when I come to it.
“I’m hungry. Are you going to feed me tonight and satisfy my appetite for food?” I tease.
“Let’s go in the kitchen and I’ll get dinner ready.”
THREE
~clarissa~
Deena gets herself all dolled up for Jason’s frat party; I probably come in a close second in the dolled up department. Then there’s Kara and Lexi. I walk into their room and try to help them glam themselves up for a change.
“How do you expect to score in that shapeless sweater, Kara? You’ve got a hot body under there, show it off girl,” I encourage her.
“I don’t know if I’m cut out for this challenge Deena is putting us up to,” Kara speaks out, and Lexi nods her head in agreement. “I’m actually a little shocked that you went through with one Close Encounter already. Was it with your High School boyfriend?”
“I’m not at liberty to say. I’ve decided to protect the innocent, my Close Encounters shall remain nameless,” I say confidently so there is no argument.
“That’s probably a smart idea,” Kara sighs out.
*****
By the time we finally walk into the party the Sigma Chi house is packed to the brim inside and out. They sure know how to throw a party.
I first catch a glimpse of Jason in the backyard over by the keg. They have a good DJ blaring dance tunes. I see Jason weaving his way through the crowd over to me. He comes up to us and I introduce him to all of my roommates.
“Come on, let’s dance,” he says, grabbing my hand. I give my red solo cup of beer to Kara to hold for me. Muse’s Supermassive Black Hole is blaring. This is one of my favorite dance songs with a great beat and I get into it as Jason grinds up behind me. He slowly slides his hand suggestively down the side of my body. This is getting to be oh-so-sexy; I’m heating up by the touch of his confident han
ds. Everybody is grinding on each other, typical frat party behavior. I now see Deena out here on the dance floor with some hunk worthy guy. The song ends and Jason and I part ways as he excuses himself to go and welcome some other party guests.
The next time I run into Jason is in the kitchen inside the house. He approaches me and asks if I want a ‘Tour’ of the house. I know it’s probably not a good idea, but after the few beers I’ve had my judgement isn’t the best, so I go along.
Once we get upstairs and walk down a long hallway with numerous bedrooms off it on both sides, we get to the end and he points and says this is his room. I pause at the doorway and comment on how messy it is. He steps in close to me and now I’m backed against the wall. He places his hand above my head and leans into me. He tilts my chin up and he goes in for a kiss. I’m not sure how I feel about this kiss as he starts searching with his tongue and I part my lips hesitantly. Then something makes me pull away and I clear my throat.
“What is it?” he whispers, in a sexy bedroom voice.
“Well, I kind of just started seeing someone,” I blurt out.
“Mmm, does he go to school here?” he asks. God, if that isn’t a loaded question.
“Sort of,” is all I can come up with.
“Oh, is he a part-time student?” he presses.
“You could say that,” I offer.
“Ok. I respect that,” Jason replies and lets it go. “We should head back downstairs.” As we walk back down the hall I see a girl going into one of the bedrooms with one of the guys and they close the door. I cringe inside; that could have been Jason and I. They all must have a different girl every other night. Hope they keep a large supply of condoms around here. Suddenly, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket.
Grant: Remember what I said about your panties.
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