Jessica Williams is currently in her first year undergrad. She is currently working on a business degree with a minor in creative writing. She has written multiple stories including Kansas Trials, which despite the title was actually based on her childhood home in Roswell Georgia like her other short stories. Jessica writes primarily Romance, Erotic Romance, and general fiction.
“I can't man.” Trent said shaking his head. “I just can't talk to her if that's true.”
“Believe it or not, it is.” Milo responded.
“How do you know though?”
“I just know alright?”
“But---” Trent started.
“She is what she is and she does what she does. If you like that then go for it, but I suggest you bark up a different tree.” Milo shrugged. “It’s up you.” he said walking away. Trent stood there speechless, wondering if what he had just learned was true.
He walked into the band room that afternoon, and saw her in the office on the couch. She was laughing. She was beautiful, majestic, alluring. He watched her as he swiped a hand down the side of his face. Did he want to believe that what Milo said was true, or did he want to get to know her and find out for himself?
He walked into the office and sat on the adjacent couch from the one she was on. She was laughing at whatever Crane was showing her on his phone. Her laugh was so warm and inviting. It almost made him laugh too. How does Crane do it? He has to know what people say about her, how can he just ignore it?
Jesara stopped laughing and looked at Trent. “How are you? Haven’t seen you in a bit.” Trent was stunned, unable to speak. Her chocolate brown eyes pierced into his soul as he searched for an answer. “I’m fine.” he replied. He looked over her. Her thick dark hair hung effortlessly in tight curls, her dark eyes glinted. Her skin almost flawless, and her dark pink pouty “kiss me” lips. She smiled exposing her near perfect pearly whites.
“So what are you doing this weekend?” She asked
“Uh… I … uh… I don’t know yet.” He stammered.
“Well I'm inviting the usual over tonight, for my famous weekend long sleepover. Wanna come?”
His eyes opened wide. He had no idea how to answer. Of course he wanted to go. He wanted to spend a weekend in Jesara’s house, go to sleep and wake up with her. But, if what Milo said about her was true, was that the best idea for him?
“Ill...Um--” he started. “I'll have to think about it.” Her face scrunched up in question. “Oh, okay.” she replied. “It’s just that...I might have to help my step dad this weekend.” He lied. “Its fine, if you can come cool, but if not that's fine too.” She smiled at him. She used Cranes knee to stand up, and walked out of the office, Crane followed her like a puppy.
Trent stared at the door, wondering what he should do. He didn't want to believe what Milo said, but Jesara was so pretty, it would make sense if she were a little… well ‘promiscuous’. In his mind, he decided to go and not develop a relationship with her. He sighed, got up off of the couch, and left the office. He grabbed his book bag then left the band room to walk to his car.
When he got home, he went straight to his room, pulled out his phone. He opened his messages and texted Jes. Looks like I can make it! Super excited. It read. He put his phone down on the bed and walked to his closet to pack. A few moments later his phone bleeped. It was from Milo. I just heard you’re going to Jesara’s sleep over. I can’t believe you would still go knowing she’s just a dirty slut. Trent stared at the message, unable to comprehend why he would say that. It must be true, if he was so passionate about keeping him away from her. But how could Milo possibly know? He didn’t know her. They didn’t even talk. His phone bleeped again this time from Jesara.
GR8! I’m happy to hear that! It’s gonna be so fun. Don’t forget your PJs! Trent couldn’t help but smile, his tummy warming. He liked her. He really did, but he could never push himself to date someone...slutty.
He pulled up to her house at 8 and parked on the street. He looked at her stately house. A few other cars were parked on the street and in the driveway. The usual 10 plus me. He muttered and trotted to the front door. He rang the doorbell, and after a few beats Jesara answered. She had on an oversized sweater, blue pajama shorts, and knee high fuzzy socks. Her face lit up when she saw him, and she gave him a hug. She pulled away and they walked into the house.
She held his hand as she led him to the basement. He looked at her, her thick pony tail bouncing as she walked. Then he remembered what Milo had said about her. He pulled his hand away without thinking. She looked at him, hurt flashed in her eyes. He smiled and pushed passed her to go down the stairs.
Victoriana and Elia were laughing at the bottom of the stairs, positioning sleeping bags in the hall. Cole, Luciano, and Andre were in the family room playing a game while Jean, Allyse, Maylee, and Crane watched. He scanned the room for Aksel before confirming he was in the john. “Looks like the gangs all here.” Trent said, turning to look at Jesara.
She was looking down at the floor, “Yes, we’re gonna party till we’re purple.” she said, sarcasm evident in her voice. Her normally sparkling eyes were dim. She seemed almost angry.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yeah, it’s whatever.” she said
“That wasn’t exactly a no.” he said grabbing her arm. She yanked her arm away. “Trent, don’t fucking touch me. The hell is wrong with you?” At this Crane got up and walked over to them. “What’s goin on guys?” He asked.
“Nothing… nothing important at least.” Jesara said.
“Come on Jes, I wanna know what’s wrong.” Trent said.
“How about we get back to the party, and if Jes feels like talking to you tonight, then y’all can talk then, ok?” Crane pleaded. Trent looked from Crane to Jesara. “Fine.” he said. “Fine.” she agreed. She turned away, walked to the couch, and sat down next to Jean.
Trent looked back at Crane. “Why the fuck did you get yourself involved?” Trent asked.
“It’s Jesara, I’m always involved. Don’t think I don’t know exactly what’s goin on here. I know why you didn’t want to come over this weekend. Trust me, I know what Milo says, I know what everyone says. But, Jesa’s someone who just attracts the wrong kind of attention. She’s well...She’s hot. And, she’s mine. She will be mine. You don't deserve her, especially since you could believe the slop you heard. You disgust me.” Crane said, turning away. Crane walked into the kitchen and started popping popcorn. Trent went and sat down on the couch close to Jesara. She looked at him, squinted her eyes, got up, and went to the game room.
Trent followed her. She was standing in the middle of the room with her arms crossed over her chest. The light cast down over her, like a vail. She had shaken her ponytail out, and her coils hung around her shoulders. It to everything in his power to not grab her and kiss her right there. His phone bleeped. He tried to ignore it. “You really should answer that,” she said coolly. “It’s probably one of your friends.” he pulled his phone out and looked at the message. It was from Milo again. You know man, if you want to fuck the whore, then fuck her. It’s really none of my business. If you like loose good for you. He looked back up to Jesara, her anger was prevalent. “Look---, Did I do something wrong earlier? Your entire mood changed in seconds.”
“What the hell do you take me for?” she asked.
“Meaning?” he demanded.
“You talk about my mood changing… Your entire view of me seems to have change. What happened? What do you take me for?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Earlier. My hand? You acted like it was on fire.”
“Jes… Jesa I just----, I don’t know, I hear things.”
“Things? What things?”
“Milo… he just told me some things about you.”
“What the hell could Milo tell you? He doesn't know SHIT about me! We aren’t friends, I’ve never even talked to him.”
He sighed, even angry she was still unbelievably beautiful. He wanted her. He wanted to touch her, feel her skin under his fingertips. “I’m sorry Jes.” He said, moving closer to her. “I never believed him anyway.” He was standing over her. She looked up into his eyes. He leaned down and kissed her. “He’s dumb.” he said kissing her again. She smiled at him. “What did he say anyway?” this time she kissed him. “He said you were a hoe. I knew he was lying. I knew he didn’t know you like that.” She pushed away from him. “What!?” she asked. “He said you were a slut but I didn’t really believe him.” he said. “You were going to avoid holding my hand, because of what Milo said?” She asked. “Well that and having sex with you of course.” He shrugged. “What the hell makes you think I would even want to have sex with you? I can’t believe you!” she said pushing past him to leave the room. “You’re right, he was lying. Even if he was telling the truth, I can’t believe you would avoid me, before talking to me about it. Ask me before judging me asshole.”
She slipped out of the door. Trent stood there motionless. He kissed her, he finally kissed her and managed to fuck it up. He took out his phone, and texted Milo. U fucked up my chances with her man. Why the hell would U lie to me about that? He left the game room. She was in the kitchen now talking to Aksel. He shook his head, realizing how badly he had messed up, and took a spot on the couch next to Cole, Jesara’s ex-boyfriend. They had dated for two years, and still somehow managed to be friends after he broke up with her. How? His phone bleeped, Milo. Dude she fucks with everyone. Don’t think for one second that she’s not just messing with u. I’m glad I fucked it up for u. I’m glad that she’s not going to fuck u. U know that’s all u wanted from her. He balled his fists after reading the message. How could Milo be such a jerk? How could Trent be such a jerk for believing him? How did Cole manage to still get along with her? How was Crane able to ignore what people said about her and still love her? How did Andre and Luciano manage not to upset her, when he so easily did? He turned to look at her in the kitchen, she was laughing again. So sexy. So damn sexy.
It was about three in the morning when they finally settled down to go to bed. Trent placed his sleeping bag next to Jesara’s. She didn’t put up a fight, it seemed as if she had forgotten what he had said. When they were settled and comfortable, they dozed off to sleep.
Trent woke up later feeling warm silky lips on his. Hair brushed his cheek. It was soft. He knew it was Jesara. He held her face in his hands, and she shifted to be on top of him. His cock twitched under her. She moaned quietly as she kissed him harder, slowly tracing his lips with her tongue. He opened his mouth and let her tongue explore, He held her in his arms slowly moving his hands around her back. He slid them down her ass, gripping its firmness. He wanted to take her right there, but he remembered they were lying next to everyone.
“Uhh...Jesa?” he whispered, “Everyone is around us.”
“MMM I know.” she purred into his ear.
“I want you so badly.” he said.
“Then take Me.” she slipped her hand down into his sleeping bag and gripped his erect dick. He sighed, and almost creamed in her hand. “Jes---” he breathed. She slowly unzipped his sleeping bag and pulled it back. She reached into his pajama bottoms and took his cock in her hands. She slowly stroked him and gently massaged his balls.
“How do you like it?” she cooed into his ear.
“Jesa--I want you.” he said shaking.
“Like I said. Just take me.” she said as she bit down on his neck. He moaned audibly. To his left, someone shifted in their sleeping bag. Had he woken someone up?
She leaned down and took his arousal in his mouth. The warmth caused him to make a loud grunt. Someone shifted again, this time standing up. Jesara kept going. He tried to get her to stop, but she kept going at his dick. Then a flashlight was shined on them. Jesara looked up, but continued to stroke him. “Cole, did we wake you?” she asked, then went back to sucking his cock. Cole just stood there slowly stroking his own dick through his pants. Seeing his ex-girlfriend blow another guy seemed to do wonders for his libido.
While Jesara blew Trent, Cole sat close to her and kissed her neck. Trent had never experienced anything like it. He came in her mouth. She looked up at him, pouty lips parted, and began licking the cum off of her lips. Trent felt someone kick his side, he turned to look, but nobody was there. Nobody was around them at all. He looked back a Jesara and Cole, they seemed to be fading away. He couldn’t feel her on top of him anymore. He blinked, and they disappeared.
When he opened his eyes again, it was morning. Jesara was sound asleep tucked in her sleeping bag. He felt a sense of euphoria as he laid there watching her breath. Then he felt his dick was wet...sticky. Disappointment set in as he looked and saw he creamed his pants. It was all just a dream, she hadn’t serviced a bro. She had been sleeping soundly next to him all night. Like she said, she wasn’t a hoe. Of course she didn’t like him like that.
He laid in his sleeping bag, going over the dream in his head. It felt so...real. He pulled out his phone and texted Milo. You are so wrong about her. She is NOT a hoe. Stop spreading that shit. Milo was wrong about her, totally wrong. He could see that now. He turned and looked at her. Her beautiful sexy face relaxed and innocent. She was perfection. She was pure. She was not a slut. He knew that now, and would never forget it.