Ashnaa
Favoured Frenzy
Continued from chapter 1 -
https://www.chatzozo.com/forum/threads/crossing-the-line-chapter-1.74341/#post-908440
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Seeking reclusion, Jessica found herself locked in thought in the corner of the common room, her back to the room as she surveyed the party. Her mind went from anxiously watching and waiting for the end of Harry's banter to the illicit thoughts of what was sure to come the moment he was done. Jessica was definitely a girl of needs, and while it had only been a few days since the last chance she had to fuck Harry, her desire was greatly growing. She contemplated whether she would ride him or be taken from behind? Then again, maybe Harry should do some of the work after making her wait. It had been almost 20 minutes of detailed planning by the loving girlfriend before her train of thought was broken.
"Hey you." Tom greeted as he waved his hand playfully in front of Jessica's eyes to divert her attention. He lifted his foot up and pressed it flat against the wall behind him, leaning against it next to Jessica. "You're awfully quiet tonight."
"Your drunk squad has taken my boyfriend." Jessica scowled back, though she instantly regretted the harshness of her words, she knew Tom quite well, and this was hardly his fault. Jessica gave a quick sigh before apologising, sounding far more welcoming the second time around. "Sorry, I just wish he was celebrating a little more with me."
"Another great semester for him." Tom said appreciatively. "He deserves to get blinded."
Jessica gave a smile, though didn't turn her eyes from her boyfriend. Tom was right, he had worked insanely hard to get to where he was, and this was his chance to suck in the gratification of his efforts.
The pair leant against the wall for a short while making idle chatter between them. Jessica never felt awkward hanging around with Tom, he was just the sort of guy she could happily talk to without the need to force conversation. For short whiles the conversation died and the pair used the time to appreciate some friendly company, only to flare up now and again with heated bursts of perverted conversation, only too typical for Tom.
"Treat him well tonight." Tom nudged Jessica playfully with his muscular arm. "My boy deserves it."
"You could just blow him yourself." Jessica joked. "We all know you're so proud of him."
"I think we both know you'd do a far better job." Tom laughed before propping himself off the wall and standing before Jessica. "Good job with tonight, Jess, but I'm off to bed."
"What!?" Jessica asked, shocked and irritated by Tom's decision to go to bed so early, it was barely midnight, Tom usually was showing up to parties about now. "No, come have a few drinks."
"Nah." Tom shrugged. "I'm pretty tired and I've got a couple of things to get sorted tomorrow anyway."
Jessica wasn't sure if she was more disappointed or furious at Tom's decision. She knew full well if he had gone to bed then she wouldn't be able to take Harry down there herself. The entire nights anticipation and burning lust for her boyfriend would be pointless if she didn't have a chance to relieve herself of it with him.
"Come on, just a little longer." Jessica pleaded, trying not to sound too desperate.
"You have enough people here to keep the party going." Tom smiled, raising his brow at Jessica in speculation of her motives. He was right, a few members of nearby dorms had joined in the celebration and the top floor was now heaving with party-goers.
"You're no fun." Jessica sighed in defeat, though trying to sound casual about his parting.
"Then you won't mind if I go!" Tom laughed before turning around, he gave a short wave to Jessica as he made his way across the room.
Jessica watched him move across the room, giving his goodbyes to friends. His arrival in other areas caused a couple of cheers followed by some loud disappointed groans at the news. She watched him give Harry a slap around the back before making his way to the stairway door. Jessica was certain her night couldn't get any worse from her on out. Irritated by the prospect of another night of sexual repression, she decided to grab herself a drink.
https://www.chatzozo.com/forum/threads/crossing-the-line-chapter-1.74341/#post-908440
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Seeking reclusion, Jessica found herself locked in thought in the corner of the common room, her back to the room as she surveyed the party. Her mind went from anxiously watching and waiting for the end of Harry's banter to the illicit thoughts of what was sure to come the moment he was done. Jessica was definitely a girl of needs, and while it had only been a few days since the last chance she had to fuck Harry, her desire was greatly growing. She contemplated whether she would ride him or be taken from behind? Then again, maybe Harry should do some of the work after making her wait. It had been almost 20 minutes of detailed planning by the loving girlfriend before her train of thought was broken.
"Hey you." Tom greeted as he waved his hand playfully in front of Jessica's eyes to divert her attention. He lifted his foot up and pressed it flat against the wall behind him, leaning against it next to Jessica. "You're awfully quiet tonight."
"Your drunk squad has taken my boyfriend." Jessica scowled back, though she instantly regretted the harshness of her words, she knew Tom quite well, and this was hardly his fault. Jessica gave a quick sigh before apologising, sounding far more welcoming the second time around. "Sorry, I just wish he was celebrating a little more with me."
"Another great semester for him." Tom said appreciatively. "He deserves to get blinded."
Jessica gave a smile, though didn't turn her eyes from her boyfriend. Tom was right, he had worked insanely hard to get to where he was, and this was his chance to suck in the gratification of his efforts.
The pair leant against the wall for a short while making idle chatter between them. Jessica never felt awkward hanging around with Tom, he was just the sort of guy she could happily talk to without the need to force conversation. For short whiles the conversation died and the pair used the time to appreciate some friendly company, only to flare up now and again with heated bursts of perverted conversation, only too typical for Tom.
"Treat him well tonight." Tom nudged Jessica playfully with his muscular arm. "My boy deserves it."
"You could just blow him yourself." Jessica joked. "We all know you're so proud of him."
"I think we both know you'd do a far better job." Tom laughed before propping himself off the wall and standing before Jessica. "Good job with tonight, Jess, but I'm off to bed."
"What!?" Jessica asked, shocked and irritated by Tom's decision to go to bed so early, it was barely midnight, Tom usually was showing up to parties about now. "No, come have a few drinks."
"Nah." Tom shrugged. "I'm pretty tired and I've got a couple of things to get sorted tomorrow anyway."
Jessica wasn't sure if she was more disappointed or furious at Tom's decision. She knew full well if he had gone to bed then she wouldn't be able to take Harry down there herself. The entire nights anticipation and burning lust for her boyfriend would be pointless if she didn't have a chance to relieve herself of it with him.
"Come on, just a little longer." Jessica pleaded, trying not to sound too desperate.
"You have enough people here to keep the party going." Tom smiled, raising his brow at Jessica in speculation of her motives. He was right, a few members of nearby dorms had joined in the celebration and the top floor was now heaving with party-goers.
"You're no fun." Jessica sighed in defeat, though trying to sound casual about his parting.
"Then you won't mind if I go!" Tom laughed before turning around, he gave a short wave to Jessica as he made his way across the room.
Jessica watched him move across the room, giving his goodbyes to friends. His arrival in other areas caused a couple of cheers followed by some loud disappointed groans at the news. She watched him give Harry a slap around the back before making his way to the stairway door. Jessica was certain her night couldn't get any worse from her on out. Irritated by the prospect of another night of sexual repression, she decided to grab herself a drink.