Chapter 1: Introduction
Brooklyn's room was messy as hell.
The smattering of makeup smudges across the mirror, the overflowing laundry basket beside the bed, and the half-empty pizza boxes strewn across the floor told the tale of a life spent in partying and drinking far too much.
But all that chaos was a small price to pay for having Brooklyn as a roommate. The freewheeling, outgoing, short redhead with curls as fiery as her spirit made life not just bearable, but enjoyable.
On the other hand, Jocelyn's room was pristine.
Her love for order and cleanliness reflected her personality to a T. The bookshelf, neatly arranged by subject and alphabetical order, her minimalist furniture - all spoke volumes about her no-nonsense attitude towards life.
Jocelyn was a brilliant, introverted scholar, who had always been more comfortable with books than people. Standing a few inches shorter than Brooklyn, she had short brown hair and glasses that emphasized her dark eyes.
She was more than just pretty; she was an absolute bombshell - a fact that she never let herself believe.
Jocelyn was a feminist, a champion of women's rights, a fervent believer in the equality of sexes, and someone who vehemently protested against the objectification of women. So, it came as no surprise that she carried herself with an air of authority, always dressed modestly and avoided attracting unwanted attention.
Her academic prowess was undeniable. A brilliant mind worthy of the ivy-covered walls of Jocelyn's university. With a sharp intellect and an insatiable curiosity, she was by far the smartest in her class.
And yet, despite her many academic achievements, Jocelyn had only a handful of friends, mostly other academically-inclined individuals who didn't know quite what to make of her.
One such friend was Brooklyn, her red-haired, eccentric roommate. Rooted in her own different world, Brooklyn was the polar opposite of Jocelyn. She was fiery, vivacious, and always up for a good time.
Yet, despite their stark differences, or perhaps because of them, they shared a bond that surpassed the superficial.
Their friendship was a constant adventure, an exploration of two vastly different worlds coming together in a riot of laughter, shared meals, tears, and frustrations. It was a genuine bond that both of them cherished immensely.
Brooklyn, however, well, she had a nasty habit of amusing herself by pulling pranks on her innocent roommate. And it was one such prank that she was currently in the midst of, setting up a fake dating profile for Jocelyn. Little did she know that her innocent prank would bring about unintended consequences.
The profile she had created for Jocelyn was wildly inaccurate. Brooklyn had described Jocelyn as an airheaded, slutty party girl, someone whose biggest achievement in life was getting wasted at a club. Brooklyn couldn't help but laugh wildly to herself as she finished setting the account up.
She knew Jocelyn would be furious if she found out, but that only made it more fun. She was sure her roommate wouldn't even realize the account had been created anyway. A little harmless mischief couldn't hurt, right? She read the profile description out loud to herself before hitting submit. "Hiiiii my name is Joce and I'm looking for some fun! I love partying, meeting new people, and doing shots! No lie I'm a total airhead and don't take life too seriously, so if you're a stuck-up prude, I'm not for you! Swipe right and let's make some memories ;)"
Brooklyn shook her head and chuckled to herself. "Poor Jocelyn is gonna hate this. But it'll be worth it for the laughs," she thought.
Just after she submitted the account Jocelyn came barging into their shared living room, forcing Brooklyn to quickly tuck her phone away.
"Hey Jocelyn, what's up?" Brooklyn asked, feigning interest while secretly hoping her prank had gone undetected.
Jocelyn looked flustered, her gaze darting around the room as if searching for something. She finally met Brooklyn's eyes. "I think I left my phone charger over at the library," she said. "Can I borrow yours until I find mine?"
Brooklyn breathed a sigh of relief, she had been worried for a moment that Jocelyn was going to ask for her phone, which would have immediately ruined the prank with little to show for it, but she could lend her anxious roommate a charger without issue.
"Of course,” Brooklyn said casually, walking to her nightstand and picking up the charger before handing it to Jocelyn. “I was just there earlier today. It should still be at the desk by the front door if you go looking for it. Don't worry about it too much, it's probably just laying around somewhere."
Jocelyn accepted the charger with an embarrassed smile. “Thanks, Brookie.
I don’t know what I’d do without you sometimes,” Jocelyn said, smirking a little as she teasingly called Brooklyn ‘Brookie’.
Brooklyn stuck her tongue out at her roommate with mock annoyance, “Less of the ‘Brookie’ please, Jocelyn. You know I hate that nickname!”
Jocelyn laughed as she plugged in her phone, leaving their living room to attend her evening class. Jocelyn always looked forward to ENG 3652 more than the majority of her classes. Of course, the academic that she was, she enjoyed all of her courses thoroughly, but there was just something about advanced writing in poetry that allowed her to let go and embrace her creativity. Tonight's assignment was rather simple, write a haiku symbolizing a struggle you've endured throughout your life, and Jocelyn was attacking it with the same brilliant ease and passionate fervor she always felt when steeped in the world of academia.
It was almost ironic, she mused to herself as she wrote, the way something so simple could be so difficult, and how effortlessly she could find herself lost in the beautiful simplicity and rich complexity of the world of words.
While all of the other students sat simply staring blankly at their pages, struggling to make headway, it was easy for Jocelyn.
The words flowed freely onto her page as her pen danced gracefully across the lines. She found it absolutely fascinating how such a simple style of poetry could evoke such complexity. The entire room was silent for the most part, but she wasn’t phased in the least, she was far too invested in her work. When the class came to a close and each student was asked to read what they'd written in front of their peers, it was no shock to anyway that Jocelyn's received the most praise from the professor by far.
The others, who all floundered and struggled with the assignment, had nothing but appreciation for the ease and grace with which Jocelyn had embraced the challenge. In a way, they envied her effortless ability to write beautiful poetry, though they knew their own struggles and triumphs were written just as powerfully.
"Beautiful job, Jocelyn," the professor said flashing a warm smile her way. "Everyone wrote some excellent haikus here today, but yours managed to stand out above all the rest.
You truly have a gift with words." The professor said.
Jocelyn blushed, uncomfortable with the attention but genuinely pleased with the praise. "Thank you, Professor. I really enjoyed this assignment."
As the class filtered out, Jocelyn gathered her belongings, her thoughts still swirling around the beautiful and terrifying complexity of words. It was easier to navigate the academic language of a poem than the subtleties of human interaction. She didn't know why, but she just struggled to put herself and her feelings into a simple conversation with someone she hardly knew.
She preferred the safety net of texting and emails where she could articulate her thoughts fully and clearly before sending them out into the world. Sighing, she quickly left the building and made her way back to her apartment building, where she found Brooklyn cooking a nice dinner for the two of them.
"Smells amazing, Brookie," Jocelyn called out as she walked in and set her things down on the small entryway table.
Brooklyn turned from the stove and grinned her signature grin. "Glad to be home, huh?"
Jocelyn laughed and rolled her eyes as she made her way to the kitchen to help finish prepping the meal. "You know me too well."
As they ate dinner together, Brooklyn caught Jocelyn up on the happenings of her day and all the things she had seen and experienced on campus.
Jocelyn listened intently, her face a mix of amusement and disbelief as Brooklyn recounted the wild tales of the things she encountered. Jocelyn was much less animated in her recollections of her day, but Brooklyn listened just as intently, genuinely interested in Jocelyn's life and how her brilliant mind worked.
Soon enough the two of them finished their meals and went their separate ways, Brooklyn gearing up to go drinking for a bit, it WAS 'Thirsty Thursday' after all, and Jocelyn intent on getting to bed early so she could wake up for her 8am class the next day.
It was around noon the following day, thirty minutes or so after a slightly hungover Brooklyn had woken up and decided to make breakfast, when she was suddenly interrupted by her roommate rushing out of her room looking flustered and disheveled. " Brooklyn, Brooklyn!" She called, her voice barely audible over Brooklyn's hum of cooking. "Oh my god. Oh my god. I didn't wake up, I can't fucking believe that I didn't wake up !" Jocelyn blurted out, the panic etched onto her face.
Brooklyn turned the stove off and looked at Jocelyn in confusion. "Jocelyn, what's going on? You're scaring me." she said, genuinely concerned.
Jocelyn let out a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, but the wild look in her eyes made it clear that she was on the verge of tears. "My alarm, the alarm for my 8am class, it didn't wake me up! I completely slept through it. Oh god. We were supposed to have a quiz today too. I just don't understand. It usually ALWAYS works.
I've had that alarm set for years, and I don't remember a single time I've overslept because of it. But, there you have it. It didn't fucking wake me up today!"
Brooklyn's face softened at Jocelyn's distress. Quizzes always stressed the hell out of Jocelyn, due to her exceptionally high standards. She rarely lets anything pass her by without putting in maximum effort. Brooklyn, on the other hand, had a carefree attitude towards most things, including schoolwork.
But she couldn't help but get anxious when she saw Jocelyn so distressed. "Hey, hey, it's okay," Brooklyn reassured her. "It's just one quiz. It's not the end of the world."
Jocelyn shook her head, pacing around the kitchen. "It's not just the quiz, Brookie. That professor doesn't do make ups or extra credit, it'll be a zero, and it'll be almost impossible to recover enough to get a perfect grade in the class. My 4.0 GPA is ruined.
My whole future is going to shit because I didn't fucking wake up!" Jocelyn ranted on, her voice dripping with frustration. Brooklyn stood quietly, watching her roommate fall apart. It was hard to understand why Jocelyn was letting a singular quiz define her entire academic career. But Brookie could feel the weight of Jocelyn's anxiety and knew that trying to reason with her wasn't going to help.
Instead, she decided to make some coffee and offer it to Jocelyn as a calming gesture.
“Here, take a deep breath and have some coffee. Quizzes aren’t the end of the world,” Brooklyn said reassuringly.
Jocelyn sighed and took the mug from Brooklyn, sipping it carefully. “I know, I know. I just have a lot riding on my perfect GPA. It’s like the only thing I have going for me right now,” she admitted, looking down at her feet.
Brooklyn frowned. She had never seen Jocelyn so stressed out before. “That’s not true,” she said firmly.
“You’re more than just a GPA, Jocelyn. You’re brilliant and capable, and so much more than just a number on a piece of paper.”
Jocelyn nodded slowly, her shoulders slumping in defeat. I just couldn’t help but feel the weight of it all, you know?”
Brooklyn sighed and wrapped an arm around her friend’s shoulders. “Of course I do. But you can’t let it stress you out this much.
Life is bigger than just grades and academics, Jocelyn. There’s so much more to explore and experience,” Brooklyn said, trying to get her roommate's mind off the quiz and back onto the bright parts of life.
Jocelyn sighed and pulled away from her friend. It’s just… hard for me to shake off this feeling sometimes.”
Brooklyn nodded in understanding, "How about you just stay in with me the rest of the day, huh? Calm down, relax, shake off the nerves?" Brookie suggested gently, her green eyes attentive and compassionate.
Jocelyn shook her head no begrudgingly, taking another sip of her overly strong coffee. "Sorry, I just can't. I already missed my 10am class too and I'll be dammed if I miss my 1pm. I'll just go to Calc 4 and then I'll come right back" Jocelyn said, her determination evident in her voice. Brookie didn't think there was any talking her out of it now, so she reluctantly agreed that she would let Jocelyn leave. Strangely, Brooklyn noticed a few minutes later as Jocelyn rushed out the door that she was wearing her baby blue tank top. Normally, that by itself wouldn't have been odd, but Jocelyn always, always, wore button ups or sweaters over her tank tops. It wasn't scandalous by any means, but it was certainly out of the ordinary for the young coed.
Brooklyn made a mental note to bring it up with Jocelyn later - but for now, she had to rush off to her class.
As Jocelyn entered the classroom for her Calculus 4 class, she noticed something strange. Everyone kept staring at her and whispering to each other, pointing in her direction.
Jocelyn felt a twinge of anxiety. Despite sleeping in she felt like she had barely gotten any rest, and she was running on fumes.
"Jocelyn?" asked Erica, a rather shallow sorority girl who Jocelyn never particularly cared for but had been assigned a seat next to regardless and was nice enough that Jocelyn didn't feel she could openly express her disapproval toward the girl.
Looking confused, Jocelyn looked down at herself. "Yeah? It's me, why is everyone staring at me and whispering?" Jocelyn asked the vapid girl, confused as to why everyone was acting so strange despite her arriving 5 minutes early to class in the same exact fashion that she always had.
"Oh! I just think everyone is just kinda like surprised by the um, the tank top. Normally everything you wear is just so loose and baggy I don't think everyone knew about your, um... those" Erica trailed off, clearly uncomfortable speaking openly about Jocelyn's body.
Jocelyn's eyes widened in shock as she looked down at herself once more, now more closely examining her outfit. Oh god, the bimbo was right, she WASNT wearing any of her usual cover ups over her tank top.
Jocelyn groaned, ignoring the smirks of the girls around her, and dove into her bag for something to cover up. But as she rummaged through her things, she found that she had forgotten her sweater and jacket on her bed, back in her dorm room, having previously thrown them off when she had hastily gotten ready. Panic set in, and she had no choice but to steadfastly stare ahead as the minutes ticked by, clutching the edges of her tank top, wishing she could vanish into thin air.
"For what it's worth I think you look great gurlie. I had no clue you had titties like that" Erica said with a smile, noticing Jocelyn's anxiety and, in her typical shallow though process, wrongly assuming that Jocelyn was worried that the top didn't look good on her.
.
Jocelyn blinked before stuttering her way through a response. "Thank... thank you, Erica. I am just not used to..." Her words faded as the classroom door opened, and their calculus professor, Mr. Thompson, stepped in.
He took one glance around the room and froze, his gaze lingering longer than necessary on Jocelyn. The young woman instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly feeling exposed under his stare. Fortunately, he quickly resumed walking and made his way to the front of the class without a word.
It was thirty minutes into Professor Thompsons lesson when Jocelyn noticed another unusual thing about the day she was having thus far. She was BORED, REALLY BORED.
Calculus had always been a part of her life since high school, a constant in her academic journey and a subject she had mastered, yet today with the same professor, in the same classroom, for the same course, she was finding it difficult to focus.
She tried to concentrate on the calculus problems on the board, but her mind kept wandering back to the confusing events of her day - how she overslept, how her phone didn't ring and how she walked out in just a tank-top.
These thoughts swirled around in her mind like pieces of scattered jigsaw puzzle, and she couldn't seem to fit them together to make any sense.
"Ugh, this is so boring" Jocelyn groaned absent-mindedly, not loud enough for anyone to notice except for Erica. "OMG I know, right girl ie?" she said, almost laughing.
Jocelyn smiled weakly, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. She couldn't help but giggle along with the sorority girl over their shared disinterest. "For real though, like, he just goes on and on and on in that same monotone voice It's almost impressive that he keeps us all awake, honestly," Jocelyn said, her voice low enough not to draw the attention of the professor.
Erica chuckled in agreement, her gaze never leaving the board. "He's like a machine, just chugging along," she whisper-giggled.
Jocelyn glanced at Erica, taking in her expression. The two of them shared a moment of genuine human connection, something so rare for Jocelyn that it took her by surprise. Suddenly she wasn't sure why she had disliked the girl so much before. She was funny, and it was starting to seem like the two of them had a lot in common. "So um, you like, really think that I look good in this?" Jocelyn asked Erica hesitantly, still feeling uncomfortable about the sudden attention on her appearance.
"Absolutely, gurlie! I mean, if we're being completely honest here, you've always been pretty hot, but now that I can actually see your curves, um, it's like a whole new side of you came out," Erica replied with a wink.
Jocelyn couldn't help but laugh at Erica's bluntness.
"Well, thanks," she said, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "I've never really paid much attention to my appearance, but I suppose it's nice to know that... other people might."
Erica looked at Jocelyn with newfound admiration and a spark of friendship forming between them. "So," she began, "You want to grab lunch with me sometime? I think I might actually like hanging out with you."
Jocelyn was taken aback by Erica's sudden change in attitude. "Sure," she said hesitantly.
"I mean, I'm not really used to doing that sort of thing, but I'd be happy to give it a try."
Erica beamed. "Awesome! I know this great little place off campus. It's quiet, and the food is amazing. Plus, the owner is this super cute guy - total eye candy. Maybe we'll get lucky and he'll be working." She winked at Jocelyn, who couldn't help but laugh at her friend's openness. "Speaking of eye candy, Joce, Mark Roberts has been practically eye fucking you all class long ," Erica said, her voice low, conspiratorial.
Jocelyn stopped laughing and furrowed her brow in confusion. "Who's Mark Roberts?" she asked, knowing she must be missing something.
"Silas' younger brother," Erica answered, like it should have been common knowledge to Jocelyn.
"Silas? The head of the hockey team?" she queried, still confused.
"Yes, that Silas. Tall, blond, tan, and absolutely built. And his brother isn't far off. Look, he's right over there. He's been staring at you all class long gurlie ," Erica nudged Jocelyn in the ribs, and Jocelyn couldn't help but follow her gaze. Sure enough, there was a tall, charming young man sitting a few rows behind the lecture hall, looking intently at Jocelyn in a way that made her heart skip a beat. With handsome features, a chiseled jawline, a muscular build, and piercing blue eyes, she couldn't deny that he was quite attractive.
Jocelyn shook her head, surprised at this sudden influx of attention. "Oh my god, you're right. He's so hot too ," Jocelyn murmured, barely containing her giggles. Erica's eyes sparkled with excitement, and she gave a wicked grin, as if she had unlocked a secret doorway to some kind of adventure. " Told you so! Now do you see what I'm saying?"
Jocelyn couldn't help but blush, taken aback by this whirlwind of a day. "I guess so," she admitted, a little overwhelmed by the sudden shift in her reality.
Erica leaned in closer, her voice barely a whisper, and whispered, "Here's the thing about Mark Roberts - he has a reputation. He goes through girls like water and never looks back. Definitely douchebag vibes, but he has a HUGE dick"
Jocelyn swallowed hard, her heart beating faster.
She wasn't one for casual sex or even dating, but there was something about the way Mark had been looking at her that sent a shiver down her spine. She found herself considering the possibility, even as she dismissed it, knowing that it was the most irreverent thing she could ever do, considering her principles and personality.
"Um, like, how big are we talking here ?" she asked Erica, who nudged her back and giggled in response.
"I can show you if you want. I have a pic on my phone. Everyone in the sorority was sending it around." Erica said, grinning cheekily. Jocelyn hesitated for a moment, considering the potential ramifications of such an action. Erica, sensing her resistance, leaned in closer to her and whispered, "Come on, just take a look. I swear it's huge.
You won't regret it."
Jocelyn's heart skipped a beat at the prospect of seeing such an intimate image. She knew she was playing with fire here, but she couldn't resist the temptation. With a nod of her head, she signaled for Erica to proceed.
Erica pulled out her phone and quickly navigated to the photo. As Jocelyn stared at the image, she couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement surge through her body. She had never seen anything like it before, even in the explicit pornographic content she occasionally indulged in late at night, alone in her room. The image was clear and well-lit; Mark stood in a bathroom, butt naked, with his hand holding his erect penis up. It was easily the size of her forearm and practically pulsating with life.
"Oh my fucking god," Jocelyn muttered, unable to tear her eyes away from the image. Her body felt hot and her mind buzzed, images of what that monstrous tool could do to her swarming through her mind.
"Told you, right?" Erica said smugly, snapping Jocelyn back to reality. She blushed deeply and quickly handed the phone back to Erica, not trusting herself around such an insane piece of masculinity. "Holy shit," she muttered under her breath, still unable to comprehend what she just witnessed.
"Agreed," Erica giggled, tantalizingly tilting the phone to reveal more of the iconic snap to Jocelyn.
Jocelyn's jaw dropped, compliant as a helpless fish, mesmerized by the brazen images Erica presented to her.
Mark's giant appendage in all its naked glory, throbbing and ready, stood before her like a beacon of male power and dominance. She couldn't believe the gargantuan size of it, it was like seeing a mythical beast brought to life. Erica smirked at the effect the image was having on Jocelyn "Just seeing it makes you wanna bounce on it, right ?" Erica asked, a hint of excitement in her voice.
Jocelyn heard herself respond automatically, her desire overtaking any preconceived notions of what she would or would not do. "Yes," she admitted, her eyes still locked onto the image.
"Absolutely yes, I wanna ride that thing so bad"
The words left Jocelyn's mouth like a spell, and the two girls looked at each other with a mixture of excitement and disbelief. Erica giggled and gave Jocelyn a playful wink. "Joce! You slut ," Erica exclaimed, unable to contain her excitement at Jocelyn admitting her attraction. "What do you say we walk up to him after class and you give him your snapchat, okay ?" Erica suggested boldly, looking Jocelyn in the eyes, her green irises gleaming with excitement.
Jocelyn paused for a moment, contemplating her decision. She knew that her reputation for being prudish and anti-relationship would be shattered if she did this, but the image of Mark's massive, throbbing member, and the desire that surged through her body, it all threatened to consume her thoughts. She had to do this.
She wanted to do this.
She needed it. It was a desire that surged through her like wildfire, scorching every thought and inhibition that stood in its way. "Okay, but I want you to come with me. I don't think I can do this alone," Jocelyn said, her voice barely above a whisper, revealing the vulnerability that she usually kept hidden under layers of intellect and dry humor.
Erica jumped at the opportunity to lead her new friend into this debaucherous new adventure.
"Don't you worry, darling. I'll have your back!" she reassured Jocelyn with a supportive nudge.
Suddenly, the two girls were broken out of their conversation by a sound from the front of the room. "Jocelyn, how about you, what do you think the answer is to this equation ?" Mr. Thompson called out, snapping everyone back to reality. Jocelyn, still lost in her thoughts, looked up in confusion and hurriedly spewed out an answer she barely understood. "Uh, uhm , uh, let me see...ahh..." She trailed off, realizing her answer was useless and hopelessly buried in her sea of thoughts. The entire class started laughing at Jocelyn's seeming airheadedness.
Mr. Thompson's brow furrowed, clearly disappointed in her lack of enthusiasm and prep. He sighed heavily, "Perhaps, Miss Harris, you ought to spend less time gossiping with your sorority friend, and more time paying attention in class ?"
The students around them snickered as Jocelyn felt her face heat up in a deep blush. She opened her mouth to stammer out an apology, but Erica stepped in before she could utter a single word. "Oh my god, I am so sorry, Professor Thompson! That was completely my fault. I shouldn't have been talking during class. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again," Erica apologized sincerely and profusely.
Jocelyn felt embarrassed, but she didn't want to punish Erica for being her friend. Instead, they both exchanged sheepish glances.
Jocelyn's mind, however, had been altered by the desires stirred in her earlier. She couldn't shake the image of Mark's colossal manhood, the thought of accepting his invitation, and the thrill of entering into a world she'd never crossed before.
"Thanks, Erica," Jocelyn responded softly, returning to their normal dynamic.
"No big deal, listen gurlie, sluts stick together ," Erica said with a wink. They both stifled some laughter at that as they returned their attention to the front of the classroom.
Mr. Thompson continued to lay out the calculus problems for them to solve, speaking in his usually monotonous tone that sent Jocelyn into another spiral of fantasies once again. However, despite the class dragging on, Jocelyn was eager for it to end and to finally meet Mark up close.
The thought of feeling his muscular body against hers, and experiencing the pleasure from what she'd seen in the photo was all that she could think of.
The bell finally rang, and Jocelyn, along with the rest of the students, gathered up their belongings and made their way towards the exit.
Erica slung an arm around Jocelyn's shoulder, smiling mischievously as they casually strolled down the hallway.
"Alright, he's exiting the classroom now, let's go.
Just act natural, okay?" Erica whispered to Jocelyn as she spotting Mark approaching.
Mark walked towards them with an easy smile, his big arms swinging by his sides. Jocelyn couldn't help but feel a jolt of electricity as he approached.
"Hi, Mark. Jocelyn and I were just talking about you ," Erica said with a flirtatious grin as she introduced the two.
Mark's eyes lit up when he heard his name and turned his gaze toward Jocelyn. "Oh, is that so? All good things, I hope?" Mark said with an easy smile. It seemed like Erica was going to respond, once again taking charge of the conversation to help out Jocelyn, but, instead, Jocelyn suddenly felt her flirtatious side coming in full force, just as suddenly and unusual as the arousal that had appeared when she first saw Mark, causing her to respond instead. She could hardly believe the sultry, confident tone in her voice as she spoke. "Of course, Mark. I was just telling Erica here that I couldn't get enough of that cute outfit you have on.
I mean, you look absolutely stunning," Jocelyn said, batting her eyelashes flirtatiously.
Mark's face broke out into a wolfish grin as he looked Jocelyn up and down, with a leer that set her heart racing. "Well I'm glad to hear that. And I couldn't help but notice that you've got a body that could make a man weak in the knees. I'd love to take you out for a drink sometime, and maybe we could get to know each other a little better," he said smoothly.
Jocelyn felt her heart skip a beat. She had never been so bold, so confident with someone like Mark, but there was something about him that made her want to throw caution to the wind.
"Luv to, in the meantime why don't you add me on snap. I could show you all the other things I've been hiding behind those baggy clothes I like to wear" Jocelyn practically purred.
She couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. It was as if someone else had taken control of her body, her mind.
But she didn't want to stop.
Mark grinned wolfishly at Jocelyn's words.
"I thought you'd never ask, Jocelyn," he said, pulling out his phone and typing in her username. She watched as her screen lit up, and he added her to his contacts.
"Now that we've got that sorted, I've gotta go to my next class. Take care, Jocelyn. Oh, and don't worry about fucking up in class. Thompson sucks, and I like girls with a little less going on upstairs anyway ." He winked, leered at Jocelyn with a lascivious grin, and walked off, leaving Jocelyn and Erica stunned and buzzing with electricity.
"Wow, that was... intense," Jocelyn admitted, feeling the weight of what she had just done starting to sink in. "And he's even more attractive up close."
Erica nodded eagerly. "I told you! I knew you'd be perfect for each other.
I could just feel it," Erica said, practically bouncing with excitement. "You wanna come to my place before we grab lunch? I have some clothes that would look amazing on you girlie ," Erica said with a mischievous grin.
Jocelyn hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that this was a bad idea on so many levels, but at the same time, the idea of trying on some of Erica's clothes was starting to sound really fun in her head.
"Okay, let's do it," Jocelyn said, surprising even herself with the conviction in her voice.
She followed Erica back to her dorm room, and once they were inside, Erica rummaged through her closet and pulled out a few outfits that she thought Jocelyn might like.
"You're short and stacked babe, so we need to find a fit that'll enhance that, play off your strengths. How bout this, let's go with a black mirco skirt, a baby pink halter to show off those tits, and a pair of 4 inch heels to start you off ," Erica suggested with a giddy grin, holding up the items for Jocelyn's opinion.
Jocelyn's heart skipped a beat as she took in the items. She had never worn anything like this before, and the thought of doing so now, after the day's unexpected turn of events, was both exciting and terrifying in equal measure.
"Alright, I'll try them on," Jocelyn agreed, taking the clothes from Erica and heading into the bathroom to change.
Inside the bathroom, Jocelyn took a moment to survey herself in the mirror. The reflection staring back at her seemed like a stranger, someone who was bold and provocative.
She slipped off her tank top and jeans, stepping into the black micro skirt and halter-top as instructed. She looked in the mirror again, staring at her curves and thighs, the way they hugged the outfit, accentuating every dip and curve.
The halter-top squeezed her breasts together, making them look bigger and rounder, and she could see the faint outline of her nipples under the fabric. She couldn't help but feel a little excited, even nervous, at the thought of Mark seeing her like this.
"Joce, you alive in there?" Erica's voice called through the closed bathroom door. "Yeah, just a sec," Jocelyn responded, taking a deep breath before opening the door.
"Holy shit," Erica exclaimed when she saw Jocelyn in the outfit.
"You look fucking amazing."
Jocelyn took a deep breath and looked at herself in the mirror. Seeing the way her body looked in the outfit, she couldn't help but agree with Erica's words.
"Okay, I'm ready to go," Jocelyn said, gathering up her things and following Erica out of the dorm room. As they made their way to the dining hall Jocelyn could immediately notice a stark difference in the degree and the type of attention that she was receiving.
Gone were the furtive glances and subtle stares of curiosity, replaced instead with the openly lecherous gaze and unrestrained approval.
It made Jocelyn feel uncomfortable, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant either.
Erica noticed her discomfort and leaned in. "Relax, Joce; just let yourself enjoy it. You deserve it, after all. You're absolutely fucking stunning."
Her words, combined with the sexual energy crackling in the air, suddenly overwhelmed Jocelyn.
She couldn't believe she was walking through the campus halls, dressed like a seductive sex symbol - and enjoying it.
Erica led them to the central dining hall. It was time. Time for lunch with the popular girl's sorority sisters.