Valerie is, once again, participating in rush. Which, thankfully, is almost over. Still, for whatever reason she's required to if she wants to be a member of this stupid sorority. At least twisting these annoying girls around her fingers and making them jump to her tune is making her feel a little better. As is being all coy and close and teasing Laura so very much. She at least, is panting, she wants Valerie, she looks at her with need and desire even if she's trying to play it cool and pretend that she doesn't. And that is making this a whole lot more fun. Still, this entire ritual is boring and stupid and she can't wait for it to be over and finally have control over all these weak-willed women. 

Good old Valerie.

He reads her mind and waits for her in her apartment.

On the drive back, Valerie has much less to distract herself with, she she isn't allowed to touch herself (still hot but annoying), and so she thinks about the events of earlier. She... well. Everything did go as planned, and it was hot when he wanted her and then she took what she wanted and stopped when she was done. And then he wanted her number the silly boy and she told him exactly what she thought of him and his face fell and it was delightful and she went to turn to leave him all sad and alone and wanting more of her forever... and... then... then he didn't want to see her ever again. The way he looked at her, sad but with annoyance and anger and... something. He didn't want her anymore. She left anyways, of course, but she could still see his look in her head, feel how aggravated he was, and it hurt, to suddenly not be wanted like that anymore. To be wanted gone. The asshole should be pining over her, for days, wanting what he's had a taste of and never will again, but instead he sat there with his eyes burning and she... left. And it wasn't fair. Gah. All of her fun was marred by that little incident. How rude of the asshole. 

Well, maybe Sean would make her feel better. Certainly he wanted her too, she knew that much. She was the hottest and the best and no matter whatever that jerk thought now she was wanted. Period. 

That's...

...adorable?

Adorable is maybe not exactly the right word. But it's sure something, watching her discover that sometimes when you are a complete asshole to somebody they don't like you anymore afterward. Maybe paying more attention to what goes on in other people's heads is good for her. It doesn't seem to be fun for her but sometimes good and fun are not at all the same thing.

Valerie doesn't really see it that way at all, though, Valerie is honestly feeling rather righteously indignant that the boy no longer wants her when obviously he should. She's still in a bit of a huff about it when she arrives, and isn't really horny at all, even though she has been spending some time thinking about Sean on the ride home and on the elevator up. 

He's sitting on her couch when she walks in; this time he doesn't act like he heard her arriving, so he only looks up from his phone once she's actually in view.

"Hey," he says. "C'mere and sit on my lap."

Valerie look at him, a little confused, not sure why exactly he doesn't seem to want to go and use her right then and there, but that's not for her to choose, now is isn't. "Yes, sir," she says, and does as she's been told. 

He wraps his arms around her and kisses the top of her head. He's not even hard; he just wants her here, wants to wrap her up and hold her and cuddle her, his soft warm Valerie.

Well, if he seems to want to hold her and be close to her, to wrap his arms around her like this... 

Well, it feels really nice doesn't it. Nice to be, well, wanted. She leans on him and holds him back, at least as much as he'll let her, and maybe lets one tear out, two at the most, doing her best to let herself be, well, comforted. Or something. She rests in his arms and relaxes, slowly, gently as he touches her and has her on his lap. 

Aww? Aww. He kisses the tears from her cheek and cuddles her some more.

He doesn't fuck her at all that night, in fact, just holds her until he gets sleepy and then goes to bed and holds her some more.

And then in the morning he takes his morning blowjob and gives her a kiss and says he'll see her later and goes to class.

Valerie is a little bit sad to not be used that night, but honestly once he has his arms around her she's not really feeling it either. Some part of her somehow does get worried that he doesn't want to do anything with her either, but that's clearly fake. He just wants to hold her for some reason, that's still a kind of wanting her, and there's no way he couldn't keep wanting her what with how hot she is. Even if he doesn't want to fuck her at the moment. It's foolish to think she isn't the best. No matter how shook she feels at the moment. And it's more than relaxing enough like this to fall asleep in his arms. 

And then when he wakes up and actually uses her, well. That helps. Well, technically it doesn't help, it just confirms what she knew already. Of course. But it's still nice to have confirmation on occasion. Even if it's not like someone like her needs it. 

His first class of the day is his Physics Lab. The tables are all set up to do more experimenting today. Several folks have already paired off, but there's a number of others who haven't yet, including Zoe. Sean can go with the group who want to be paired at random, or try and pair up with Zoe, or someone else. 

...he'll go with Zoe. He wants to at least try to keep that option open, even if he's not sure when he'll have the emotional bandwidth to take it. And she's more pleasant to work with than Carl.

Zoe doesn't really know anyone in the class either, and well, she has no real reason not to work with Sean. He did everything he was supposed to, last time. And he doesn't really bother her, which is better than most. So sure, she'll agree to work with him when asked, with a nod of her head, still texting back and forth with one of her friends on her phone. 

Eh, works for him. They can do whatever the hell this class is all about together, and if necessary arrange to meet up on the weekend for more lab work, and then he can head off to Writing and sit next to Karen and idly contemplate how fucking insane it is that he has gone like a week and a half into his first year of college without skipping any homework, and then he has a date with Jenna and this is very exciting.

Zoe is fine with getting together to finish, later, once they make it all the way through their lab. Sean still has her number, and vice versa, so she tells him to text her with what works for him, once he knows.

Karen is certainly happy to see Sean again, but class starts relatively soon after his arrival, and there isn't too much new for them to talk about anyways. And she might be a little distracted during class trying to sketch out a solution to the homework problem, anyways. It's a little bit complicated and it might be a little difficult to think about anything else.

Jenna is also excited. Very very very excited. Even as she's sitting in class or well standing really but it's the phrase that really matters here and why is she thinking about phrasing while she should be thinking about Sean. Or class, really, but it's hard to think about class when she keeps thinking about Sean and the date that is only in a few hours. It's been almost a week since she's seen Sean and she's a little worried about that even though it was her idea in the first place and how silly was that thinking that Tuesday was too soon because what if he finds another cute girl who's just as amazed by his muscles and body and cute smile and the delighted faces he makes when he looks at her that make her melt and, and everything, and that he likes more than her? Even though that's obviously a silly worry and there isn't any good reason for anything like that to happen even if what her mother says was true about boys only doing one thing and then dumping girls which Jenna is pretty sure is silly they hadn't even done that thing yet. Not really anyways. She has nothing to worry about but she feels anxious anyways, anxious and nervous and bouncy and excited and nervous and bouncy and she's going in circles a little bit too much and she should calm down a little. 

She should try her best to put it out of her mind and concentrate on class. That's what she should do. Even if it's hard. And after class then she could go shower and change and go in Sean's car to the restaurant she picked out for them, and she'd made sure to set the time early enough for them that they'd have time to do something fun in his car again together maybe because that was so incredible and delightful and wonderful and she wants to do it again and again and again and even though that might cut into her shower and change time she did manage to pick out a nice outfit to wear and yes she's sure about the choice she can wear the other one next time if she wants to if she keeps seeing him which she expects to keep doing she can get through all of her outfits if she wants to. 

Class will be over soon and thinking about Sean will not make time pass any faster she should concentrate on class and think about Sean later. Even if it's soon and she keeps remembering how his hands felt and how he made her feel so hot and amazing and she really really needs to go back to concentrating on whatever the teacher is saying. Which she is going to do. Now. 

Sean, of course, doesn't need to pick an outfit, he can just make his clothes be different clothes. Or conjure new ones. Nah he's gonna make his clothes be different clothes. Not anything super dressy, but definitely something that fits nice.

He texts her a little while after he gets out of class to make sure he correctly remembers where her dorm is. (He does, in fact, correctly remember where her dorm is.)

A little while after class for him is in the middle of class for Jenna and she manages to resist the urge to check if the phone buzz is Sean for a whole five minutes while she worries about what kind of message he might be sending canceling the date or moving it to a later time or maybe just confirming it or maybe something else and doing her best to pay attention in class before she manages to grab an opportunity to sneak a look and see who it was and what the message is. 

It does turn out to be Sean and she feels all bouncy reading a message from him even if she's worried for just a tenth of a second or three before she manages to read it and it's him confirming and making sure of things and that makes her feel a lot better and more certain and less worried about things. She takes a quick moment to text back a yup, that's right, see you soon! ❤︎ before stuffing the phone back in her pocket to do her best to push the bouncy happy delighted enamored overjoyed thoughts out of her mind so she can concentrate on class and the practicum they're in the middle of doing and not thinking about Sean and his cuteness and no she needs to think about class. She will have plenty of time to think about everything in an hour when she's in the shower and getting dressed and putting on makeup and everything else and not when she's supposed to be learning stage directions and shouldn't be distracted by her phone in class. 

see you! ♥

And now... well. There's still a few hours to go.

He can spend some of that time doing homework, but his supply of homework is limited because he keeps finishing it as soon as it's assigned. He has the vague sense that this is not a problem most people have. Being a responsible student all of a sudden is so fucking weird.

Anyway. He finds himself driving around thinking about his date with Jenna, and for a few minutes he's excited, and then he's—thinking about his last date with Jenna—and then he's pulling over abruptly because it's hard to drive while crying. She's so good and he messed up so bad and—he really hopes he can make this work out for her, he really really hopes that, because—he wants her to be better off for having met him, he wants to be a good thing for her, and he hasn't been, and he doesn't know if it's possible to be good enough to her to balance that out but he sure as hell intends to try.

He takes a deep breath and magics himself presentable and shows up five minutes early to pick her up.

Meanwhile, Jenna, who has no magical powers, has to do a lot more work than that to get ready. Finally out of class, showering as quick as she can and making sure to do her best not to get her hair wet because it won't have much time to dry in the time allotted and she really needs to get a move on why did she schedule the date so early oh right because she wanted more of that incredible amazing thing that happened last time with Sean or at least the opportunity to have it and also she wants to spend more time with him even if she doesn't do things that would probably scandalize her mother even though honestly she's really hoping for that because that was simply spectacular thing that she's dreamed about once or twice or seven or more times the past week and maybe done a little more than dream about even though she definitely isn't going to tell anyone about that and Jenna shakes her head to pull herself back together from daydreaming in the shower yet again. The whole point of this was to think about what the plan was for the date so she wouldn't go off the rails and be blown away by Sean and his cuteness and his smile and his muscles and the feeling of his hands on her and his lips on his and, and this date which she needs to be thinking about, for goodness sake.

She's given it a lot of thought in-between daydreams or possibly despite daydreams and even though she does keep fantasizing about being brought back to his apartment and his nice big soft bed and being cuddled and touched and kissed and touched and pressing her body against his and feeling his pressing back and... and all of that, which she should not keep thinking about, she's pretty sure she doesn't want things to go beyond where they went last time, at least not much. As overbearing and conservative as her mother is about these sorts of things, she does have a point. Even if this is a college fling and not a forever thing like marriage which honestly she's not sure about because even as amazing as he is he's a little strange and her parents probably wouldn't approve no matter how rich he is and his parents honestly seem a little off as well and even if he is so hot and she keeps daydreaming and remembering about what he can do do with his hands and his mouth and maybe with something else that she shouldn't be thinking about right now but in any case even if it is just a short term thing it's probably better to take it a little slower and enjoy it and not burn it all out in a blaze of passion and be left feeling afterwards like it's something she's lost. She does have a tendency to just straight into things and finish them and then regret it afterwards and this sort of thing seems too important to make that kind of mistake on even though she keeps dreaming of making that mistake and fully enjoying it and it's really really hard to convince herself that it's probably a mistake even though she's pretty sure it is no matter what her body keeps telling her. No, she can control herself. And she can also get out of the shower instead of standing in the hot water naked like she's been for the past 10 or 15 minutes she needs to dress and get ready what is she doing standing here in the water thinking of Sean like this.

Jenna dries herself off, as quick as she reasonably can, and puts on the outfit she's chosen, a pretty white floral print dress covered in pretty yellow sunflowers all over it rather than the red dress she'd been debating. That dress even though it is very pretty is a bit more racy than her usual fare given that it actually has a, well, neckline, and even though Jenna is reasonably sure that what seems racy to her probably isn't racy to him which is part of why she wanted to wear it it still feels racy to her and this dress still feels rather pretty and dressy enough or even more than enough to her and that was what matters most here. She's pretty sure. And even if she was going to change her mind she doesn't have time to change her mind she's already dressed and she has to put on her makeup and oh crap it's in 20 minutes and she's going to see Sean again and see him smile and kiss him and she really wants to kiss him a lot because last time was so amazing and if she spends all her time here lost in memory she's not going to manage to get ready in time but she has another date and she cannot wait but she needs to finish getting ready first and put on her makeup and make sure she looks perfect and get down there early enough to catch him in case he shows up a little early even though it's possible she might be a little late and maybe she should text him to let him know no he's not going to disappear if she's five minutes late if anything he'll text her first probably she has nothing to worry about. She can take her time and make sure she looks as good as she wants to and not worry so much about being late.

Jenna manages to carefully not barrel out of the building, about 2 minutes before the actual time she set, taking her time because she's not late and even though she's excited and wants to bounce up and down and run really fast she probably shouldn't do that because she's done up her hair and makeup and is wearing a pretty dress and doesn't want to mess them up and even though she's sure Sean won't mind her looking enthusiastic or at least she's probably sure she still probably doesn't want to act that way, she can be cool and calm and collected and hey there's his car! It's a good thing it's so incredible looking because that makes it so easy to spot! Jenna smiles and waves at it, at him, grinning furiously despite herself, she can't quite see him through the glass yet but she expects he can see her, and she does her very best not to run towards the car to say hello and mostly succeeds even if both of her feet probably left the ground at the same time once. Or twice. Probably no more than twice. It's reasonable for her to walk quickly towards, him, right? She can't wait to see him and she really can't wait to kiss him and there's very little point in fantasizing about it when she's about to get the real thing! So soon!!

Jenna is so good.

He leans across to open the passenger door for her. He also maybe bounces a little in his seat, just once or twice, before she gets close enough to see him.

"Hiiiiii wow you're pretty," he says when she reaches the car. "I like your dress."

Jenna grins and blushes at him at the compliment and the appreciation of her dress and of her and also at his happy delighted smile and how clearly happy he is to see her. She resists the urge to do a pirouette in it to make it spin so he can see the whole thing and appreciate it and also her even more but she's pretty sure this is a foolish idea even if she really wants to and the thought of it makes her blush just a little bit more and how does he keep having that effect on her for goodness sake.

Jenna enters the door he's opened for her and slides into the extremely comfortable seat, blushing once again in memory of just what had happened in these seats last time but she should do better than to just collapse all at once even if that's all she wants to do they should go to dinner and try to go dancing even if her plans are doing just a little bit of smoke just looking at him and wanting to feel his lips on hers and her hands on her body and have him make her feel like that again... no. Not yet. 

The thought of his lips on hers, still making her blush, is enough to make her consider leaning over to kiss him but that's way too forward of her even if she wants it even if she wants it very badly because, well, she's not sure why she's sure there's a good counterargument somewhere but it's getting really hard to think of one but she knows that if she weren't looking at his cute face and hot body in his really handsomely fitted shirt gosh wow she really wants to lean over and touch it or him through it and wow she's having a lot of trouble focusing, again. No, she's sure there's a good reason not to lean over and kiss him herself even though she can't think of it right now. But she probably can lean over enough so that he can kiss her if he wants to, a subtle invitation that has no impropriety attached at all, not even a little bit. 

And then she realizes she hasn't said anything at all and blushes and grins and steels herself and manages to say in response without stammering once, "Thanks, I'm glad you like it! You look really good too." There, that should do, for sure, and he would kiss her if he wanted to or not. 

Awwwwwwww she's so cute. Cute cute cute good cute.

He kisses her.

Yes good. Jenna kisses him back, maybe a little bit hungrily but it's probably not proper to be hungry so she does her best to quell the urge, just a little bit, and lets her lips melt into his, taking a breath in through her nose, and relaxing, feeling the warmth of his kiss and enjoying it and doing her best to return in kind. His kisses feel so good. All of him feels so good like this. She could just relax and melt like this for so long unless she had to come up for air which right now seems much less important than the kiss. 

Oh good. Oh very good.

He's no longer quite so magically perfect at touching her, but it's not like she's hard to read, and he's paying a lot of attention; even without literal telepathy he can do a real good job of making her feel nice things. Even when all he's doing is kiss her and maybe put a hand on her face.