Pretty Young Thing: a new adult romance box set

by Coleman, Eileen Cruz

  But here’s the thing, I wouldn’t go out with someone like him. First of all, he’s way smarter than me. So I’m pretty sure I’d feel like an airhead around him most of the time. And secondly, I mean, cute or not, he’s a nerd, and he’s probably super boring, right? I’ve read a lot of books in my life, don’t get me wrong, but these days, the only books I read are law books. Jake, on the other hand, is an assistant to an English professor. So you can just imagine what he’d want to talk about. I don’t want to sit around and talk about literature. That’s super boring to me and not my idea of fun. Maybe I’m wrong. Maybe he would be fun to hang out with, but I can honestly say that whenever I’ve taken a chance on a nerd, they’ve acted exactly the way I expected. For example, one guy spent the entire evening talking to me about the history of board games. Really? Who the fuck cares? He was cute for a nerd, but I couldn’t wait to ditch him.

  Anyway, I know what I want, and I’d probably break Jake’s heart. I don’t want to do that.

  Chapter 4

  I’m in the living room opening my mail. There’s a letter here from Jake Thomas. Yes, a snail mail letter. The last snail mail letter I got was a letter from my Auntie Mildred when I was ten years old. What does the letter say? I open it.

  Megan walks over. “What are you staring at? You’re smiling like the Cheshire Cat!”

  “It’s a letter from that hot TA over at Thomas’s office.”

  Megan sits. “Oh, that’s that hot blond guy, right? What does he have to say?”

  I look at her, with an even bigger smile on my face. “He says he’s got some pointers on how I can gain his father’s favor to bring up my grade. He wants to talk about it with me over dinner.”

  “Thomas is his father?”

  “Yeah, I totally went off about how Thomas was wrong for giving me a D. I had done all of that before I knew Jake is his son.”

  “Well, none of that seems to matter. He wants you to fuck him. Then you’ll get a better grade.”

  I laugh. “I know, right? That’s pretty clear. He gives off the impression of being a serious nerd, but he’s just as horny as the rest of them.”

  Megan laughs. “Are you going to do it?”

  “Hell yeah! Blondie is a hot guy, and I need a better grade. Professor Thomas is not going to fuck up my chances of getting into my choice of law school!

  “You’re always on a mission, Chelsea!”

  “Of course!”

  * * *

  I called Jake right after I got the letter. First, I teased him about sending me snail mail as if he were some old person who won’t use a computer, but he came back with how he likes to do what they traditionally used to do and how sending print letters is a dying art. Blah, blah, blah. I only half listened.

  Then after he got done with that, I went right to the reason I called. We settled on an Italian restaurant off campus. I’m supposed to meet him there at 7:00. I’m in the parking lot now, and I’m not late. It’s 6:50. I blew it with his dad, but I’m not about to mess up my chances now. I’m wearing a blue print dress. It’s not slutty. I made sure to keep it understated. But I’m showing plenty of legs and the neckline is low enough to get some cleavage going. I’m wearing blue high-heeled shoes, not as high as I normally go when I do the heels, but high enough to be sexy.

  As a walk into the restaurant, there he is - early and reading a book. He’s wearing a polo shirt. His curly blond hair is tousled as always. He looks so cute.

  As I reach the table, he looks up, removes his glasses and closes his book. That smile he flashed at me when I last saw him is there.

  He stands, “Hi Chelsea.” Then he gives me a hug. He feels good. Fit guys always feel good when they hug you.

  “Hey, Jake! It’s good to see you?” I sit. “I appreciate your meeting me about all this.”

  “No problem. I thought it would be good for us to talk this out. But first, take a look at the drink and food menus. Have you eaten here before?”

  “No. I rarely leave the campus.”

  “Well, this place is good. Some good wine choices if you drink, and I like the pasta here.”

  * * *

  A bottle of red wine sits on the table. Jake has his glass, and I have mine. We’ve both order pasta dishes, two that Jake recommended. They’ve arrived, and we’re eating them.

  Jake has a copy of my paper in front of him. He’s spent the last half hour going over certain points he feels I should change to improve my grade. He says his father would never allow a student to turn in another paper, but he begged his father to do it, and if I don’t make a big deal out of it, everything should be fine.

  I’m half listening. I don’t want to redo my paper. I want Jake to fuck me so we can get this over with.

  “The ending is your strongest part,” says Jake. “But I think you should . . . “

  “Excuse me!”

  He looks at me. “What?”

  I sigh. “Are you going to ask me to bed, or what? Aren’t we done playing this charade?”

  Jake takes off his glasses. When he does that, his face gets even more handsome. Glasses don’t look bad on him, but they don’t do him justice. “Ask you to bed? I’m here to help you improve your paper.”

  I stare at him. “You mean . . .”

  “You’re beautiful, Chelsea. But my meeting you is innocent. I would never ask you for sex to improve your grade, and I’m insulted you would think that.”

  Well . . . I did it again. I suppose I should stick my other foot in my mouth. “Sorry. God, you must really think poorly of me by now.”

  “Well . . . no. But I’m a little surprised.”

  “I’m sorry. I . . . I guess . . . I don’t know what to say.”

  “Let’s not say anything more about that. Do you want to work on your paper, or not? It’s entirely up to you if you’d like to proceed.” He’s holding his wine, but looking serious. In fact, right now, he’s got the same expression on his face I’ve seen on his father’s face.

  “Yes, but, can I just ask you this?”

  “What?”

  “Why are you willing to help me? I mean, I said some horrible things about your father. Why me?”

  “Well . . . you have a goal of getting into law school, and I guess I’d like to help you do that. At least give you a chance to improve.”

  “Oh?”

  “I don’t tell many people this, but I attended law school for a year, but I flunked out.”

  “Oh no.”

  “My advisor told me I was smart, but that I couldn’t think like a lawyer.”

  “Yeah, it does require the ability to reason.”

  “It reinforced my being in the English department is where I should remain, but I do regret the chance I didn’t get to go for that law degree. I guess . . . when I found out you wanted to go to law school and how important grades are to you right now, I wanted to try to give you a second chance with this. Am I making sense?”

  “Yes, you are, and I thank you for that. And yes, I would like to improve my grade for Professor Thomas.”

  Chapter 5

  Megan and I are sitting at a fast food joint on campus. We’re on the subject of Jake, the hot blond I can’t stop thinking about.

  “So, no sex?” says Megan, taking another bite of her hamburger.

  “Right. No sex. We spent the time talking about my paper. He wasn’t there to get me into bed. In fact, when he found out that’s what I was thinking, he was offended. So I’m not doing too good with my mouth.”

  “Sorry Chelsea. He is cute, though.”

  “Yeah, he’s cute, but he wasn’t tempted to get with me at all. And you know what? I don’t like that?”

  “Oh poor baby, you met a man who is more than just sex. What will you do?”

  “Oh, stop it. I’m going to get him into bed anyway; you’ll see.”

  “Maybe instead of scheming you can spend that time improving your paper and getting a better grade. You’re lucky Thomas is granting you another meeting.”
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br />   “I know. Jake is so nice to me. But I can do both. I can multi-task.”

  “Yeah, okay. I see a big mess coming. And what if you make him mad and really fuck up your grade?”

  “I won’t. He likes me, and he wants to see me get into my choice of law school. He went to law school before in his life.”

  “He did?”

  “Yeah, but he flunked out. So he’s sort of living vicariously through me, I think.”

  “Hmmm . . . interesting. Okay, well good luck. But don’t come crying to me if your little scheme doesn’t work.

  “Relax. I won’t come crying to you, because it will work.”

  “Okay.”

  “Okay! So be gone next Monday, all right? I’m asking Jake over to; I make finger quotes, ‘help me with my homework.’”

  “Boy, you don’t waste any time do you?”

  “No, I don’t. After I graduate, I won’t see Jake again anyway. I have to strike now.”

  Megan rolls her eyes. “Whatever.”

  Chapter 6

  “I’d like you to know I don’t typically allow my students to turn in new versions of their work,” says Professor Thomas. That infamous meeting I failed to show up for is here in the form of a second chance. Whatever Jake said to his dad worked. Thomas let me meet with him again. I’d like to get out of here, though. The way he stares at me, which is just looking down at me, makes me feel like I’m in kindergarten.

  “My son,” the professor continues, “seems to see some potential in you. You’re lucky he appreciates you.” Professor Thomas smirks at me with an increased look of superiority. What an ass.

  “Thank you for giving me another chance Professor. I’m sure you’ll like my second version.”

  “I understand Jake met with you to discuss improvements?”

  “Yes, he did. That was so nice of him. I think I have a good idea of how to make my paper better.”

  “He tells me you’re interested in law school, is that correct?”

  I nod my head.

  “Did Jake tell you he has an interest in the law, or, at least he had an interest?”

  “Yes, he told me.”

  “We Thomas’ are not lawyers. We’re intellectuals. The law was a mistake for my son. I hope you fare better.”

  “I think I will, sir.”

  Professor Thomas stands. I stand too since he’s standing. “Your new version must get to me by the 30th, the end of the month,” he says. “If you fail to get it to me, there will be no more chances. Understood?”

  “Yes, sir. I understand. Thank you.”

  “Now, if you’ll excuse me. I have a class to teach.”

  “Yes, of course. Thank you, Professor Thomas.”

  Chapter 7

  Jake will be over in ten minutes. The dress I’m wearing clings to my every curve. It doesn’t show my cleavage, but it’s short enough to show off plenty of legs. My hair is down, and I took a little extra time with my makeup. Before this evening is out, Jake will be mine. You’ll see. I’ve even thrown a couple of condom packets into the candy dish. I’ll fuck him right here on this couch if I have to.

  The doorbell is ringing. That must be Jake.

  I open the door. There he is looking as cute as always. This time, he wears khakis and a button-downed striped shirt. He’s one of those guys who looks cute in the most understated preppy clothes. He smiles at me holding a couple of bags. I smell food.

  “Hi, Jake! What have you got there?”

  “Hi, Chelsea. I took a chance and ordered some Chinese. I didn’t think you had eaten yet. I hope you didn’t already have plans.”

  “No! I figured we’d just order a pizza or something. Perfect! Come on in.”

  * * *

  Jake and I are sitting in the living room. A copy of my paper is on the table. We’ve finished our chitchat and eating the Chinese food before it gets cold. Now I have to pretend like I’ve got questions for Jake, but the thing is, I don’t. Unbeknownst to Jake, I’ve already updated my paper, and it’s practically ready for Thomas. All I have to do is check over it some more. So as far as I’m concerned, Jake is here for one reason and one reason only, and now I have to figure out how to get it.

  “So,” Jake puts the rest of his garbage into one of the Chinese restaurant’s bags, “what can I help you with?”

  “To be honest, nothing. My paper is finished.”

  “Oh?”

  “I move closer to him on the couch. I got you here under false pretenses. I place my hand on his thigh.”

  He looks me in the face. “You’re kidding me, right? You don’t need my help on the paper?”

  Jake doesn’t look pleased. I mean he honestly doesn’t look pleased. But I’m going for it anyway. “No. I thought we would just spend some time together.”

  “Do you happen to know how busy I am?”

  “Well . . . yeah, I know you’re busy.”

  “Do you think I have time for this game?”

  I lean against the couch. My plan is sinking fast. “Well . . . no, I guess you don’t.”

  “You’re a very beautiful girl, Chelsea, but I’m going to leave now.”

  “Uh . . . okay.”

  He gathers the Chinese bags, looking at me while he does it.

  “Jake, I can take care of those . . .”

  “No, I’ve got it.” He’s still looking at me. He doesn’t look pissed even though he’s still looking at me, so I don’t know what he’s thinking. All I know is I feel like he’s looking at an idiot, and he knows I’m an idiot.

  “I’ll see you around campus,” he says. Then he heads for my door. But now he’s just standing there, with his back turned to me, staring at the door.

  I look over at Jake standing near the door. He stares at the floor for a few seconds before dropping the bags and rushing back over to me.

  Jake grabs my face between his hands and kisses me passionately. He quickly slides his tongue into my mouth as I lead him toward the couch in the center of the living room. Jake takes a fistful of my hair into one hand while he explores the curves of my round breasts with his other hand.

  “Mmmmm . . . I’ve wanted this all day,” I moan.

  “Why don’t you show me how much you have wanted this?” Jake says, reaching under my dress and pulling my panties to the floor. He wastes no time.

  I pull my dress over my head and let it drop to the floor. I hear Jake release a sigh when I unhook my bra to expose my generous tits. Naked, I get down on my knees in front of him, feeling the bulge in his pants before I release his dick. Yeah, it’s huge - easily at least nine inches. I never expected that. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. I make eye contact with him as I take every inch into my mouth. Jake releases a soft moan as I take his dick deeper into my throat. I slowly get sloppier, letting my spit roll to his balls while I massage them.

  “Damn, that feels good. Get down on the couch,” Jake demands. He won’t let me finish, but he’s got other plans in mind. Before I do what he says, I grab a condom out of the candy dish. Then I crawl onto the couch, get on my back and spread my legs wide.

  Jake grabs the condom out of my hand before I can do anything with it. He rips the package open, throws it over to the side, and slides the condom over his erect penis. Then he arranges himself on top of me, placing his big dick at my entrance. He slowly slides his shaft into me. I can feel my tight pussy clench on his first thrust. I let out a loud moan before he works his cock into me. Jake strokes into me gently at first but then picks up speed. I feel my breasts bouncing with each impact.

  I swallow hard, and then I let it out. “Ahh Jake!! Yes!!”

  Jake pinches one of my nipples between two fingers. I look down to watch his cock sliding in and out of me. Jake pulls his dick out of me and fingers my g-spot quickly. I feel an intense sensation rush through my body. I can tell I am about to lose control. Jake immediately puts his dick back inside me and fucks me harder than before. My body soars with ecstasy again, and soon I reach a vigorous orgasm.


  Chapter 8

  My hair’s a total mess, my mascara and eyeliner are running, and because of this, I’m smiling in triumph while I gaze at myself in the bathroom mirror. I feel smug. Last night was something I actually enjoyed, and the stupid grin on my face is more than enough proof of that. I can’t help but widen it the more I look at myself, and I realize that compared to sex with Ashton, I’m pretty sure I might be satisfied with what happened between Jake and I—wait, I know I’m satisfied. I’m practically glowing, and my complexion is enviable—even though I slept in a full face of makeup. Most of it wiped off onto my pillowcase, save for the eye makeup, but I don’t mind. I know I have to wash my bed sheets anyway, and a simple wipe will fix the stains under my eyes. Either way, I still look gorgeous.

  Maybe I should call him for round two soon.

  I shake my head and roll my eyes as I reach for my toothbrush. “Like he’d say no,” I answer myself.

  I’m not sure why I’m caring so much. After all, it’s Jake, nerd Jake of the English department. But damn it, he does know what he’s doing when it counts like he did last night. My smug grin returns and the moment it does, I immediately frown.

  It was just sex. I reach for the toothpaste. And with Jake of all people . . . It’s not as if it meant anything. I just enjoyed it . . . So much that if he offered again, I’d be willing . . . Yep, I’m game. I can’t deny it. I’d do it again in a heartbeat.

  I twist the cap open with raised brows. But it’s not like he’s seeing anyone. I squirt the blue mint onto the bristles. And really, I’m probably the best he’s ever had. It makes sense for us to hookup. Besides, I don’t need a guy in my life right now; I just need to focus on getting into law school.

  “Law school,” I say out loud, shoving the toothbrush into my mouth. I repeat the words three more times as I’m brushing my teeth, noting that they’re muffled and sound like, “Aw cool,” as I brush thoroughly. Some of the toothpaste spills out of my lips in foam and drizzle. I cover the left side of my mouth—even though Megan’s not home and no one can see me like this—and I lean forward to spit into the sink.