Seduced In College (Campus Dorm Room School student One Night Stand Erotica Girl Romance Sex Stories series)

by Perry, Mia

  My car is a total joke. I didn’t buy a car. I bought a “car” without an engine for two hundred and sixty eight bucks and fifty eight cents. It was not my idea, it was my boyfriend’s. He promised to make it work and I really wanted to see the miracle. My guess was, if he could make a car move with no engine, I might save some gas.

  Unfortunately, my boyfriend (the smartest mechanical engineering student in my mind) was not that smart. Instead of making the car move without an engine, he found an engine in a big junkyard somewhere outside of Boston. You know those places where the rusty cars are crushed into pieces.

  The car worked perfectly for us most of the time. We did many things together, including having hot sex inside. Don’t get me wrong. I’m a girl. I need good sex, too. Did you know that the sex not only gives you a good time but it helps you burn calories and reduces the risk of heart attack? It’s that important.

  My junky 1989 Ford Probe GL was really our love nest. It was full of romance and memory. I swore I would never, ever sell this little lovely car. Never for the rest of my life.

  Unfortunately, that's all history now. Everything I see, touch, or smell reminds me my boyfriend. I loved him so much but want to tear him apart now. I hate this car! I want to get rid of it. I want to send it to the junk yard and crush it into a million pieces.

  I want to get a new car instead. The funny thing is, I can have one without lifting a finger. The moment I touch that magic button on my iPhone, my ice-queen mother will pick up the phone. As long as I can tolerate the half-hour soprano (maybe one hour, max), I will be picked up by one of her drivers. I will get a brand new Porsche (or whatever I want) tomorrow morning. I will become sickeningly rich again.

  However, that half-hour soprano is absolutely unbearable for me. If I take that, I will have to take ten, twenty, or a hundred hours more of lessons from my mother. The way she gives me the lessons makes me wonder if she really is my birth mother. I will refuse to believe it, even if she can prove by the most expensive DNA testing.

  Chapter Three

  My eyes focus on the road. Driving in a snowstorm is no kidding. I’m a city girl. I have never driven so far away in the night. There is absolutely no light at all. I see mountains, trees, and fields. Only a small farm now and then tells me I’m still in a civilized world.

  The snowflakes build a thick wall in the air. I can’t see very far. I can’t tell where the road shoulders are. There is no way to see the lanes. Fortunately, there are no other cars around. I simply drive in the middle of the road. I’m driving at about thirty five or forty miles per hour so I can stop when an emergency occurs.

  Suddenly, I smell the gas. The car shakes like in an earthquake. I push the gas pedal all the way down, hoping the car won’t do the usual. Unfortunately, it does. The engine spits out a huge plume of black smoke like what you see in a volcano eruption. It struggles a few more rounds with huge noises, and then goes dead completely.

  The whole world becomes absolutely quiet. I can hear my heart beating. I manage to steer my car to the shoulder and push the hazard lights button.

  Now what? I’m panicked. The temperature in the car is dropping fast. If I don’t get the engine started quickly, the car is going to become a freezer real soon.

  I push the gas a few times. Then, I step all the way down. I pray for every god I know to help, bite my lower lip tightly, and then turn the key.

  The engine roars. I let go the gas pedal slowly. Suddenly, it stalls. I try again. The same happens. After a while, I stop trying. I worry the battery may die completely. I want to have the lights on so people driving by may see me.

  Am I expecting people to stop and help? I really don’t know. I know I can’t stay for long in a car with no heat. However, what will happen if a man sees a girl stuck in a little car? In my dictionary, man equals pain. I don’t trust them at all.

  Should I call someone for help? I don’t have a Triple A coverage. You don’t have to tell me it’s dirt cheap. I used to think a BMW was dirt cheap, too. I didn’t buy the coverage because that little amount of money had to satisfy another financial need with a much higher priority.

  So, naturally, my next option is to get a tow truck, right? How much that’s going to cost in a remote area like this? Three hundred bucks? Four hundred? Do you think the piece of junk they are going to tow is worth a half of the cost? No way.

  Should I call my roommate then? Maybe her bra is still on the floor at the moment. I don’t think she bothers putting it on after fucking my boyfriend.

  My last option is to call my mother. I really don’t want to. But it’s getting really cold. My whole body is shivering. The car is now as cold as outside.

  I pull out my iPhone. Oops. It’s all dark. I push the power button. Nothing happens. I know what happened. I watched a movie on my iPhone yesterday and killed the battery completely.

  A shock of fear rushes down my spine and then spreads through my whole body in a nanosecond. My mind turns all blank. Am I going to die? Life is not fair to me but I don’t want to die just yet. I want to go to Miami and start a new life. God, please give me one more day to go south.

  I hold my body tight. It doesn’t help at all. The air is turning foggy by my breath. My nostrils become tight. The cold air I breathe in turns into ice. My whole body is shaking really badly. I know I can’t hold on for much longer.

  Maybe I should move my body? I stretch my arms and legs. It doesn’t help at all. Should I do some exercise outside to warm up? I roll down the window a little bit and give up the idea right away. The cold air cuts into my face like sharp knives.

  I turn the headlights on, hoping someone driving by will stop to help. I no longer worry if they are going to hurt me.

  I turn the heat on. The air coming out is ice-cold. I don’t know how long it takes to heat up. So I turn it off.

  I see headlights in the far distance. But it’s on the opposite side of the highway. A big truck passes by slowly. Why would any idiot head north in such a crazy weather?

  Finally, I saw headlights coming from the north. “Please, come and stop by,” I stare into the rear mirror, hoping… The headlights move closer and closer. And then they disappear completely.

  Did it get stuck, too? Or did it exit the highway? I have no clue. And I couldn’t care less.

  I feel as if my whole body is turning into a Popsicle. I hold my body tightly. The world is turning fuzzy. I see fluffy snowflakes everywhere, but nothing else.

  I close my eyes. Slowly, I feel relaxed. I no longer feel cold. I see a brand-new world. It’s quiet and peaceful. No snow. No highway. Nothing…

  I hear tapping on the window. I open my eyes. It takes me a few moments to realize I’m in a car, not in my dorm room. The glass is foggy. I can barely see a smiling face outside. It’s a guy.

  Chapter Four

  I roll down the window a little bit. The cold air blew in. “You okay?” the guy asks.

  I shake my head.

  “Do you need help?”

  I nod.

  “Can I come in?”

  I open the door and roll to the passenger side. I don’t worry about the safety or privacy at all at the moment. This can be my last opportunity to survive. Seriously.

  The guy comes in and closes the door right away. “Oh, shit! This is cold.”

  I’m shaking like the hell, “You don’t have to tell me.”

  “Can I try it?” he asks.

  I nod, still shaking all over.

  He steps on the gas a few times and then turns the key. Nothing happens. “Shit!” He tries again. This time, the engine turns. But he turns it off soon after because the car shook so hard the guy was tossed into the air. “Holy crap!”

  “Are you cold?” he asks. Without waiting for my answer, he reaches out and holds my hand. “Oh, shit!” He jumps out and yells, “Wait!” He closes the door so hard, my eardrums almost explode right away.

  He backs his car quickly to mine. It’s a brand-new, big 4x4 with lots of lights and antenn
as on the top. He pulls open the door on my side, “Let’s go! Quick!”

  I grab my duffle bag and step outside. It’s windy but I don’t feel the cold. My whole body is numb. I try to move but I can’t really keep my balance.

  “Come on!” The guy wraps his arm around me and drags me into his car. He turns the heater to the max and says, “Put on the seatbelt.”

  “Where…are we…going…?” I manage to squeeze out the words. My body is still shaking.

  “To get you a hot coffee.” He kicks the gas pedal.

  We are doing about forty miles per hour. The guy focuses his eyes on the road. Once in a while, he looked at me. I feel warm and comfortable. Soon, I close my eyes.

  I open my eyes and look outside. I see snow but nothing else. “Where are we?” I ask.

  “Easy, kid,” the guy chuckles. “It’s only two minutes, okay?” He grins.

  “I’m not a kid. I’m a college student.”

  “Oh, great. I’m Jack, by the way.”

  “Oh, hi, Jack, nice to meet you,” I say. “I’m Emilie.”

  “Emilie, nice to meet you!” Jack grins again. “So, you feel better now?”

  “Yes, thanks.” I look at Jack. He is big. I’m sure he is at least six feet. His arms are bigger than my legs. He wears only a black T-shirt but is sweating. “Is it too hot for you, Jack?” I ask.

  “How about you? You okay?” he turns to me and smiles.

  “Do you want me to turn the heater down a bit?” I ask.

  “If you feel comfortable,” Jack says, focusing his eyes on the road.

  I turn the knobs and bring the temperature down to 72º F on both my side and his. I then turned off the heating on my seat. I feel hot on my back already.

  “Thanks!” He turns and smiles. Then, he turns back to the road.

  Jack seems nice and friendly. In fact, he saved my life. However, I feel uncomfortable being in his car. Why? I search for the answer and realize quickly: His tattoos. He has big tattoos all over. The weirdest is a huge dragon from his shoulder all the way down to his hand. Is Jack in a gang? I begin to wonder.

  I pull out my iPhone. I punch a few numbers and wait. Then I whisper, “Hi, mom, yes, yes,…” I know it’s silly talking to a dead phone. But at least I show Jack I’m connected to my family.

  Jack takes a quick look at me and smiles. Soon, he brings the car to an exit. We both look really hard. It’s all dark. We see fields. After five minutes, we are back on the highway.

  Fifteen minutes later, we arrive at a travel plaza. It’s huge. Jack parks the car right at the door. He walks to my side and opens the door for me. He reaches out to hold my hand, “Watch out!”

  We run inside. It smells coffee. “Are you hungry, kid?” he asks. “I guess you are,” he adds right away.

  Sure I am. I open my mouth but no sound comes out. Maybe it gets frozen, too? I clear my throat and try again, “Yeah, a little bit.”

  “Do you eat McDonalds?” Jack seems to know the special concerns every lady is serious about.

  Do I? I can eat anything today. I don’t worry about diet at all. “I love it.”

  “Oh, great,” Jack’s eyes brighten. “Let’s go.”

  There is a short lineup. “Get whatever you want and let me treat you, okay?” Jack says, looking at the menu. “Oh, the Double Quarter Pounder with Cheese looks good,” he swallows his saliva. “Maybe I will have a Big Mac, too,” he adds quickly.

  “Jack, can I pay for the meal as little thanks?” I ask.

  “Nah, you can do it later if you really want,” he shakes his head.

  “Twenty dollars and thirty three cents,” the cashier smiles.

  Jack pulls out his wallet. It’s full of cash. He hands the cashier a one-hundred dollar bill.

  The cashier smiles, “Sorry, we can’t take a hundred dollar bill.”

  Jack digs into his wallet. He found a few coins.

  “I have a twenty,” I offer.

  Jack waves his hand briefly at me, still looking into his wallet. He scratches his head and thinks for a short while. Then he pulls out a black card and hands it to the cashier.

  The cashier is puzzled. “Give me a sec, please.” She turns to her manager. They begin to whisper.

  My eyes round. I definitely know this card. It’s an Amex Centurion. My father and mother have the card, too. This is a card for the rich people. They may use it to pay for a Bentley—a car that costs up to $400,000. Or they may use it to buy a jet.

  After a short while, the cashier processes the twenty bucks and thirty three cents with this black card and hands it back with a receipt, “Thank you, Mr. Vladimir Akulov, for your business.”

  “Thank you,” Jack nods.

  What? He is Vladimir Something, not Jack? My heart sinks.

  Jack smiles at me, “Let’s eat.”

  Chapter Five

  We sit at the window. For a few minutes, we do not talk at all. We eat and drink. Occasionally, Jack smiles at me. I smile back.

  Now, we are full. “So,” says Jack, “What’s your plan?”

  Me? A plan? I wish I had one. Seriously. I’ve gone through so many things in such a short time. I just came back from death. I haven’t had the time to think about any plan yet.

  I shake my head.

  “Where are you going?” Jack asks.

  “Miami,” I say. Then I feel sorry right away. This Jack is odd. He looks nice but he has big tattoos all over his body. He has a big chunk of cash plus an Amex Centurion card. He is a real puzzle.

  Oh, I almost forget, his name may not be Jack either. Is his name Vladimir Something? Is that a Russian name?

  So who is this Jack guy? He is filthy rich, for sure. But where does he get all the money from? He doesn’t look or talk like a good business man—like my father. So…, is he a big guy in a gang? Does he smuggle drugs or something to make the kind of money he has?

  My hair stands on end. Goosebumps explode on my body. Then I feel so silly. Come on, Emilie. This guy saved your life. Does it matter if he is a bad guy? What do you have to lose? If he wants to kill, he must kill for a reason. I definitely can’t give him a good reason to kill me.

  He nods. “Miami, that’s a long drive.” He stands up and paces back and forth. After a while, he sits down. “Okay, I can give you a ride to New York.”

  “Why should I trust you?” Oops. I feel so sorry I actually said that.

  To my surprise, Jack is not a tiny bit angry or upset. “You’re right, kid,” he grins. He sounds so sincere.

  He looks at me with his dark blue eyes. I feel like there is a mysterious world behind these eyes, a world going far beyond my reach and imagination. I look into the eyes, trying to explore the world and discover the secret. But I see only truthfulness, nothing else.

  “Jack,” I try to find the best way to express my concern. “You saved my life and treated me well. I really appreciate it.”

  Jack smiles happily and shakes his head.

  “Meanwhile,” I lower my eyes. I dare not to continue eye contact with him. “I’m not sure I really know who you are.” I whisper.

  “I’m a murder suspect on the run,” he says right away. “Is that what you want to know?”

  I’m shocked. What? Is he kidding me or is that real? “Jack,” I try really hard to smile, “This is no time for jokes.”

  “Whatever.” He looks frustrated. He stands up and paces again. After a long while, he sits down. “Look, kid,” he says, “I may be bad but I’m a million times better than you.”

  What? I’m totally shocked. I can’t believe my ears. “Why do you think so?” My eyes are spitting fire.

  “Because I’m telling you the truth and you are not,” says Jack.

  “No, I’m not lying,” I try really hard not to raise my voice. I pause for a while and then murmur, “I just don’t feel safe.”

  “Oh, yeah?” he smirks. “Am I going to kidnap you and sell you for cash? How much do you think you are worth?”

  This is definitely
humiliating but he is telling the truth. With the cash he has and the black card he is holding, it won’t be worth his time at all.

  “Am I going to kill you?” he asks. “I might have left you in your piece of shit ‘car’ and watch you die slowly. That’s more fun.” He exaggerates the word “car”. That really makes me feel sick.