Dana's Side Ch. 03

I called Lisa, and she told me that she left the party alone, but that Hank had called her that morning, begging to get back together. She told me that he had actually left the party with Gina, and he said that she was a cock tease. She said that she told him that proved that he was an asshole, and that they were done. I told her I was proud of her, and that she would either find someone better, or would certainly find someone in college.

She asked me about Jack, and I told her that he had stayed overnight.

"So, are you a thing, now?" she asked.

"No," I said, "just friends with benefits."

"Cool," she said. I mentioned that he was flirting with Natalie a little, and asked if Lisa knew anything about her. Other than the obvious stuff that we all knew, Lisa had no useful information. She said that she would ask around. We exchanged additional gossip about who ended up with whom, from what we had seen or heard.

Emily called me a little later. "How did it go?" I asked.

"Great, actually," she said.

Fred was very sweet, cuter than she thought, and they had fun doing it. "We went to the park, and did it on a blanket. It was kind of exciting," she admitted.

"I'm glad for you, and I'm sure Fred is happy, too."

She paused and said, "is it wrong that I kind of like him?"

Thinking about my feelings for Jack, I said, "no, not at all. I think that it is easy to forget how nice it is to be with a guy who is nice and treats you well, even if he may not hang out with the same people."

"Yeah," she responded, "we're going to go out again soon."

"Great," I said.

We chatted a little more, and ended the call. I went to Facebook and sent out friend requests to Natalie, Fred and Gina. I didn't expect to hear back from any of them, except maybe Fred.

I was feeling pretty good, despite the drinking and lack of uninterrupted sleep, so I put on my running clothes and went for a short run, came home and showered. I started to study physics again—the test was on Tuesday, but I was beginning to feel more confident. My phone rang, and it was Jack.

"What's going on?" he asked.

"Studying physics, believe it or not," I responded.

I asked him a few physics questions, which he answered easily. He told me about Fred and Emily, which was old news.

"She actually likes him," I told him.

"And he likes her," he answered. "Maybe this can be a thing for them."

"Yeah," I replied, "that would be great."

I paused, and said, "My mom had a great time with your father."

He replied, "And he said he had a great time with your mother."

We paused, and I guess he was having the same uncomfortable thoughts.

"Yeah, I said, "Let's change the subject."

"Did you see Gina making out with Hank?" he asked.

"Yeah, he's a moron, not good enough for her," I responded.

"That's what Gina said," he responded. "She said she wasn't into it and left early."

I needed to test my nagging belief that Jack had a thing for Gina, and responded, "I never noticed before, but Gina is kind of cute, when she tries."

"Yeah, I noticed that too," he responded.

Crap, I thought, and said, "let me think about who might be good for her, other than you, that is."

He sounded legitimately shocked and responded, "Me? That makes no sense. She's been my best friend since elementary school, but I've never thought of her that way."

"Good," I said, slightly betraying myself, "But think about it--who else do you know who is smart enough to keep up with her? But I bet I can think of someone—maybe from South, or even a college guy."

The conversation stopped briefly, and we filled the space with small talk until Jack said, "I need to study a bit—I've been busy, you know."

"I do know," I said, laughing. "Can we have a last minute study session tomorrow afternoon—my final is Tuesday morning?"

"Do you think that's a good idea?" he asked.

"Just studying," I said. "I promise that I won't touch you."

"Sure," he responded—"be ready with some things you want to go over. My test ends at noon, so how about I come by at 1?"

"See you then, and remember, you really want me to pass this test," I said in my sexiest whisper. He couldn't respond, I guess. "Bye," I said, and ended the call.

That should give him some things to think about, I thought. Maybe I'd planted a seed about Gina, which could bite me in the ass, but I figured that he would find her, or someone like her soon, and I didn't want to waste my time if he was going to dump me. But I did try to weigh the balance by promising him unbelievable sex.

Monday

I got out of bed at about 10, had some coffee and cereal and hit the physics books. I wrote down a bunch of questions for Jack, and worked on some extra problems. I was getting about three quarters right, which would be fine, and I was still going to have one more, chaste, study session with Jack. I showered and put on my baggiest State t-shirt and ratty pajama pants. I brushed my hair into a ponytail and tied it back with a rubberband. And really no makeup, instead of makeup that just looked like no makeup. Jack was about to see me looking about as badly as I ever let other humans see me. I didn't want to tempt Jack, because if he tried to do something, I probably would let him, but I needed to study and focus. I really felt that my future, not to mention my pride, was on the line.

A little after noon, I got a text from Jack, saying that he was done with his test early, so he could come over if that was O.K. I told him it was, and waited. A few minutes later, he knocked on the door and I let him in. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and he looked at me and smiled.

"Sorry, I look terrible," I said, and he didn't let me down, responding,

"No, you always look great to me."

I asked him if he has lunch, and when he didn't, I offered him a ham sandwich, which I made for him—that being the first sandwich I ever made for a guy.

After he ate, we sat down at the table and went through each of my questions. As before, Jack patiently explained the issues, and led me to figure out the right answer on my own. He told me that he had no question but that I would pass, unless I panicked, and we went over a few practice test questions to give me more comfort. I felt ready and confident, due to his good teaching, confidence building and my own hard work. He suggested that I go over my notes once more, then step away, watch TV, then go to bed. That made sense.

Now, it was time for me to have some fun with him. Now that I expected to pass the test, I was going to have to follow through on my promise of showing my appreciation. My goal was to have Jack quivering with anticipation of what was to happen, by teasing him about it. But I also needed to make sure that the timing would work, so that no one was home, etc.

I asked, "When are your next tests?"

He responded, "I have two on Friday, and then I'm done."

I said, "I have one on Wednesday morning and two on Friday, too. But I'm ready for those. So you are free on Wednesday afternoon and Thursday?"

"Why?" he asked.

"I'm going to convince Mr. Stone to grade my test right away and tell me if I passed—I need to know," I said.

"How will you get that guy to work any harder than he needs to?" Jack asked.

I looked at Jack quizzically and said, "You know how persuasive I can be. I'll show up for the test tomorrow wearing a short skirt and a very low cut shirt. I'll explain to him how important it is that I know my grade soon and how hard I've been working to pass, all while leaning over his desk and giving him a view that he will appreciate. Trust me, I won't even have to ask him—he'll volunteer to grade the test right away."

Jack looked at me with a mix of surprise and amusement. "So, what does that have to do with my schedule?" he asked.

"Well, if, as you expect, I pass, you get to cash in on my promise," I responded.

Based on the look on Jack's face, my plan was beginning to work its magic on him. I continued, "I would want to be with you on Wednesday, and trust me, you will not be in any shape to take a test on Thursday." I saw a look of pure lust pass over Jack's face, before he pulled himself together.

I continued, "Assuming I pass, I promised you that I would really show you my appreciation, but not only for the physics, but for being a nice guy and a wonderful lover." I could see Jack's face redden a little. "I want to focus totally on your pleasure; I won't want you to think about mine. So, just to prolong the agony a little," I said, laughing, "I'm going to give you two choices. Either you tell me what you want—your fantasies—with a couple of rules—it is just you and me, and no pain or humiliation allowed—or, if you trust me, and I hope that you pick this option, you let me choose the agenda."

I could see him thinking, before he finally said exactly what I wanted him to say, "You pick. I will place myself totally in your hands."

I smiled and gave me one of my hottest, sexiest looks, and I could see that it had the desired effect.

"Now," Jack said, "you need to study, and I need to leave."

After he left, I did review my notes once more, looked up a few things on the Internet when I was unsure, watched some silly TV and went to bed.

Tuesday

I woke up earlier than I needed to. Even though I was feeling pretty confident, I was still nervous. I checked my email and Facebook, and saw a message from Jessica, "heard that Jack asked Natalie out for Friday. Thought you might want to know."

Great, I thought. But I was letting it happen, and if he somehow liked her better, then I would deal with that. I took a last quick look at my physics notes, and decided I was as ready as I could be.

I took a shower, and let the hot water run over my body, trying to relax and focus. I really wished that I could just throw on some comfortable clothing, but I knew I needed to look good enough to persuade Mr. Stone to grade my test. So I picked a tight, low cut shirt and a short skirt, and knee high boots. I got dressed and had a quick breakfast before going to school. Before I left, I went into the bathroom and took a picture of myself, displaying my cleavage and butt, for later.

The halls were full of kids getting ready for finals. I walked toward my classroom, head high, looking confident. No one else needed to know how close I was to blowing my scholarship. Even though I had told a few close friends, I hadn't heard anyone else saying anything, so it sounded like my friends didn't blab the information. Whether it was out of consideration for my friendship, or fear of reprisal, I didn't care.

I entered the test room a little early, and Mr. Stone was sitting at his desk, organizing papers. I strutted up to his desk, bent low over his desk and saw his eyes drawn to my chest.

"Mr. Stone," I said, in a flirty tone. "I really, really need a favor from you today,"

He lifted his eyes and looked at my face, "Yes, what, Dana?" he asked, emotionlessly.

"Well," I said, literally batting my eyelashes, "I know I haven't done well in your class this year, but if I don't pass the final, I will lose my scholarship to State, and won't be able to go to college."

He started to look annoyed and began to speak, but I heaved my chest and interrupted, "I'm not asking you for a passing grade. I intend to earn that. I've been working for the last week with Jack Davis, and I've been studying so, so hard."

"Good," he said, "I'm glad that you finally decided to pay attention to your school work."

I stood up, so that his eyes were at the level of my crotch, and I spread my legs a little before bending down again. "I'm sorry. I guess I should have worked harder during the year," I forced my eyes to tear up, and he handed me a tissue, which I took, briefly touching his flabby hand. "But I need to know where I stand."

He looked me up and down and I sobbed a little and again heaved my chest into his face. "How about if I grade your test after you hand it in?"

I gave him one of my best smiles. "You would do that for me?" I asked.

"Sure," he said, "just wait in the hall after the test."

"Thank you, so much, Mr. Stone, I really appreciate it."

I turned sharply, causing my skirt to lift up a bit and give him a brief glimpse of my ass, as I sat down in my seat. First mission accomplished. Now, I needed to kick this test's butt.

When everyone was seated, Mr. Stone handed out the tests, and I looked at the first question. It was exactly the same as one of the review questions that Jack and I had gone over, which gave me confidence, and I started to write down my answer. I worked my way through the test, feeling pretty good about most of the questions, although there were a few that I struggled with. I finished and had time to go back over a few answers, and found a couple of math errors that I fixed. I was not the last one in the classroom when I handed in my test, and Mr. Stone whispered, "I'll take a look at this now, come back in a little while.

I turned and gave him another little ass show, and went into the hallway. I was almost certain I passed. I texted Jack, "Just finished. It was hard, but I'm pretty sure I passed. See the attached. Stone is grading now. Ha Ha." I attached the picture I took before leaving home.

Jack responded, "Good luck, and thanks for the reminder of how hot you are."

About 15 minutes later, after everyone had finished the test, Mr. Stone came out of the classroom and called me over. He took a quick look down my shirt, and said, "I'm proud of you, Dana. You got an 82. Great work. It's just a shame that you didn't work this hard all year, because you could have aced this class."

I almost hugged the guy, but I figured that wouldn't be a good idea. Instead, I smiled, shook his hand and thanked him. I ran out of school and texted Lisa and Jessica that I passed. I got into my car and went home.

The first thing I did when I got home was to strip naked and take a picture of myself on my bed, squeezing my breasts together with my arms. I texted Jack, "I got an 82. You rock. Please see the attached. What you see is going to be all yours on Wednesday." I attached the picture.

A few minutes later, he responded, "Wow."

Now, it was time to really start raising the heat on him. I texted back, "Be here at 3 tomorrow. Do not be a second late."

"Don't worry," he replied. I then texted Sarah and asked her what Jack's favorite pizza was, but not to tell him I asked. She responded "sausage."

I had an evening shift at the restaurant, so I quickly ran out to the mall to buy a few items from Victoria's Secret, the drug store and a few other places, to be fully prepared for Jack. I was planning something that he would never forget. Before I left for work, I stripped down again in my room and took a few sexy pictures. I emailed each of them separately to Jack, saying only "Places you may be visiting".

I was pretty sure that he would like them. On the way to Orlando's, I stopped at The Pizza Joint and went in to speak with Victor, the owner. He was probably in his late 30's, not bad looking, pumped up, with long curly black heavy metal hair. We had been carrying on a platonic flirting relationship since I was about 14, and he often would slip me extra pizza, or a free order of wings. It was totally friendly, and not at all creepy, although I could understand how it might sound that way.

"Victor, my love," I said as I entered the store.

"How's the most beautiful girl in town?" he responded, as he always did.

"I'm great, my dear," I said. "I am going to need a large sausage pizza and an order of your finest wings, as a surprise for my boyfriend, tomorrow night. Can you have it ready at about 7:30, and I'll call you for delivery?"

"For you and the lucky guy who gets to be your boyfriend, anything," he replied.

"Thanks, sweetie," I said, and left. He didn't have to know that technically, Jack wasn't my boyfriend, but it was easier than explaining the situation.

It was a good shift. For the first time in a while, I was feeling good, and friendly, and my tips reflected that. There was one table of cute college guys, and I flirted with them, for sport, but didn't give my number to any of them. I made enough to cover the props and clothing that I had bought for Jack's surprise.

When I got home, Mom was home, watching TV. She told me that Jack's dad had invited her to his lake house for the weekend, and that she was going. She sounded nervous, but I was happy for her and we talked about what she should wear, and bring. It was kind of cute. I went upstairs and checked my email, and saw Jack's response to the pictures, which was "Really looking forward to the tour." I responded, "3 o'clock".

Lisa, Jessica and the others wanted to go out to celebrate, but I had a test in the morning and wanted to be fresh for the next day's activities. I suggested Friday night—I knew Jack was busy—and we all agreed.