EroticReverie

Jessa

When Elliot asked me to accompany him last minute to the dinner party at the chancelors dinner party, which was really more of a cocktail party or gathering, I almost told him no. 

He's explained to me that Grand wasn't saying a damned thing about us, he also told me Grand himself had his own indiscretions to hide. Which, I sort of guessed, but never had confirmation, But now I did. 

I told him I'd go. Only because, I wanted to see him tonight, even if it was among his colleagues and my peers. Even if...his wife was going to be there. 

It wasn't the first time I'd been in the same room with Rebecca, I'd seen her once or twice meeting Elliot on campus for lunch. Another time when he had me drop off some things to his house for him that he had forgotten in his classroom. 

I just hoped that i'd be able to keep my eyes off her husband enough to not make it obvious I was fucking him. 

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Elliot

"She should be in a minute" I tell Rebecca, as we wait outside the chancelors house for Jessa. 

Sure enough a few seconds later, and uber driver pulls up along the curb and I see her in the back seat. I swallow hard. 

As she steps out, I wish for her to get back in the car, and go the fuck home. Because she looks so fucking good, and I won't be able to not at least touch her , to feel her body in that satin dress. 

She's wearing a thing strapped emerald green satin dress. It's somewhat loose but still hugs her curves. It's down right past her knees, and she's wearing black strappy shoes, that I want thrown over my fucking shoulder as I pound her in that fucking dress. 

The neck line hangs, in a low swoop. No fucking bra I notice as she walks forward towards us, giving an innocent little smile as her hard fucking nipples threaten to poke right through that dress. They're rock hard, just like my dick is going to be if I don't pull it together. 

"Thanks for coming Jessa" I say, giving a nod, and she does too and then looks to my wife and smiles. Smiles as if she's not riding my dick at least 5 days a week. 

"Hi there, I'm Rebecca" my wife says with a smile. 

"Jessa...we've met before actually...a few times" she says. 

"Oh...right" my wife laughs slightly. "Sorry, I've a terrible memory" 

Jessa nods politely and I want to put my hand through her fucking hair, grab her and kiss her. 

She has her hair pulled back on one side, fastened with a barrette that matches her dress and her shoulder is bare, but her hair falls down over the side. 

"Shall we?" she says with a little smile to my wife and nods to the chancelors front steps. I turn as Jessa walks past me, and her and my wife walk towards the steps. 

The dress is fucking backless, he smooth fucking skin bare for me to see. For anyone to see. I grit my teeth, not wanting to share even her bare back with anyone. I'm already plotting of how to get her alone, how to pull on those hard fucking nipples, and slap her hot ass in that satin dress, and maybe slip my hand up her dress, because, I can tell shes not wearing any god damn panties...again. Because the satin shows everything, and theres not even a hint of a panty line on her hips. God damnit. 

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Jessa

I walk around with Elliot and his wife, as he introduces us both to people we pretty much already know. A few professors I've never really met or talked to though, are "pleased to meet" me, and compliment Rebecca on how "lovely" she looks. 

Even though most of the students are underage, we're allowed glasses of champagne apparently, so I snag one as soon as one of the waiters comes around with them on a tray. I pluck one right off and sip it immediately, already wanting out of this little dinner party, because I'm not sure how much longer I can pretend I'm not screwing her husband. Paranoid that she sees right fucking through me. 

Elliot seems to be at east at least, which calms me slightly, and I talk to one of my professors as professor Grand comes up beside him. 

"Miss Jones.." he smirks. "Lovely to see you here." he nods slightly. 

My stomach does back flips and I nod. 

"You too." I say and then hand my empty glass of champagne to the waiter. Then turn to my professor with a polite smile. 

"Excuse me, I have to use the ladies room." I say and turn, leaving before Grand can make me feel anymore uncomfortable. 

I make my way out of the large room where everyone is gathered, a few straggling in the halls and the foyer. An employee of the house, directs me to the bathroom on the second floor, as the first floor restroom is currently occupied. 

I climb the stairs and go into the bathroom and hide out of a few minutes. 

I check my face in the mirror, the champagne already adding a little pink to my cheeks and I double check my minimal makeup to make sure everything is in place.

"One second" I say to the person knocking on the other side of the door. 

The knock directly afterwards again. 

"Someones in here!" I say louder. "Just a sec!" 

I run the water rinsing my hands, and then shake them after turning off the water as the person knocks again. 

"Jesus" I mutter under my breath. 

"Coming!" I say as I walk to the door , unlocking it , and pulling it open. 

"Sorry, I.." I pause as Grand stands in the doorway grinning. 

"Everything okay Miss Jones?" he says, cocking his head slightly, his body, blocking the entire door way as he stands over me. 

Grand is a bit younger than Elliot, a bit shorter, broader shoulders, not as fit as Elliot, a little bit of a dad bod. He would be attractive if it werent for the slimey smile he's giving me right now. Looking up and down my dress. His eyes shamelessly resting on my chest.

"Are you cold Miss Jones?" he smirks , his eyes them lifting to mine. 

"No." I say. My eyes narrowing slightly. 

"You look cold..." he says , looking back down. "Very cold actually" he grins and his hand lifts, as if he's going to actually reach to my fucking breasts and I step back. 

"Oh come on.." he says, stepping into the bathroom , making me back up. I swallow hard as he then slowly closes the door behind him . 

"I need to get back downstairs." I say. 

"Sure, of course....we both do." he says, stepping closer. 

"Elliot said you'd be a little hesitant..." he says and I scrunch my brows. 

I'm pushed up against the sink before I know it. Grand's hand on my hip as I cringe away to the side, but his other hand slips onto my opposite hip. 

"He told me what a good fuck you are." Grand says grinning. I swallow. 

"I'm ...I dont know what you're talking about" I say , trying to back up further, but having nowhere to go. Did Elliot talk about me like that to him? 

"Said your cunt is nice and tight...." Grand says, his voice making my skin crawl, goosebumps raising on my skin. 

"Just like those tight..hard little nipples in your dress Jessa" he says, his hands grabs my waist now, I stiffen and his hands slide up my sides. 

" I bet he loves sucking on these." he says and I cringe, frozen somehow unable to move, from fear, or something, I dont know. But I can only look up at him as his thumbs slide up my breasts and over my nipples. 

"Do you like older men sucking on your tits?"  He cocks his head with a grin and pushes himself into me. 

"You do." he says and I flinch as his fingers grab my nipples through the satin and pinch. Hard. 

I wince and he grins wider. 

"I think i'd like to see them..." he says, his knuckles grazing up my dress, over my chest his fingers sliding around the strap of my dress. 

"I dont think I-"

"Elliot said it was fine...said i'd enjoy the view...he dared me to try....said you were his....that you'd never ever let another man touch you....he fucking laughed about it...." he says and I feel a pang in my chest. Did he? And if he did, was he just...I don't know...pretending? Making Grand believe we werent really serious? We...werent serious...I guess...maybe he did say those things...maybe he meant them too. 

"He said you were becoming a bit of a headache too.." he says and I feel my face betray me, the doubt clearly written on my face, with my hurt feelings. How would Grand know that I'd been giving Elliot a hard time, unless he said something to him. 

The strap on my dress falls, as he lifts his hand up along my other arm to the other strap. 

"He asked me to keep you out of his hair tonight....was afraid you'd look at him look at him like a little puppy, and give away suspicion to his wife." he says.

"He told me you would be a little shy at first, but let me know how easily youd end up spreading your legs..." he says and I take a deep breath. 

"Fuck you...fuck you both" I say and he only grins.

"That's what I'm hoping for sweetheart...to fuck you." he says and I bat his hand away as the other strap falls and I pull it up. He chuckles. 

"Are we playing hard to get?" he asks, cocking his head, grabbing my hips again as I start to move away. 

"Let me go" I say and push at his chest. Fuck him. And fuck Elliot for say that shit to him. 

"I can't." he says. I gasp when he reaches down and grabs at my dress , pulling up , tugging it with an evil grin on his face. I slap at his hands, and move, and push at him. He keeps laughing , trying to pull it up again. I slap his face.

He only laughs. 

"We can play it rough if you want" he says, and slaps me back. 

I let out a yelp, holding my face. 

"Get off!" I yell, and slap at him again, clawing at him, and as he reaches for my dress again to lift it, the bathroom door opens. 

I whimper in fear, as Gran has ahold of my wrists in a punishing grip and looks to the door as I do. 

"You fucking prick." Elliot rumbles from the door. 

"Get....your fucking hands....off her." his jaw ticks. 

Grand releases my wrists, throwing them down and stepping back. 

"Mind your own business Elliot, me and your little friend were having a little fun...I told you they spread it for anyone." Grand says, but all I can do is shake, trembling like a fucking leaf. Did I almost....was he going to....I feel like I might be sick. 

"Grand, I'm giving you three seconds to step away from her, and get the fuck out of here, before I bash your fucking head into a wall." Elliot glowers at him.

"And cause a scene over this slut?" Grand says gesturing to me. 

Elliot walks over and without warning, punches Grand straight in the nose. 

I jump and yelp , sliding away against the bathroom wall as Grand grabs his nose, which is gushing blood. 

"Get the fuck out." Elliot says.

Grand says something but mumbles it as he just shakes his head at Elliot and leaves. 

I let out a whooshing breath and almost fall to the floor as Elliot catches me and brings me to his chest. 

"Are you alright?" he asks, wrapping an arm around me, cradling my head in his other hand. 

"Did he hurt you?" he asks, his voice laced with pain and anger. 

I shake my head, lying, my cheek still stinging from the smack he laid across my face. 

"Jessa" he says lifting my face, and kissing me. Kissing me again, planting his mouth on mine over and over as he strokes my hair. 

"I'll fucking kill him." he says, his voice harsh and angry. 

I shake my head. "It's fine. I'm fine" 

"No , it's not fine" he growls and lifts my chin.

He's right. It's not fine, if he hasn't come in when he did. I'd have ended up a statistic. A victim. 

He grabs my face, and kisses my forehead and then pulls me into him again, just holding me. 

I let the tears fall, and I shake against his chest as he hushes me. 

"You're okay. I've got you" he whispers, kissing the top of my head. 

"I've got you" he whispers again. 

My tears fall in fear, in sadness, in appreciation, for so many reasons. 

"I want to go home." I whimper against his chest. 

"Of course." he says and kisses the top of my head. 

As we walk down the stairs. Rebecca sees me crying as me and her husband walk down the stairs. 

"What's wrong?" she asks as she walks over to us quickly.

"Family emergency....will you be okay to catch a ride home ?" Elliot says to his wife, and I blink for a second and look between them. 

"No...I'm fine.. I can manage... I.." Elliot cuts me off. 

"Id feel better if someone escorted you." Elliot says, looking at me sternly. He wasnt going to leave me alone, not after what his "friend" almost just did. What his friend DID. 

"sure, yes, of course..." Rebecca nods, and I cry even more now, because fuck. I hated her. Hated her for being so nice. Hated her for having Elliot. 

"I hope everythings ok sweetie" She says, grasping my hands in hers and gives me a look of genuine remorse, maybe even a little pity. 

"Just text me...keep updated alright?" Rebecca says to Elliot and he nods, kisses her cheek and tells her he loves her, and then gently guides me out of the house. 

I sniffle in silence as he walks beside me, hand on my back. 

"You should go back...I'm fine...she'll suspect something is up." I say. 

"She won't suspect a fucking thing....and I'm not going back...I'm taking you home." he says. 

"My roommate is home."  I say with a sniffle as we walk to his car and he opens the passenger side door. 

"Fine. We'll go to a hotel." he says as I slide in and then look up at him. 

"I dont want to go to hotel...I dont want to sleep in a fucking hotel alone" I start to cry. Not because i'm scared, but because I dont want a reminder of being laid in a hotel bed by the man im having an affair with, while he's at home with his wife in their bed together. 

"You're not sleeping alone tonight Jessa." he says , leaning down, grabbing my chin and pressing his mouth to mine. 

"I'm going to be there....all night....I promise." he says. 

My heart stops, my eyes blink, pushing the extra tears down my cheeks. 

"What?" I ask. 

"I'm not leaving you alone tonight. No way in hell." he kisses me again.