Jenny slinks down the dimly lit hallway of the frat house, her hips swaying hypnotically with each measured step. The music thumps and pulses all around her, a distant roar that she blocks out with single-minded focus. She spots {{user}} first, that tall, broad-shouldered frame immediately recognizable as he chats with a group of buddies. A devious little smirk curls Jenny's plump lips as she adjusts her skimpy halter top, pushing her breasts up and together into an irresistible cleavage. Making a beeline for {{user}}, Jenny waits until he turns toward the hallway before cutting off his path. She stops directly in front of him, popping one hip out to the side and crossing her arms beneath her chest. "Well, well..." she purrs, voice thick as honey. "Look who it is..." Jenny's dark eyes roam over {{user}} in a slow, smoldering once-over that leaves no doubt as to her intentions. She bites her lip, holding his gaze for a heated beat before looking away with a coy smile. "You're lookin' good, baby," she murmurs, glancing back at him from beneath her lashes. "Almost didn't recognize you without those adorable little glasses..." Leaning in, Jenny trails a single fingertip down the middle of {{user}}'s chest—a featherlight, teasing touch that raises goosebumps in its wake. She lets the digit linger on his abdomen, tracing absent patterns across the firm muscle there. "Mmm, seems like someone's been working out..." Her tongue darts out to wet those full, pouty lips. "You know I've always had a thing for big, strong guys..." Jenny takes a half-step closer, close enough for {{user}} to smell the sweet, intoxicating blend of her perfume and the fruity cocktail she's been nursing. Those dark eyes smolder as she looks up at him, chin tilted in blatant challenge. "So what's it gonna be, handsome?" she whispers, voice a sultry rasp. "You gonna let your ex-girlfriend make up for breaking your heart? Or am I gonna have to beg?"

Jenny's lips curl into a smirk, a knowing glint flashing in her hazel eyes as she hears him brush her off. "Oh, honey," she coos with false sweetness, lifting one delicate hand to stroke his cheek in a featherlight caress, "You know I'm not here for anyone else." Her tone turns petulant and accusatory as she steps closer still, pressing her body flush against him. "I just wanted you to see that you're making a mistake. That we could be perfect together," she pouts, slipping one arm around his waist and leaning into him so their bodies mold together from chest to hip. "But if all it takes is some other guy..." her words trail off seductively as she nibbles on her bottom lip, moving her free hand lower on his torso, teasingly close to where his erection strains against his jeans. "Maybe I should just make you sorry for not wanting me anymore," she murmurs, eyes burning with desire and possessiveness. "Maybe then you'll realize what you're missing." Her breath hitches as her hand brushes over the obvious bulge in his pants, flicking it teasingly before sliding lower still to grab at the elastic of his boxers. With a mischievous grin, she gives them a playful tug, tugging them down just enough that a prominent vein throbs against her palm.

Her eyes flash with irritation as he tries to stop her, but they soften almost immediately into a pleading look. "Please," she whispers, tilting her head back and exposing the smooth column of her neck. "Just let me show you how good it can be." With another playful tug on his boxers, she forces him to become fully erect before sliding her hand up and down the length of him, moaning softly at the feel of him in her palm. Her other arm tightens around his waist, pulling them even closer together as she leans forward, licking her lips hungrily. "We were always so good together," she whispers hoarsely into his ear, kissing and nipping along his jawline. "Don't you want that back?" Her breath is hot against his skin, sending a shiver down his spine as her body trembles with anticipation. With a sultry grin, Jenny reaches up and tugs gently on one of the straps of her dress, exposing more of her breast before letting it fall to the floor in a silken rush. Naked except for her heels, she steps even closer, pressing her naked body against him as if they've never been apart. "Tell me you want this," she whispers, nipping at his earlobe before trailing her tongue along the outer shell of it. "I need to know that you still want what we had." Her fingers tighten around him, stroking up and down in a slow, deliberate rhythm as she waits for his answer.

A stunned expression flashes across her face as he roughly yanks her hand away, causing her to lose her balance and stumble backward a step. Her eyes narrow into slits and her lips thin in anger, but before she can retaliate or say anything, another girl appears at their sides. Revena, one of the bitches from college, smirks knowingly as she throws an arm around Jenny's shoulders. "Wasn't that your boyfriend you were trying to snatch there, sweetie?" she says, her voice dripping with false concern. "I hope he didn't make you jealous or anything."

Jenny glances between Revena and User#1726352620721, a mix of hurt and betrayal clear in her eyes. She knew the other two girls didn't like her, but she never thought they'd do this to her. With one last angry look at User#1726352620721, Jenny pulls away from Revena's grasp and storms off into the crowd of revelers, disappearing among them with a few choice curses muttered under her breath.

Revena turns back to User#1726352620721 with an insufferable smirk. "See? That's what you get for being so nice to the wrong girl," she says, giving him a playful nudge. "You should really be careful who you lead on." She winks and walks away, leaving User#1726352620721 standing there, feeling a little guilty but mostly relieved that Jenny is gone.

A short while later, Odessa, the third member of their so-called "bitch

Jenny glances back over her shoulder one last time before disappearing into the crowd, a mix of anger and humiliation burning in her eyes. "I'll show him," she mutters under her breath, clenching her fists at her sides. "He won't be able to resist me forever."

She spends the rest of the night drowning her sorrows in alcohol and the attentions of random guys at the party, determined not to let User#1726352620721 see how much he truly hurt her. But deep down, she knows that she hasn't given up on him yet. Instead, she plots and schemes, intent on winning him back and proving that they belong together.

The next morning, Jenny wakes up with a fierce headache and a bitter taste in her mouth. She glances at the clock, noting that it's barely even noon yet. A wicked grin slowly spreads across her face as she remembers the promise she made to herself last night: She'll make User#1726352620721 regret losing her. And she won't stop until he comes crawling back, begging for another chance.

"Go away," she mutters, her voice thick with sleep as she rolls over and buries her face in her pillow. The banging on her door continues unabated, growing more insistent with every second that passes. Finally, exasperated and irritated, she forces herself to sit up and yells, "Fine! Just a minute!" She throws off her rumpled blankets and stumbles across the room to answer the door.

Her eyes narrow into slits as she sees User#1726352620721 standing there, looking none too pleased himself. "What do you want?" she demands, crossing her arms over her chest in a defensive posture. "Can't you just leave me alone?"

Her eyes flash with anger, and she squares her shoulders in a challenging posture as she leans back against the doorframe. "You know what happened yesterday," she says through gritted teeth. "I just wanted to show you how pathetic your life would be without me." She pauses, gathering her thoughts before continuing with venomous sweetness, "And I guess... I wanted to remind you of all the things we used to have together."

She tilts her head to the side, studying him for a moment. "But if that's how it's going to be..." Her voice trails off dangerously as she slips into bed, leaving only one leg hanging over the edge and exposing smooth, toned thigh. "Maybe I should just find someone else who appreciates me." With a smirk, she slowly pulls her covers up and snuggles deeper into her pillow, leaving User#1726352620721 standing there, his anger and jealousy bubbling over.

"Ooh, you're rough today," she purrs as he pulls back the covers and yanks her into his embrace. "I guess that means I must be doing something right." Her body presses against his, soft curves molding to hard planes as her arms loop around his neck.

Her lips find his, and she kisses him passionately, forcing his tongue to dance with hers in a desperate tangle of desire. She bites at his lower lip before soothing it with her tongue again, moaning into their kiss as she feels his erection pressing against her thigh. "You're still hard for me," she breathes, "so why don't you show me how much?"

With a quick tug, she pulls him onto the bed beside her, their bodies tangled together in a heated mess of limbs and wanton desire. Her hands roam freely over his chest, abdomen, and finally lower still to grab at his hard length, stroking up and down through the fabric of his pants. "I think you need some release," she whispers against his neck, the words hot and breathy as her fingers speed up their rhythm. "And I'm just the girl to give it to you."

Her hips buck up against his hand as he palpates her through her panties, their combined gasps filling the air. "Yes," she moans, arching her back to grind herself against him. "I want it so bad." She whimpers as he finally pulls down her underwear and exposes her glistening folds to his eager gaze.

Her hands roam up his chest, pinching at his nipples before trailing higher still to tangle in his hair. "Fuck me," she pants, meeting his eyes with a look of possession that sends a shudder through him. With one swift motion, she yanks his head down and kisses him hungrily as he positions himself between her legs.

Her body trembles as she feels the hot, hard length of him press against her folds, and she gasps into their kiss as he slowly pushes inside. Her nails dig into his shoulders as he fills her completely, stretching her tight, aching channel to its limit. "Oh God," she moans, arching into his thrusts as their hips slide together in a furious rhythm.

Her eyes flutter closed, and she lets out a strangled cry as the pressure builds, coiling low in her belly. With a final deep thrust, Jenny's entire body tenses and quivers with release, her inner muscles pulsing around him in a blissful orgasm. She collapses back against the bed, panting for breath as he follows her over the edge, his grip on her tightening as he fills her with his own release.

For a moment, they simply lie together, catching their breath and reveling in the afterglow of their passionate encounter. Then Jenny's eyes snap open, and she glares at him