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    Three Daves, Book 1: David, Sophomore Year
    Three Daves, Book 1: David, Sophomore Year
    Three Daves, Book 1: David, Sophomore Year
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    Three Daves, Book 1: David, Sophomore Year

    By Nicki Elson

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    Jennifer Whitney always expected to save her virginity for that special someone. But the nineteen year old college sophomore is tired of waiting for the universe to bring him to her—especially while everyone around her is gaining valuable experience in the bedroom…and in the library stacks and in conversion vans…

    Afraid of falling behind, she decides to lose her virginity to her friend David, someone she’d never ever risk a romantic relationship with after what he did to her. Trouble is, she’s been crushing on David since freshman year. Can she really take that step with him and not fall into the trap of hoping things will turn real?

    This is part one of a reboot of the novel Three Daves.

    “I asked my interior designer to give me something appropriate for defiling virgins.” ~David
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherOmnific Publishing
    Release dateApr 26, 2016
    ISBN9781623422417
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      Three Daves, Book 1 - Nicki Elson

      Chapter 1

      David. He sent a rush of adrenaline through Jen at just a glimpse of him from across the cropped lawn of the north quad. She felt it even before she was sure it was him. The guy’s washed-out denim jacket, hugging a mid-sized frame, and dark, unruly hair was enough to plant him in her mind.

      She and David had met through a mutual friend the previous year, their freshman year at Central Illinois University. David was the guy who always made her heart beat a little faster whenever she saw him. He was the guy she loved ending up with in some cozy corner at a party, talking about music or favorite movies or whatever. But they’d never moved beyond friendship. David had a girlfriend from back home, a girlfriend who just a few weeks ago had joined him at CIU for the new school year. No matter how much chemistry Jen and David might have, she knew he was destined to only ever be her what if guy.

      She had no idea that by the end of sophomore year, David would catapult straight past what if to being the first guy to make her entire body hum. She had no idea she’d lose her virginity so soon. Though she was sometimes embarrassed at feeling like the only virgin on campus, her virtue was a source of pride for her. That day, as she moved past the three-story stone and brick buildings that had been there for more than a hundred years, she had every intention of saving it.

      The trees and shrubs at this end of campus were large and bushy, giving it a warmer, softer feel than the sharp, modern southern end where she lived for the second year in a row at Longbourn Hall. Drawing closer to the guy, she could make out more of his details—thick lashes surrounding deep brown eyes, the pouting curve of his mouth as he focused on the hacky sack he tapped with his black Chuck Taylor high tops. It was David, all right.

      Hey! Jen called, waving. He looked up and tightened his mouth. It seemed as if he’d tried to smile, but it hadn’t worked out so well. What’s wrong?

      He kept his dark eyes fixed on the rise and fall of the tiny sack. Ashley screwed around on me. The bag fell to the ground.

      Jen stared at him, her mouth gaping and eyes wide. Ashley and David had been going out for two years. He’d waited all last year for his girlfriend to graduate high school so she could be with him on campus. How could she do that?

      David shrugged as he bent to scoop up the bag. He held onto it in one hand and picked at it with the other. She met some guy last week and decided she likes him better than me.

      That sucks. Having no experience in the matter, Jen didn’t know what else to say. She’d never had a serious boyfriend, much less one who’d cheated on her. I’m so sorry, David. As much as she’d hoped for a chance with him all last year, she didn’t wish this on him. They stood silent for a few moments, with Jen racking her brain for some way to make him feel better. Some of us are talking about going to Romans tonight. Want to come and drink off your sorrows?

      Romans was what undergrads in-the-know had dubbed the monthly Wednesday night parties held on the same nights that fraternities and sororities—the Greeks—had their date parties. Those who were staunchly independent of the Greek system called themselves Romans. They preferred drinking cheap beer and dancing to retro tunes in a shabby, off-campus house to the more starched Greek functions.

      Nah. David resumed kicking the sack.

      Okay…well, I’ve got to get to class, but call me sometime if you need to talk about it. She didn’t actually expect him to. Their talks were usually of the more frivolous variety.

      Yeah, maybe.

      Later that night, Jen was glad David hadn’t come to the party. Soon after being ushered up a narrow, rickety staircase, she’d spotted Ashley’s strawberry blond hair near the bar alongside one wall. The Roman’s house was located a mile and a half off campus, near the central square of the small downtown. The party was held in a spacious, dormered attic. Jen and three of her friends from the dorm had scavenged a ride to town. The girls had become Romans regulars after most of them had opted out of Greek life freshman year. Only one member of the group, Chris, had joined a sorority, but she often blew off the date parties to come to Romans, instead.

      The many slopes of the ceiling gave the open space the feeling of having different rooms. Jen stayed in a different section from Ashley, hoping David’s ex wouldn’t recognize her from the few times she’d visited CIU the previous school year. When an upbeat tune from The Cure’s later years kicked on, Jen jumped into the mass of bobbing students who danced at the center of the room.

      As one of the party hosts had explained to the girls the previous year, the heavy dose of 80s and early 90s music on the playlist was a nod to the original founders of Romans, two CIU students who were now fabled to have gone on to write sitcoms in Hollywood. David had been essential in cultivating Jen’s appreciation of the post-punk and new wave tunes favored by the Romans. He’d even made her a few retro mix tapes that held a special place in her digital music collection.

      While she danced, Jen inadvertently caught another glimpse of Ashley. The freshman screeched in excitement and ran over. Oh my God, Jen! CIU’s awesome! She threw her arms around Jen’s shoulders and squeezed.

      Yeah… good… glad you like it, Jen stuttered, pushing out of the embrace. So, you’re doing okay, then? I mean, about David.

      Oh, yeah, I’m great! Ashley gave a spastic wave of her hand. Why have one cute guy when you can have twenty?

      Jen couldn’t disagree with that logic, but she found it depressing coming from Ashley’s mouth. David was a great guy. He loved Ashley. Why wasn’t that enough? She became overwhelmed with a need to get away from the girl. Glad you’re having fun. I’ll see you around, okay? She made off toward the bar, where she’d spotted some friends she hadn’t seen yet this semester.

      The next couple of hours passed with the usual chatting, drinking, and dancing. Late into the evening, Jen noticed Ashley again. She was plastered against some guy wearing a pink polo shirt with the collar sticking up. Somebody must’ve left the door open at the frat house.

      ***

      Two days later on Friday afternoon, Chris and Maria, Jen’s friends from down the hall, stood in the doorway of her dorm room. Jen looked through her pocket-sized crossbody purse to make sure she had her phone, money, ID, lipstick, and keys—all the party essentials. Then she stopped in front of the mirror mounted on her closet door to smooth her straight brown hair and put on another coat of lip-gloss.

      Come on! You’re smokin’. Let’s go! Maria demanded. Easy for her to say—Maria was petite and gorgeous. Her long, flowing black hair was the envy of every girl she’d ever met.

      Even still, Jen smiled at the remark. She liked the way her pink cowl neck highlighted what was left of her tan from the summer and complemented her light eyes. Just as she

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