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The Education of Jennifer
by Zula (no address provided)
***
A young inexperienced girl goes off to college from a
small farming town and receives an education not
found in the textbooks. (MMF, nc, rp, 1st, bd)
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Part 1
It had only been four months since Jennifer Russell
had left the small town of Minara. Located in the
middle of nowhere and with a population of thirty
thousand people who knew or knew of everyone's
business, it had been a relief to finally escape to
college in a city four hours away. Of all the seniors
who had graduated from high school, only five had
left the town and farming community to chase bigger
dreams. Jennifer was the only one who had chosen a
state college. In doing so, she left behind her
closest friends Rebecca and Claire.
They had often talked about going off to college
together, but like their other big dreams, it failed
to happen. However, she didn't regret leaving behind
her peers like Karl Malachuk, whom she had despised
for years nor the other teenage boys. with their
constant vulgarity and crudeness. Most of the high
school girls she knew were just as bad.
Jennifer Russell only stood a five foot six, with a
slender body, a beautiful face with bright blue eyes
and flowing blonde hair that cascaded over her
shoulders. She had a smile that could light up an
entire room if she wished and a gentle melodic voice.
Of the three friends, Jennifer was the shyest and
always smartly dressed as a young lady. Her mother
wouldn't let her date; always made sure she helped
around the house and attended church with the family.
She didn't even own a pair of jeans, just some
nondescript work slacks.
While she was popular with most of the boys because
of her looks, they all soon realised that she wasn't
going to put out no matter how hard they tried. She
didn't drink even when she had the opportunity,
preferring to stick with diet sodas. Marijuana or any
other drug was a non-starter. As the Mayor's only
daughter, Jennifer became known as "the ice
princess." There were other less flattering names
than princess. Karl Malachuk and his cronies referred
to her as "the frozen cunt."
The boys set their eyes on easier targets and most of
the girls in high school, except Rebecca and Claire,
were quite happy to put out. There were some pretty
raunchy parties, particularly in the summertime, down
by the lake and the occasional teen pregnancy. But
Jennifer and her two friends were normally long gone
before the heavy necking began in earnest, much to
the amusement of all except those still trying to get
into the threesomes' panties.
It became a hopeless challenge to see who would bag
the girls' cherry and hang their panties in the boys'
trophy case of Karl Malachuk's basement along with
all the others already there.
It was only natural over the years that the teenage
girls split into two camps. Most called Rebecca,
Claire and Jennifer bitches and lesbians for their
aloofness, studiousness and do-goody attitude.
Rebecca, in particular, retaliated by calling the
others sluts, whores and losers. Jennifer tried to
stay out of the fray, but at times was dragged in to
side with her friends.
She perfected the cold, disinterested stare as a put
down. It worked on almost everyone except her younger
brother Jimmy who didn't care and Karl Malachuk, who
she thought was too stupid to understand how much she
despised him. It was a great relief to leave the
toxic environment behind and head off to college
where everyone was new and all excess personal
baggage left behind..
And now, as the small, beaten up minivan sped through
the snow covered countryside towards Minara for the
Xmas holidays, Jennifer Russell was lying flat on her
back naked among the bags and presents. She was
moaning with her legs wrapped around the same Karl
Malachuk who was grunting in her ear as he pounded
her squelching pussy. Jennifer knew the driver was
watching them in the mirror, but she no longer cared
as she neared her long delayed orgasm. "Don't stop,
Karl... please... oooh my god! ... yes... ooh yes!
... yes, oh fuck me, Karl!"
*
The summer had passed in a whirl. From graduation to
the end of August, Jennifer had been kept busy. A
long anticipated three week vacation with her family
touring Europe by bus; helping her uncle and aunt on
the farm in the next State and preparing for her
first year of college all occupied her time.
She barely saw Rebecca or Claire and before she knew
it, summer was over. When she finally caught up with
them, Rebecca had a full time job in the local dairy
and Claire was heading to Central Africa on a year-
long Christian outreach program. It was with some
trepidation and excitement that she finally left
Minara and her friends behind for college.
Her parents drove Jennifer to the city along with her
annoying little brother who had hoped to have a last
great weekend with his friends before the start of
high school. Instead he was being dragged along on
the four hour family trip to set Jennifer up in her
dorm. Jimmy kept quiet though.
He was about to turn sixteen and he wanted to earn
his driver's license and he was already lobbying for
his sister's bigger bedroom since she was going to be
away so much. Jennifer, who was nearing her 19th
birthday, didn't have a driver's license. Her mother,
Esther, who didn't know how to drive either, didn't
see any need for her daughter to have one and there
was only the one car in the family anyway.
That the neighbours and others had two or three cars
in a family didn't matter; in fact, it only proved
they were spendthrifts. As for the idea that Jimmy
would move into the bigger bedroom, Esther wasn't
ready just yet to acknowledge that her daughter was
moving on in her life; nor for that matter was
Jennifer willing to give up her private sanctuary to
her little brother. She told him so in no uncertain
terms. He was such a pain sometimes and if her
parents knew what he and his friends were doing half
the time, he would have been grounded in the basement
except for meals and maybe school.
She was surprised that with her father being the
Mayor that he hadn't been told by the local police
chief and others what Jimmy was up to in the
community. Theft; smoking marijuana; heavy drugs;
vandalism and joy riding with friends were all
secrets that Jennifer gleefully held over Jimmy's
head. There were even rumours that he was a drug
dealer. They had come to an uneasy truce over the
years... on her terms.
The college had offered a choice of accommodation.
The first was the new co-ed dorms. Each room had its
own bathroom; a single bed and study area. The new
cafeteria was in the same building. The second choice
was the old male-only and female-only dorms. Of
these, the female dorm was closer to the library and
the classrooms, but a longer walk to the new
cafeteria. In these buildings, the rooms were shared
and the showers and toilets communal on each dorm
floor.
Jennifer's parents didn't even consider a third
option which was getting shared accommodation off-
campus. They wanted Jennifer to concentrate on her
studies and therefore not waste time cooking,
shopping or commuting to her classes.
Actually, her father, Frank Russell, left the
children's upbringing to his wife's control. If she
was happy - he was happy! And Esther wasn't happy
with the potential distraction of the new co-ed
dorms. She knew Jennifer was a very attractive girl
and would be the target of many young men with only
one thing on their minds - and it wasn't their
studies. She had a long talk with her daughter on
their base intents and laid out the ground rules of
her going off to college: no boys; no alcohol; no
drugs, and no partying. Except for coming home or
occasional shopping, there was no need to leave the
campus.
It even had a chapel near her dorm. Her father, the
four time Mayor John Russell, got Jennifer her first
cell phone - not a smart phone, but a basic one that
was capable of making calls. Her mother told Jennifer
that they would phone her from time to time just to
make sure everything was alright and she should
always have the phone with her. Otherwise, unless it
was an emergency, she shouldn't phone them.
They would also come down unannounced several times
to visit on shopping trips to the city. Jennifer
could only say "yes, Mommy." Jennifer wasn't given
any choice in her accommodation. Esther's frugal ways
decided that the less expensive older dorm for women
only was the route to go. Save money and remove the
boys from the equation at the same time seemed the
best sensible solution.
A late summer heat wave was baking the State, making
it a very long hot drive. They drove past the new co-
ed dorms and cafeteria building. It looked so modern
and clean with a fountain and large communal square
with outside tables. Nearby was the new student union
building and campus shop and the older men-only dorm
and the sports fields and gym. Carrying on to the
other side of the campus, they passed the large
academic buildings, the library and the chapel and
finally came to the women's dorm.
It was a tired three story brick building set on its
own and surrounded by mature trees. There was a bus
stop in front of the building and a few cars in the
small parking lot. A few people were busy emptying
the trunks and back seats and moving boxes and
clothing inside. Disappointed herself, Jennifer heard
her brother whisper under his breath, "What a dump,
sis!"
Her mother had no such qualms. Telling her husband
and Jimmy to stay put, she marched up the sidewalk
with her daughter in tow. Jennifer felt like a little
girl being dragged to her first day at school. Just
inside the front door, they found the building
office. A fan swept the small room but did little to
alleviate the heat. They met a young black woman who
greeted them and checked Jennifer's name on her list.
She brusquely called a young white woman across and
told her to escort Mrs Russell and her daughter to
room 238.
The young woman had an infectious smile with short
red hair and freckles. "Yes, Ma'am," she replied
dutifully, "This way, please. My name is Melissa
O'Connor from Boston and I'm a third year student
here. Welcome to Siebert Hall. I hope you enjoy your
stay with us."
They followed their guide up to the second floor and
then along the corridor nearly to the end. The young
woman told them a full campus guide and dorm
regulations were in the room. She explained that on
the second floor were first and second year students,
while a few third and fourth year had the modified
bigger rooms on the top floor. Because fewer students
were choosing the older building, the bottom floor
was being used for college storage rooms and
converted tutorial classrooms.
Most of the student room doors and windows were open
the second floor, hoping for a breeze. Unlike the new
co-ed dorms, there was no central cooling or heating.
Instead, there were open windows for the summer and
hot water radiators for the winter.
Many of the young women were loosely attired in
shorts and t-shirts trying to beat the heat as they
organised their rooms and met new acquaintances.
Several gave Jennifer and her mother a quick glance
and a friendly smile.
Others just ignored them or were too busy to notice.
Many were dressed very immodestly in Esther's opinion
and she would make sure that Jimmy didn't come in the
building at all. Those that had sound systems hooked
up were very loud and competing to be heard, which
made Esther frown even more. Obviously these girls
were not serious about their education.
Melissa pointed out the communal washrooms and
showers in the middle of the building.
It became quieter once they got past the washrooms.
Several of the room doors were closed. Their guide
explained that there were locked vacant rooms needing
renovation or waiting for possible overflow from the
newer building. For an extra price in Siebert Hall,
students could have a room to themselves if they
wished. If Jennifer wanted an upgrade she would have
to speak to Jasmine Lincoln, the black woman who was
a fourth year student, but also was paid to run the
building. Esther told her primly that would be
unnecessary.
The door to 238 was open and the room quiet. A young
brunette girl was busy hanging up her clothes; her
bed was already made and her books neatly aligned on
the book shelf. A picture of her family showed the
woman with her parents and a teenage girl and boy.
Esther noticed the bible on the girl's desk beside
her computer and nodded to herself approvingly.
"Ooh! Hello, my name is Julie," the girl said as she
heard them and turned to greet them. She had a warm
smile and a pleasant voice. "You must be Jennifer."
Esther appraised Julie quickly. The young brunette
was dressed demurely in a lightweight outfit that
reached her knees. A trickle of perspiration ran down
her neck that she dabbed at with a white
handkerchief.
"My goodness, it's hot! I'm nearly finished. Do you
need help bringing your stuff in?"
Esther was instantly pleased with Jennifer's new
roommate. Quiet, courteous, chaste, helpful and
religious. Excellent! Once Jennifer's suitcases and
boxes were put in the room, Esther insisted that
Julie join them for supper during which she
thoroughly quizzed the young woman. Where was she
from; how old was she; what was she studying as her
major; did she have a boyfriend; what church did she
go to... And it went on and on.
The very personal questions made Jennifer cringe and
she hoped Julie wouldn't hate her because of her
intrusive mother. After they had driven both the
girls back to their dorm room, Jennifer apologised
profusely, but Julie just laughed it off. The next
morning her parents dropped past to say goodbye
before going back to Minara, taking with them a
thoroughly bored and unhappy Jimmy. It was a relief,
thought Jennifer, that her parents were finally gone.
With two days before classes and formal orientation
started, she had plenty of time to unpack and
organise. Jennifer and Julie explored the teeming
campus together and while they did so, they learned
about each other. Jennifer found she really liked
Julie. She was fresh, daring and fun. Well maybe a
little too much sometimes, but Julie seemed intent on
having a good time and included a hesitant Jennifer.
It was strange sharing a room with someone she didn't
know and she found the communal showers and bathroom
a bit daunting with its lack of privacy. Most of the
other girls on the floor seemed so natural and
uninhibited that Jennifer almost felt envious. They
were comfortable strutting around in nothing or next
to nothing. Even Julie didn't hesitate to strip off
in their room when Jennifer was there, but then she
was use to sharing a room with her younger sister.
Jennifer, felt too embarrassed and tried to wait for
Julie to be out of the room in the morning or evening
before she changed quickly. She tended to take her
showers in the early afternoon, during class breaks
and while there fewer people around the dorm. What
she couldn't help do was to observe Julie's naked
body. Later she would privately compare it to her own
in their room's mirror.
They were of similar height, although Julie was a 34b
bra size to Jennifer's 32a and had slightly rounder
hips. Jennifer blushed at times when she would see
Julie momentarily facing her naked, her dark thick
pubic hair and sometimes plump labia lips protruding.
Occasionally at night she heard the other girl
secretly masturbating with small intense moans
slipping past her lips. Feeling less guilty,
Jennifer's own hand would fall between her thighs and
gently caress her clitoris through her pyjamas before
falling asleep in a comfortable glow. She missed
being able to hump her pillow.
Julie laughed when she saw Jennifer's wardrobe and
explained that after years of having her younger
sister always borrowing her clothes, she was hoping
to share someone else's. But there didn't seem to be
much to try on. She was totally amazed that Jennifer
didn't have any jeans and nodded her head
sympathetically as Jennifer explained her mother's
strict dress code. "Well, we will have to change that
even if its just for college," Julie exclaimed
decisively.
A few days later Jennifer had her first pair of tight
fitting jeans. She loved them! The cost unfortunately
tore a large hole in her meagre monthly allowance
from her parents, but she didn't care. She was
admiring them in the full length mirror on the back
of the room door when the phone rang. It was her
mother wondering when she was going to be getting a
copy of Jennifer's class times.
As she chatted with her mother assuring her that all
was fine and the professors seemed nice. Yes, Julie
is good... Even as she was talking, Jennifer was
running her hand along the material admiring the way
it made her legs look and shaped her butt. She smiled
guiltily at her reflection. "Ah mommy dearest, what
you don't know," she thought.
"Well, you sound happy enough - so that's good. Say
hello to Julie for us. Study hard, Jenny. We want to
be proud of you," her mother said before she hung up.
Julie was very laid back and a lot more worldly than
Esther had been inclined to believe from first
impressions. Jennifer gasped in surprise one morning
when she saw Julie open the bible up and it was
hollowed out. It was a joke gift from her girlfriends
before she went off to college. Inside were her birth
control pills which she laughingly said, she took
religiously. It opened up a whole new topic for them
to share. It was a very red faced Jennifer, who under
intense questioning, confessed to still being a
virgin.
"Good grief, girl! What are you waiting for - the
right man? It's time to get you laid. Consider it
part of your college education," When she saw the
horrified look of her roommate's face, Julie
softened, "Or not. But you should be ready in case
you do find the right hunk and opportunity to match!"
It was a very nervous and embarrassed Jennifer who
was dragged by Julie to the campus clinic. Julie
encouraged her by saying it would help increase her
boob size if nothing else - another factor that
always intimidated Jennifer when she saw the well-
endowed girls walking around her dorm. She was amazed
at how easy it was to get a prescription after a
quick examination and talk by a female doctor.
If it had been a male doctor she would never have
gone past the reception desk. But it wasn't and her
mother would never be informed that she had gone on
the pill - something her family doctor in Minara
would certainly have done. As it turned out later
when she checked for information on the internet
library computer about increasing breast size and
birth control pills, it didn't look like it was true
for everyone which left her feeling disappointed. So
Julie introduced her to white wine and it was a
lovely revelation.
As the days turned into weeks, she studied hard, even
tutoring Julie in several of her weaker subjects.
While Julie tried to balance her social life with her
studies, Jennifer buckled down to get the marks she
knew her parents were expecting. The college library
became her second home. Unlike Julie, she didn't have
a tablet or any other type of computer.
After a week of watching Julie breeze through
research online in their room, Jennifer knew she had
to convince her parents that it was no longer a
luxury but a necessity for her education. While the
tablets were very inexpensive, her parents seemed
very reluctant. Finally it was agreed, they would
talk about it when she came home for Thanksgiving. In
the meantime, she would continue to use the ones
available in the college library.
Attracted by her long blonde hair, slender body and
attractive face, there were a few young men who tried
to pick Jennifer up, but she was so cautious they
soon gave up for easier targets, much to Julie's
disgust. Once a week she insisted that Jennifer break
away from the campus and they would go out for an
inexpensive dinner together. Invariably Julie would
drag her into a bar hoping they could pass as legal
drinking age. Most often even if the bar tenders knew
they were underage, they would be allowed to stay.
Two pretty girls at the bar never hurt business and
enforcement in the city wasn't that strict. Julie was
always able to flirt just enough to get free drinks
for them both which was educational for Jennifer in
its own right. And that she could do it without
having to get too serious in return was interesting -
sometimes a quick kiss, or a small grope was
sufficient and Julie didn't seem to mind.
Other times she would give Jennifer the sign that she
was interested in a new male companion and she would
be alright on her own. Jennifer would catch a bus
back to the campus and then wait to hear all about it
when Julie returned. There was once when she couldn't
sleep well because Julie didn't come back until the
next morning, but she kept any judgement of her
friend to herself.
One night they had such a good time out for supper
with the wine flowing freely, they ended up going to
a tattoo parlour. Another first in Jennifer's
education. Julie was seriously contemplating a small
butterfly on her shoulder, but when Jennifer refused
to have one too, they settled on having matching
pearl belly rings instead. As her treat, Julie paid
for it and also included Jennifer having her ears
pierced for the first time. While she wouldn't ever,
ever show her belly ring, Jennifer wondered what her
mother would say about the new golden studs in her
ears.
Mid-terms exams were gruelling. Even Julie buckled
down and by the time they were finished both girls
were ready for a Friday night out. Even as they were
enjoying a pasta dinner just off campus, Jennifer's
phone rang. "Yes, mommy... The exams went well, I
think.... No, I'm with Julie. We're having a late
meal in the cafeteria..." She rolled her eyes at
Julie who was shaking her head in resignation while
smiling at the white lies being told.
Julie didn't know how her roommate, bless her timid
little soul, put up with so much interference and
control from her mother. While she listened half-
heartedly to the conversation, she saw another girl
from their dorm floor coming over to the table. It
was Gabriella, a second year student with whom they
had shared meals with on occasion and a class or two
during the week. Gabriella wondered if Julie and her
friend wanted to go to a house party for a good time
and free booze.
Julie didn't tell Jennifer what they were up to until
they were in a taxi with Gabriella and heading
towards the party. Jennifer was reluctant, but that
was nothing new when Julie was leading her into the
unknown. It was a house in the older part of the city
and there appeared to be a crowd of about thirty or
more people. The hosts of the party weren't surprised
to see the girls walk in and greeted Gabriella with a
cheer.
There was music, food and a lot of free drinks flying
around. The kitchen seemed a popular spot for those
more interested in smoking marijuana and anything
else on offer. The living room had been partially
cleared for a dance floor and the larger furniture
pushed up against the wall. The dining area was a bar
with all sorts of alcohol and wine.
Julie and Gabriella were soon in the thick of it,
enjoying themselves while Jennifer retreated to a
corner where she was constantly being engaged in
conversation with many of the young men. They all
seemed to know each other from the industrial
vocation school. She quickly realised that the men
outnumbered the women almost two to one so there was
no way to avoid the attention. She envied the ease of
her friends mingling with the other people.
Both Julie and Gabriella were up dancing as were most
of the women. Every time a song ended another guy
would move in for his turn. Seeing Jennifer still
standing off to one side talking to several men for
what seemed like forever, Gabriella grabbed her by
the hand and dragged her onto the dance floor. Julie
smiled her encouragement and moved to join them.
Laughing and having a good time, they danced and
danced. Except for one man, they all behaved as
perfect gentlemen even during the slow dances. The
jackass had obviously had too much to drink or smoke
or both. He kept trying to feel up under Jennifer's
dress.
Finally another fellow took him off to one side and
read him the riot act for which Jennifer was
grateful. After taking a break, Gabriella dragged her
back up for a dance. This was something she used to
do with Rebecca and Claire rather than being pawed by
the teenage boys at high school dances. She admired
the way the girl moved on the floor without any
inhibition. Jennifer was somewhat surprised when
Gabriel held onto her for the next song, a slow
dance.
Even more so when Gabriella impulsively kissed
Jennifer gently on the mouth as she led them across
the dance floor. Jennifer turned crimson red and she
heard some of the hollering and comments of the men
watching from the kitchen. "Hey, Gabby! She's a
keeper."
Jennifer was quite happy to go back to dancing with
the men, although she couldn't stop thinking about
the kiss. She knew there was at least one couple on
the dorm floor who seemed like they were more than
just roommates.
It was after eleven when a perspiring Gabriella left
the dance floor and brought back cold soft drinks
from the kitchen for Julie and Jennifer. They sat out
the next few songs, quenching their thirst. Soon they
were dragged back up on the dance floor. Jennifer
couldn't remember the last time she had so much fun
or felt so relaxed. As they danced, they didn't
really notice the party was dying down and several
paired up couples left or went upstairs.
As the music stopped between songs, Jennifer felt
somewhat light headed and wanted to sit down for a
minute. Her dance partner helped her over to a big
easy chair against the wall and asked if she wanted
something to drink. She shook her head, no. She felt
so tired all of a sudden and her legs were wobbly.
Maybe it was just the stress of the exams, an over-
indulgence in wine and the heat from dancing. She
could see both Julie and Gabriella seemed alright.
There was only one other girl left downstairs whose
name she couldn't recall. What time is it? She
couldn't make out the hands on her watch. Her
eyesight was blurry. She saw a shadowy figure lean in
towards her and felt his warm lips on hers. A tongue
tried to force its way into her mouth. She attempted
to push him away, moaning, "no!" but her arms felt so
weak. She tried to protest but her words sounded
slurred and feeble. She felt a hand feeling her
breast and trying to tweak her nipple through the
dress.
She grimaced without being able to speak. Her heavy
eyes and drowsiness began to overtake her. Her head
slowly slumped forward onto her chest. Someone was
pulling her head back by her hair. She could see
shadows of people moving around her and heard them
talking and laughing, but couldn't understand what
they were saying. They were touching her, but she
couldn't move. She wanted to cry out for Julie, but
couldn't.
*
Jennifer struggled to open her eyes. She winced as
her head pounded and her body felt so sore, almost as
if someone had beaten every square inch of her. Well,
no more partying this semester she thought through
the throbbing. As she tried to focus, she realised
she didn't know where she was. The room layout felt
familiar but a quick glance around showed it wasn't
hers. The sunlight was streaming in through the
window. She wondered what time it was? It was so
quiet.
As she propped herself up on one elbow, she was
startled to find herself naked. She never slept in
the nude. She looked down and saw dark bruises on her
breasts and her nipples felt raw to the touch. She
started to panic. Her hand slowly reached to her
vagina and she felt her pubic hair stiff and matted
with something.
Fearing the worst, she dragged the sheet down. Even
her pelvic bone felt bruised. The lips of her sex and
thighs were rusty red with some dried blood and
crusty. She moaned as she dragged a finger through
the dried mess that sealed her vagina into the thick
moistness below. "No... no... no," she began to cry.
"Oh God!
Someone had taken her virginity! "But who?" Had there
been more than one man who had taken advantage of
her? She didn't know whether to curse Julie for
taking her to a party where she was having so much
fun... or bless her because she was on the pill. Why
couldn't she seem to remember anything. After the
restaurant, the fun dancing and a fuzzy feeling that
Gabriella might have kissed her, it was all a blank.
A horrible thought went through her mind. What if she
was still in the man's room. She sat bolt upright,
groaning as she did so. Where are my clothes?
Jennifer heard the door handle slowly turning and she
held her breath. Pulling the sheet up above her
breasts, she nearly collapsed in relief when
Gabriella walked into the room.
The black haired girl gave her a big smile and a
cheery "Good morning, sleepy head, 'bout time you got
up. You're wasting the day. I'm just going for a run
and I'll see you a bit later." Stunned, Jennifer
watched the girl put on her sweat top and bounce back
out the door as if nothing was unusual about a naked
girl in her bed.
There were so many questions going through Jennifer's
head. She was in Gabriella's room - had they slept
together? Remembering the kiss and now the big smile,
oh my god, had they done anything else? Where was
Julie? Why was she still feeling so tired?
She swung her legs off the bed and nearly fell as she
tried to stand up. She could see her black dress on
the floor, but where were her bra, panties and shoes?
There was a bra near her dress, but it wasn't hers.
Too big! Must be Gabriella's.
Her handbag was nowhere in sight. Where did she leave
it? A sudden chill bolted down her spine. Her cell
phone was in the bag. What if her mother phoned? When
was the last time she spoke to her? Think! Think! Was
it yesterday? Her mind was still too foggy to
remember. Groaning, she slipped the dress over her
shoulders, noticing how stained it was and staggered
barefooted down the hallway to her room. Julie was
flat on her back snoring, still dressed and covered
up with a blanket.
Looking for her handbag, she couldn't see it. She had
a sip from an open can of flat pop by her bed,
wondering what to do next. Another wave of exhaustion
swept over her and she gave up, crawling into bed
without bothering to take her dress off. Within
seconds she was sound asleep again.
When she woke a second time, feeling a bit better,
but still not remembering the night before, she was
alone. Julie had gone out. Grabbing a towel, and
dressing robe she stripped off and headed for the
shower stalls.
Thankfully no one else was there. She washed her hair
and removed the blood and dried sperm from her thighs
and pubic hair. No matter how much she scrubbed with
soap and water, she could still feel it on her.
Giving up, she went back to the room and there was
still no Julie. She paused to have a long look at her
bruised and sore body in the mirror.
There were bite marks and bruises on her breasts,
neck and arms. Her enlarged nipples, pubic bone and
vaginal lips were particularly red and sore. She
tried putting on a bra, but it was so uncomfortable
that she opted for a large loose sweater instead with
a pair of clean panties and track pants..
Julie came back with a medium pizza and some diet
soft drinks. Neither spoke for a few minutes as they
quietly ate. The food made her feel better. Jennifer
wondered how much Julie remembered of the night, or
was it just her with no memory. Before they could
really talk, Gabriella poked her head around the door
and spotted the pizza. She quickly grabbed a piece
and a can of pop and sat on the floor beside Julie.
"What a great party last night," she enthused, "You
two seemed to really enjoy yourself."
Jennifer noticed Julie stayed quiet which was
unusual. She asked quietly, "Was I with somebody
special last night?"
"Oh, sweetheart! They were all over you and you
seemed to like it. So which one was your special guy
because I'm not sure? Besides, I was kind of occupied
myself with Gary and George. And Julie was busy
swopping spit with that hunky black guy, Jemar. Why?
You didn't do something you are regretting this
morning are you?
Jennifer didn't know whether to laugh hysterically or
cry. She felt like doing both. Her hand
subconsciously dropped to her lap and was pressing
against her aching crotch. How could she ever admit
to Rebecca or Claire how she lost her virginity. She
couldn't even tell them who took it. How pathetic was
that? Oh God! She began to panic. If her mother ever
found out. She suddenly began to feel physically
sick.
There was a hard edge to Julie's voice as she asked
Gabriella, " How did we get home last night?"
"One of the guys drove the three of us home together.
I don't know his name, but at least we didn't have to
pay for a taxi. I doubt if a cabbie would have taken
us anyway. Jennifer was passed out and you were so
pissed," Gabriella accused Julie, "you couldn't even
help me get her up the stairs when we got back to the
dorm.
After finally getting her up to our floor, I wasn't
going to drag Jennifer all the way down the hall to
your room, so I put her to bed in mine. When I
checked on you, you were sprawled across your bed, so
I tucked you under a blanket. Look, if you two can't
hold your liquor, you should be more careful!
Personally, other than babysitting you two
afterwards, I had a great time and I've got a date
with George tonight ."
Jennifer's head hurt just trying to remember anything
from the night. She had a more immediate problem. "Do
you remember where the party was? I've lost my
purse." She suddenly felt her eyes flood and she
started crying. "I need it! It's got all my
identification and my phone... I need my phone...if
my mother calls..."
"Oh no, Jennifer!" Gabriella seemed genuinely
concerned. "I don't remember seeing it. Look, I know
one of the guys at the party. I can phone him and see
if he can help us out. It's going to be okay. Don't
worry! In fact, I'll go to my room and do it right
now."
After she left, Julie moved across to Jennifer and
put her arm around her shoulder to comfort her. "Are
you alright, Jen? I don't know about you, but I think
one of those bastards spiked our drinks. Do you
remember anything from the party?
Jennifer shook her head, no; both relieved and
dismayed that she wasn't the only one with no memory
of the night. "Well," Julie confessed, "I'm missing
my underwear, but at least I've got my shoes and
purse. I know I was fucked and even my ass is sore
this morning. If I ever catch who did this, I'll cut
his balls off."
Jennifer began to cry softly into her friend's
shoulder and the sobs wracked her sore body as she
thought for the first time, I was fucked... not
loved, but fucked. "...I'm so very sorry, Jen," Julie
whispered gently in her friend's ear as she held the
girl tight.
Thirty minutes later Gabriella reappeared with the
bad news. Jennifer`s purse had not been found in the
house when they cleaned up from the party. Her friend
was trying to contact another man who knew the driver
of the van that had taken them back to the dorm.
Perhaps it was in the van. As soon as her friend
heard from the driver, he would phone Gabriella.
It wasn't until evening that they heard back. It was
good news. Yes, her purse was in the van and the
driver would return it to Jennifer as quickly as
possible, but he was already out of town and wouldn't
be back until Monday morning. He would meet Jennifer
outside the college campus library between two
o'clock and two- thirty.
Jennifer asked Gabriella what his name was, but she
didn't know. All she knew was, "Just be outside the
library around 2 pm. He knows what you look like. He
had a look at your student identity card in the
purse."
The rest of Saturday passed in a blur. An early night
and a sleep-in on Sunday helped her body to recover.
She was no longer sore, but her humiliated pride was
still suffering. Even spending the afternoon and
evening in the college library, her private
sanctuary, didn't ease her guilt and worry.
Just before nine, an authoritative knock on the their
door startled both Jennifer and Julie. Both girls had
already changed into their pyjamas and were ready for
another early night before classes resumed on Monday.
Melissa O'Connor poked her head around the door.
"Jennifer, Ms. Lincoln would like to speak to you.
It's urgent."
A horrible sense of foreboding went through
Jennifer's gut. Was she in trouble, or was there an
emergency at home? Grabbing her dressing gown, she
followed the young woman up to the third floor to
Jasmine Lincoln's suite. It was the first time
Jennifer had ventured upstairs to where the third and
fourth year students were housed. Melissa knocked and
waited until they were summoned to enter.
Jennifer could hardly believe that they lived in the
same building. The room they entered was set up as a
living room with an area rug, coffee and end tables,
a leather sofa and easy chairs. The walls were
painted and decorated with framed pictures,
complimented with large plants and an added bay
window with lace curtains. A stereo system was
playing jazz softly while a muted large television on
the wall was showing the latest evening news.
Standing, waiting for them, was Jasmine Lincoln.
The scowl on Jasmine's face and fierce look in her
eyes made Jennifer apprehensive. They both stood at
five foot six, but Jasmine was five years older and
carried an extra forty pounds. Where Jennifer had the
slender body of a young girl and small breasts,
Jasmine was thicker at the waist but proud of her 36d
figure and bubble butt.
"You've been a very bad girl, Jennifer." the black
woman began. "You've made your mother very worried -
and very angry. She tried phoning you several times
today. She tried several times this morning and again
this afternoon and you didn't answer. Finally your
mother took action by phoning the college switchboard
and asked for the Dean. The Dean phoned me and told
me to speak directly to your mother about the
situation. Apparently you are supposed to have your
cell phone with you at all times and answer her
calls. Obviously, you haven't. What do you have to
say for yourself?"
Jennifer didn't know why she felt that she had to
justify herself to the woman. She was still feeling
emotionally very tired, but most of all, she was
anxious. "I lost my purse and phone Friday night, but
they have been found it and I'm having them returned
tomorrow," began Jennifer. "I'll borrow my roommates
phone and give her a call. Thank you." She turned on
her heel to leave when Jasmine ordered her to stop.
"And where did you lose them?"
"I..." she hesitated, thinking quickly and not
wanting to admit to partying, "I don't know. But
someone found them and contacted me about returning
them tomorrow," she ended weakly.
"And who found them?"
"I've forgotten his name."
"His name," Jasmine queried in an accusing voice that
made sure Jennifer knew that she thought the story
was suspect, if not a lie. She picked up the phone on
the end table and speed dialled a number." Good
evening, Mrs Russell. This is Jasmine Lincoln... Yes,
we spoke earlier. I have your wayward daughter
standing in front of me... Yes, Mrs Russell, she is
safe and sound... No, she has some sort of story that
she temporarily lost her phone and purse... No, Mrs
Russell, I agree... No, it will magically reappear
sometime tomorrow afternoon... Off campus? ... I will
ask her for you."
Jasmine noticed Jennifer biting her lower lip and
wringing her hands at the exchange. She cupped the
phone and asked sternly, "We're you off campus last
night, Jennifer? - perhaps at a bar; or a party? Or
did you spend the night with a boyfriend or perhaps a
man and left it at his place?
Jennifer blushed, giving Jasmine all the clues she
needed. "No, Mrs Russell. She was in the student
union building and was careless..."
There was a sudden look of relief and gratitude on
Jennifer's face as she listened to what Jasmine was
telling her mother. "Yes, Mrs. Russell, I couldn't
agree more. Very careless... She shouldn't have made
you worry like this... Do you wish to speak to her
now... No, I understand why you don't want to... No!
... Oh, really! ... I see... yes! ... yes! ... Over
your knee, yes, Mrs. Russell, young girls are never
too big for that... Oh! I see... I see... No, I could
do that for you... Are you sure you want me to do
that? ... As you wish! ... No, It is difficult for
you being so far away, I understand... Yes, justice
delayed is justice denied... I understand and will be
more than pleased to assist you... Yes... As soon as
she has her phone back tomorrow, she will give you a
call. I will personally make sure of it... Yes, Mrs.
Russell, I will be more than happy to keep you
informed about Jennifer's stay here at Siebert
Hall... Good night, Mrs Russell. Thank you... No, you
are more than welcome!"
A cold smile crept across Jasmine's face as she
looked at the young woman standing before her. "You
have a very interesting mother, Jennifer. She has
asked me to do something for her, but first, tell me
your side about the last time she disciplined you. I
believe it was a few of summers ago."
Jennifer fidgeted as she looked down at the seated
woman, scarcely believing that her mother had told
her. She felt like that young girl again. "I was late
for a summertime curfew... It was less than half an
hour. I was out with my girlfriends coming back from
the lake and Claire's brother was driving when the
car ran out of gas. It took so long to get help that
I was late. My mother wouldn't listen to reason. She
was so angry... I..."
"So angry because you were disrespectful to your
mother; just like this weekend, Jennifer! You weren't
even supposed to be at the lake that night, were you?
How old were you at the time?"
"Sixteen."
"How did your mother discipline you?"
The humiliation of that night flashed back through
her mind. In the living room, her mother had put
Jennifer over her knee, pulled the dress up and the
panties down. Then she proceeded to wallop her
daughter's bare bottom with twenty of the best using
a ruler while quoting scriptures from the bible about
children obeying their parents. The pain wasn't the
worst part for Jennifer, though that was bad enough.
It was the fact that her little brother, Jimmy, had
been summoned to watch the whole humiliating thing as
a warning for his future conduct.
There in front of him was his sixteen year old sister
bent over his mother's knee. Her panties were down
around her ankles and her dress pulled up to expose
her white bum which was turning redder with each
stroke. He had watched with fascination as she had
squirmed and yelped on their mother's lap.
Every time the ruler landed, she would cry out and
her legs would jerk apart exposing her bottom and the
hairy juncture between her thighs. As a thirteen year
old boy, he was mesmerised by the sight rather than
chastised by the punishment being dealt out to his
older sister. Jennifer was grounded for the rest of
the summer and her need to be disciplined was never
repeated.
"I was spanked," she almost whispered to answer
Jasmine's question.
"Well, you're mother is very unhappy with you again!
She has asked me, on her behalf, to discipline you
just like you were last time. Come here!"
Jennifer shot a quick look at Melissa who had been
standing behind her throughout the phone
conversation. Looking back at Jasmine, she pleaded,
"Please don't do this... I can tell her you did it
...but please don't."
"Do you really think that I would lie to your mother,
who has entrusted me with your welfare. I can see why
she has such concerns over your conduct. Now take
your robe off and get over here!"
Melissa didn't wait for Jennifer to protest. She
stepped in behind the girl and started pulling the
robe off Jennifer's shoulders before she could
complain. Feeling embarrassed, Jennifer let it slide
down her arms and moved forward to where the young
black woman was sitting.
"Across my lap, little girl," prompted Jasmine,
eyeing the red faced girl with a stern look. She took
in the plain white cotton night gown that reached the
knees; the red face and the nervous clasping of
hands. She looked like she was going to cry. "This is
what your mother wants. Come on, sweetie! The sooner
we start, the sooner it will be over."
Jasmine smiled to herself as she watched the young
white girl nervously drape her body over the waiting
lap. Jennifer Russell was pretty; inexperienced;
pliable and submissive. Jasmine wondered if Jennifer
knew she was an obvious submissive and prime bondage
material. And even funnier, her own mother had
offered the girl up on a platter. She reminded
Jasmine very much of Melissa O'Connor when she first
arrived from Boston's Irish-American community.
The pretty red-haired girl, with freckles and snow
white skin had been so young, lonely and unsure of
herself. She had been easy meat for Jasmine to
dominate. Now three years later, she was a faithful
submissive who did Jasmine's laundry, housekeeping
and other errands. Just before Melissa had gone
downstairs to get Jennifer, her pale face had been
between Jasmine's black legs; her pointed tongue
licking and kissing the folds of the black woman's
cunt as she talked to her boyfriend.
Jasmine could feel Jennifer trembling on her lap as
she reached down and pulled the night-gown up around
the slender white hips. Jasmine admired the flawless
soft skin and ran her hand lightly across the taut
panty covered buttocks. "Now, Jennifer, Melissa is
going to pull your panties down so you are just like
you were when your Mother paddled your tiny butt. I
want you to know that I'm not punishing you - but
that your Mother is. What did you have to say after
every smack, Jennifer?"
In a very small voice, Jennifer mumbled something.
Jasmine pulled the long flowing blonde hair back
until she could see the girl's humiliated blue eyes
looking back at her. "What did you have to say to
your Mother after every smack, Jennifer?"
"Thank you, Mummy."
"Well, that's what she wants you to say after every
stroke when I swat your little white ass, girl,"
Jasmine lied, as she watched Melissa eagerly slide
the little blue panties down around the girl's
ankles. Jasmine let Jennifer's hair go. "Now put your
head back down."
Jennifer closed her eyes in breathless anticipation
of the first smack. A persistent voice echoed in her
mind, 'you deserve this! .... you deserve this! It
was a simple atonement for her sin of losing her
virginity. Maybe now she would be able to sleep at
night.
Melissa came around in front of Jennifer as she lay
across Jasmine's lap. Brushing the long blond hair
out of Jennifer's face, she hooked it over the girl's
ears. Smiling wanly, she took hold of Jennifer's
wrists and pulled the girl forward slightly, holding
her in place with Jennifer's toes only just touching
the floor.
Jennifer squirmed as she felt a hand running across
her soft, smooth buttocks. She gasped as the hand
pushed her legs apart, spreading her ass cheeks. The
loud smack of the first blow echoed in the room as
Jennifer cried out in pain. The second caused the air
to whoosh out of her lungs and so did the third. She
tried to catch her breath as she writhed on Jasmine's
lap trying to escape the blows. The sharp sting
across her bottom was almost too much to bear as she
began to cry. A voice penetrated her consciousness.
"What were you suppose to say after each swat, little
girl," demanded Jasmine.
"Thank you... mummy."
"That's right, Jennifer. Now I'm going to have to
start all over!"
"Ooh! Please, no," Jennifer begged as she braced for
the next blow, but instead Jasmine, gently caressed
the stinging buttocks. The soft touch, turned the
stinging into a warm glow. It felt good.
When the smack came, she didn't hesitate.
"Ooohh!...Thank you, mummy!"
The stinging warmth of her ass; the soft, melting
caress of the black hand on her red buttocks after
each smack. Her lungs were gasping for air as the
adrenaline pumped through her body. It hurt ! - but
even as she yelped and squirmed from each blow, she
could feel her vagina wet from excitement and her
pussy lips engorging. The nipples on her small
breasts were rock hard rubbing against the cotton of
her night dress. With her mouth open, trying to suck
in air and tears rolling down her cheeks, Jennifer
opened her eyes, looking into Melissa's. She was
smiling at Jennifer's confused excitement.
Jennifer's eyes popped wide open as she felt
Jasmine's fingers slide into her slick pussy. Without
realizing what she was doing she hunched back against
the black hand. A finger found the swollen button of
her clitoris making her moan aloud. Even as she bit
her lip from the pleasurable sensation, Jasmine's
other hand slashed down onto her ass cheek, making
her jump. And then the soft, warm caress on her
cheeks as the other fingers in her pussy played along
her wet slit.
"You enjoyed that, didn't you little girl! When
Jennifer hesitated, Jasmine stepped closer. The black
hand suddenly flashed as it slapped Jennifer's
crimson face hard. Her hand grabbed a handful of the
long blonde hair and pulled the white girl towards
her. The black woman's soft lips brushed into a kiss
and her tongue pushed into Jennifer's surprised open
mouth.
Jennifer whimpered as the hold on her hair restrained
any escape and Jasmine's soft minty breath exhaled
into her nostrils. The thick tongue pushed into her
mouth, slowly bending Jennifer into compliance. She
surrendered her mouth .When she stopped struggling,
Jasmine loosened her grip on the blonde hair and
began to stroke Jennifer's face gently. "I'll ask you
one more time, little white girl... you enjoyed that
didn't you?"
"Yes..." Jennifer blushed knowing she meant it. She
had never been kissed like that by anyone - certainly
never by another woman. Her guilty face showed how
confused she was. A gentle tear coursed its way down
her red cheek. Jasmine had frightened her; hurt her,
made her feel warm and cold at the same time.
The nervous sexual excitement was so intense she was
still having a hard time processing what was
happening. How could she have felt such subservient
pleasure at being beaten by the black hand of another
woman and then softly caressed and kissed until she
her pussy was leaking.
"Of course you did. Don't ever lie to yourself. Now
pull your panties back up like a good little girl and
go to bed. When you get your phone and finish calling
your mother, tomorrow evening you come and see me. I
don't want to have to phone your mother to check.
Melissa, take the little girl back to her room."
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any
of the scenarios in this story should seriously
consider seeking professional help.
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