Chapter 7

Scenes from mid-semester, as the cool of autumn spreads over the campus:

A girl and a boy-both freshmen in their first semester away from home--meet in the cool, green expanse behind the library. She rushes to him. He clutches her. She feels his hands slip under her sweater and caress her full tits. His mouth is sweet and fresh against her face. His hand is bold and manly on her breast. And she feels a freedom she has never known before.

In a parked car at the edge of the campus, a cheerleader is excited, for this is the middle of football season and the team is doing well. She grins at the halfback who grins back at her and she opens her blouse slowly. She reaches out for the halfback and touches his dark locks with her fingers and pulls his face down to her tits. He started to suck on one of her nipples and the cheerleader closes her eyes and thinks about victory.

In her dorm room, a girl stands naked and proud in front of a full-length mirror. She marvels at how her body has changed. She thinks that anyone who looks at her now will know she is more mature, more sexual, more womanly. She touches her breasts and runs her fingers down over her stomach. As she slips those fingers through the dark hair that grows above her pussy, the girl purses her lips and tilts her head to one side and looks beatific.

As she walked across the campus that evening with her camera bag slung over her shoulder, the redhead thought of a story that the fat man had told her just that afternoon. Jenny was not sure why the fat man had talked about this part of his past at this time, and she was not so sure she believed every detail of his yarn.

But she had liked the story. It had made her giggle, and she giggled now as she thought about the fat man's phrases.

"Used to work for a fundamentalist, religious college," the fat man had said while he had sat at his desk and sipped coffee from a big cup that had a hog on it. "Strangest job I ever had. My boss used to start every meeting with a prayer and then, when the prayer was over, he would talk about what kind of lies we had to tell in order to get more contributors to give us money. I lied more in that job than any other I ever had. Now everybody inflates their enrollment figures. But this guy claimed that we had nearly 7,000 students on the campus. Shit, it was more like 700, and, whenever anyone would question the 7,000 figure, he would snarl, 'You just don't know how to count.'"

The fat man sipped on his coffee and then continued with his story.

"Anyway, this college had been going along for years by the time I got there. It was started by a preacher and then the preacher's son had taken over as president and had started to get old and nasty in his job. He used to fire faculty members at the drop of a hat, just because he didn't like the way they dressed or raised a question at some meeting. I had been working there for two years when the scandal broke. Seems that somebody staying in a motel about twenty miles from the campus complained about the noise in the room next door. The manager of the motel told the people in that room to quieten down, but they didn't. So he called the cops. When the cops got into the room, they found the president of our holy college, that preacher's son who was getting old, naked with three of the fattest, little coeds you ever did see. Pig City, Arizona, Jenny. That's what it was. You see, the president had a thing for fat girls. Really fat. Every one of the three weighed in a more than two hundred pounds. Probably covered themselves with pandake make-up too, if I am any judge of fat girls any longer. And the president, he was a skinny, little devil himself. Well, you get three girls that fat naked with a skinny guy and they're going to make a lot of noise-bouncing off the bed and off the walls too, for all I know. And the girls were not only fat, one of them was also under-age. So they hauled my president's ass down to jail and, at two o'clock in the morning, I get a phone call from my boss saying we got to go to the next town and get the president out of jail before the local media finds out he's in the slammer." The fat man took another sip of his coffee and sighed.

"We were too late. By the time we got to the jail, there were reporters from radio and television and newspapers swarming all over the place. A plague of locusts. No, they were more like a bunch of vultures, buzzards. They smelled blood and they were circling that station house like it was the target for their bombs. My boss got out of the car and walked up in front of those cameras and said a tragic mistake had been made. He claimed the cops had made the whole story up. Started ranting about communists and agnostics and secular humanists too. Reminded me of the famous preacher who was killed in a motel room in California during the 1950's, cither by communists or by a jealous husband, depending on whom you listened to. Well, anyway, while my boss was up there, lying his guts out, I went into the police station and looked at the president in the holding cell. The three fat girls were out front, crying and moaning and saying they had only wanted to get close to God. I looked at them and I looked at the skinny president and I just started to laugh. Couldn't help myself. Started to laugh so hard all the cops heard me and thought I was crazy. And the president turned red in the face and stood up in his cell and got all presidential and told me I was fired. Here he was in a jail cell after having been caught with three fat girls and he had the gumption to say I was fired, canned, deep-sixed, and just for laughing at him. Well, I figured, if I had to be fired, this was the perfect time to leave the place. I walked out of the police station and got back into my car and went back to the next town. The next day, I left that town and that college behind. But I picked up the local papers and read the stories. Nobody believed my boss's version of the event at all. It didn't help matters when the under-aged fat girl gave an interview where she said that the president had lured her and her friends to the motel room with promises of healing. Said he was going to pray all night with them and make God help them stay on their diets and lose weight and look better. Everybody believed her. Who is going to doubt a fat girl when it comes to dieting? The next year, they shut the fucking college down. My boss went to work for a company that builds nuclear reactors and he called me up and offered me a job in his new office. I already had may job here and I turned him down. I tell you, Jenny, it surely feels better being at a college where we don't have to hide the fact that our students have sex, you know. Feels better being in a real, American college where all the students are true-blue and lusty. And I just don't think I could handle the nuclear shit these days."

Jenny thought about real, American college students as she moved across the campus. The chill of autumn was in the air and she didn't see as much flesh as she had seen just a few days before. But the students were still lusty. They were still strolling around, holding hands, boys and girls searching out a nice, warm place to fuck.

Jenny--dressed in a tight, black sweater that showed off her breasts and a pair of tight, warm jeans-was heading toward the student union building. She was supposed to meet a few friends there for a talk and a few cups of coffee. But, as she walked toward the front of the student union building, she saw the guy and she stopped and stared at him.

The jeans he wore were tight and showed off his bulge as if he did not give a shit if the whole, fucking world knew how well-hung he was. He was wearing a black sweater too, that went well with his blonde hair.

And he stood there confidently and looked at the other students. He was waiting for someone special. Jenny could tell that from the way he kept staring at the parking lot in front of the building. But he wanted everyone else to notice him and his rather raw sexiness too.

The thick glasses gave him away, but the frames on the glasses made them look cute and sexy too.

Jenny approached him and said his name.

"Lance?"

And the little, blonde stud turned and smiled at her. Yes, it was the freshman with that delicate interest in chemistry, the virgin male that she had fucked just a few weeks before.

Lance had certainly changed, Jenny thought, and she wondered if he now devoted any of his time to science.

"Lance," the redhead said again, "how are you?"

"Oh, Jenny," he said, his voice calm and confident, "good to see you again. I am doing well. And you?"

He sounded so formal. Jenny sneered and grabbed his arm and pulled him close and snarled at him.

"What the fuck has happened to you?" she said softly. "Hell, you were a virgin when I fucked you, and-"

Then the little guy started to shake and look a bit frightened, as if he had been caught driving someone else's car. The redhead saw that fear in his eyes and stopped speaking and smiled. Yes, this was the same Lance in a way.

At least, Jenny knew she could bring out the real Lance if she wanted to.

"Sorry, Jenny," he said. "I didn't mean to be haughty with you. After all, I owe it all to you."

"How's the chemistry?"

"The what?"

"Your classes? Your experiments? How are they going?"

"Well, the truth is, Jenny, I haven't been doing much of that kind of stuff. I haven't even been going to class that often, and-"

"Shit, you're going to flunk out."

"But, Jenny, the girls are so much fun," he said, "and I'm learning so much from them. Especially Barbara."

"Barbara?"

"I'm waiting for her here. She has a car and an apartment. She's a graduate student, Jenny, and she thinks I'm really sexy."

The redhead smiled. "And she's been teaching you a lot, right?"

"Right," Lance said.

Then a strange glow came into his blue eyes, a glow that Jenny could see right through the glasses.

"Would you like to meet Barbara, Jenny? I mean, she knows all about you. I talked about you and told her what you did for me. She said you sounded like a really nice girl, the kind of girl every freshman should have. And she'll be along here any minute now and she always says she would like to thank you for what you did to me."

"Well-"

Just at that instant, a car pulled up in front of the student union building and Lance pointed and said, "There she is."

He took Jenny by the arm and pulled her toward the car. The redhead didn't have much chance to protest, and, anyway, she wanted to see what Lance's new lover was like.

The young woman got out of the car and smiled at the redhead. She was a beauty, Jenny saw, a slender, sexy female with long, dark hair and a sweet, oval face.

Lance had certainly picked well when he had chosen Barbara, Jenny thought, or, rather, when he had allowed Barbara to choose him. Something in this young woman's bearing told the redhead that she would always be the one making the sexual selection.

"You must be Jenny," she said. "Lance has talked so much about you. I am very pleased to meet you."

"And you are Barbara," Jenny said, stretching out her hand.

Barbara had a firm, strong handshake and Lance stood between them and grinned as the two females met.

"Would you like to join us back at my apartment, Jenny?" the dark-haired beauty said. "Wc could have a drink and talk about the changes Lance has gone through."

Suddenly, Jenny didn't care about her friends who were drinking coffee in the student union. She wanted to know about what kind of changes the blonde, little stud with the thick glasses and the big cock had been going through, and, while she was at Barbara's apartment, the photographer thought, she would also put in a few, good words for attending class and keeping your studies up. After all, Lance was too intelligent to just flunk out of college.

Lance sat in the back scat of Barbara's car and Jenny sat in the front next to the beauty as she drove off the campus and down into a valley where there were a lot of apartment complexes for the student population.

Barbara was a graduate student in speech and drama. She was a designer of sets, and, when Jenny saw the young woman's apartment, she thought that it looked a little like a stage set. The furniture was low and soft and was arranged just so and the lights had been placed carefully to give a nice, soft glow to the apartment, yet not overpower the place. Jenny looked around the living room of the apartment and thought that it looked like a set for a den of iniquity.

Barbara sat down on a long, low sofa and Lance sat down next to her. Jenny slipped into a very comfortable chair.

"You introduced Lance to sex," Barbara said, "and you must have made a very good introduction, because he is great in bed."

"I imagine you've taught him a few tricks yourself, Barbara," Jenny said with a grin.

"A few," Barbara admitted. "And he is so well-hung. He's just about the biggest

I have ever had."

"Of course, I didn't have anything to do with that. That was Mother Nature's role. And she did her part well. I just discovered the meat and let him know it was bigger than most other cocks."

"It is huge, isn't it?" Barbara said, "and he's so sweet when he uses it. Even now, after we've done it a dozen times or so, he's still a little innocent when he starts fucking. I like that. The innocence makes him even sweeter."

Jenny grinned and nodded.

"I know just what you mean," the redhead said. "An innocent guy with a big cock-why that's something from heaven."

They were talking about Lance as if he were not even there, but he was sitting right next to Barbara and the dark-haired beauty was moving her fingers up and down his thigh and Jenny could tell that his bulge was growing even harder in his tight pants.

Then Barbara suggested it: "Would you like to watch us together? Lance and me? Would you like to see us fuck?"

It was one of the most interesting propositions Jenny had ever received. She had screwed a lot of guys, but she had never been able to sit back and watch a couple fuck. The photographer thought the experience would be very interesting and she was sorry she had not brought along her camera.

"All right," she said.

"Then come with us to the bedroom," Barbara said.

Lance had not spoken a word, but he seemed to like the idea too. He stood up and dashed into the bedroom as the two females followed him and laughed at his lively, boyish excitement.

A few minutes later, Barbara and Lance were naked.

His glasses were the last thing that he took off, and then he batted his blue eyes in that sexy, nearly blind way that Jenny knew so well.

The redhead was sitting in a chair next to the bed and smiling as the beauty with the dark hair and the blonde stud with the big cock moved close together there on the bed.

Lance lay on his back and smiled as Barbara moved in on him. She slipped her fingers over the long, thick prick that was thrown back over the blonde's thigh and Jenny could see that cock quiver a little with excitement.

Then Barbara pressed her face against Lance's face. The two of them shared a deep, sexy, tongue-twisting kiss. And, as they kissed, Lance slipped his arm around the dark-haired vixen and worked his fingers down her back and over her buns.

When he touched her ass, Barbara moaned. Jenny smiled. She knew that sensitive male fingers on a female's buttocks were almost as good as sensitive male fingers on and in a female's pussy. She understood Barbara's moan perfectly and she was proud of Lance because he had discovered this way to please a female.

The dark-haired beauty took her mouth away from Lance's mouth and started to kiss his neck and his shoulders. As she did that, she grasped his cock firmly in her fingers and began to work the skin back and forth on the giant rod. Jenny saw the prick grow even stiffer and she smiled as she felt a heat in her own jeans, her own pussy.

They were going to put on one hell of a show for her, the photographer thought, and she was going to enjoy every fucking minute of it.