Higher Education

A few days later, Jessica and Hannah sat together in the college cafeteria. Jessica had texted Hannah and asked if they could lunch together. Hannah enthusiastically agreed—although she thought Jessica was a bit odd, and certainly had no interest in her wild lifestyle, she found she greatly enjoyed the cheerful, friendly girl’s company.

“See, I wore my smart girl outfit today!” Jessica smiled, stood, and did a little twirl for Hannah.

Hannah leaned back and arched her eyebrows skeptically. Jessica was dressed less outlandishly than Hannah had seen in the past, but her look still exuded sexual magnetism.

Jessica’s hair was tied up in a bun, held by a pair of black hair sticks. He wore dark, horn-rimmed glasses. She a tight, white, sleeveless shirt that exposed a fair amount of midriff, a generous amount of cleavage, and a hint of a black, lacy bra. She had abandoned her usual micro-mini skirts, hot pants, or dresses for a pair of black, low-rise, skin-tight jeans. And one of Jessica’s traditions remained—the straps of a black thong stuck out from the low-slung waist band of her jeans.

Hannah mused that it was less of a smart-girl look, and more of a “porno actress playing a smart girl, before being surrounded by penises, getting naked and wearing only a sheen of sweat.” She blinked and shook her head as the graphic image entered into her mind. She’d never seen seen a porno—how would she know what it looked like?

“What’s the occasion?” Hannah asked.

“Well, I asked Charlotte to join us too, once she’s done with class, and I didn’t want to scare her off.”

Hannah sighed. “I don’t think its that she’s scared of you…I just don’t think she met anyone like you in Alabama.”

The two girls chatted about the novels Jessica had gifted Hannah a few days previously, and Hannah found that, “porno smart-girl-look” aside, Jessica was insightful, picking up on levels of irony and deeply hidden subtext, and gifted with a formidable memory as she commanded details of books read long ago.

Hannah was immersed in their conversation and momentarily forgot about Jessica’s typically brash outfits and flirtatious, sexual behavior. Until Jessica’s trailed off from the point she was making, and she placed her hand on her chest, slightly licked her lips, and fixed her haze at a point to Hannah’s side.

Puzzled, Hannah turned to see where Jessica was looking and saw a group of 4-5 black men walk in together. She remembered meeting them at orientation, and had classes
with a few of them, so she figured they were fellow freshmen. She couldn’t remember their names, but they seemed nice.

Hannah snapped her fingers in Jessica’s face. “Earth to Jessica!” She said jokingly.

“Oh, sorry…” Jessica said, re-focusing on Hannah. “I haven’t met those guys before. They’re very handsome…”

Hannah leaned forward. “You certainly have a type, Jessica.”

“Oh, absolutely” Jessica grinned. “Growing up in Minnesota, I never really thought about these things, but I adore black men. I won’t say I’d turn down anyone else—that’d be kind of racist. But I’ve been with A LOT of men in my time and they’re consistently the best lovers.”

“Interesting…” Hannah said…”Why is that?”

“Well for starters…” Jessica held her hands out several inches apart, frowned pensively, and then widened the gap between her hands a few more inches.

“I’m not saying the legend is true for all black men…but…well, there’s definitely SOMETHING there…quite a lot of something there…” Jess giggled. “And I hate to say it…I’m as progressive as the next person…but there is the taboo element. But it’s a harmless taboo, because really who fucking cares that much about race that much anyways?”

“Well…you do” Hannah responded.

“I mean, sure, for getting fucked, but it has nothing to do with someone’s worth you know? Besides, the men I choose to fuck are all hung like a horse and fuck without mercy. The men I’ve met who most reliably match those characteristics happen to be black. And if I can feel a little, harmlessly, extra naughty during the act…all the better!” Jessica gesticulated passionately as she spoke, ending her put by pounding her fist into her open palm.

As if on queue, the pair were approached by someone Hannah had never seen before. Like so many of the men who approached Jessica, he was black, but that was the only feature he seemed to share with the others. He was a little under six feet tall—not short, but shorter than any of Jessica’s other friends, and skinny, like he’d never seen the inside of a gym. He wore loose-fitting jeans, a loose-fitting t-shirt had unkempt hair, and wore glasses. In short, he looked like a nerd-like someone who would be more friends with Hannah or Sarah than Jessica.

Still, Jessica got up and greeted him happily, giving a warm hug.

“MALCOOLLMM” She squealed. “I haven’t seen you since I got back from Europe! Have you been hiding from me?”

“Oh uh, no Jessica,” Malcom responded, looking slightly nervous about the loud, affectionate display. “Just been busy you know!”

“Malcom, you have to meet Hannah, she’s a freshmen and she’s…”

“Sarah’s sister,” Hannah finished the sentence, and extended her hand for a shake. “You’re one of Sarah and Jessica’s friends too, huh?”

“Oh yes,” Malcolm said. “I hope she’s having fun in Europe, but I do miss her. She was definitely one of the best board gamers on campus!”
Jessica rolled her eyes at that.

“Do you play?” Hannah asked excitedly. “I’ve been looking for a group myself, but can’t seem to get my roommate or any of the other people I’ve met to go along!”

“For sure! Here’s let’s exchange numbers! If you’re half as good as your sister, you’ll make a great addition to our group!”

As Malcolm walked away, Hannah smirked. “I like him…he seems very nice…but I guess that just proves your point about all black men not fitting a certain model.”

“Oh no” Jessica said. “Malcolm doesn’t look like much, and he’s a huge dork—I could never get him and Sarah to shut up about their little board games when we were all together…but of all the multitudes of big black cock I’ve seen…HE’S THE BIGGEST! AND he fucks like animal. I don’t think anyone else can make me cum so quickly, so hard, so often…” Jessica started to get a far-away look in her eyes and she sighed happily.

“What…?” Hannah asked, shocked.

“Looks can be deceiving,” Jessica shrugged.

Hannah sat and processed this a bit. Did board games mean something else? But Malcolm seemed genuinely excited to have someone to play with, and if he was fucking Jessica, he probably didn’t need to make up an excuse to try to get into her pants. And she knew, Sarah, and if there was thing that drove Sarah's ambitions, it was learning and mastering a new game. Hannah actually felt a bit of relief—with all the friends that Sarah and Jessica shared, she couldn’t help but wonder if Sarah had also joined Jessica in her debauched lifestyle. But Malcom’s enthusiasm for Sarah seemed borne out of a tamer hobby, and Hannah concluded that all the talk of Sarah coming out of her shell just meant she was becoming more social.

“But…what about Lucas?” Hannah asked. “I know you don’t believe in sticking with one guy…but you guys seem close, and if Malcolm is the best,er, partner, that you’ve been with…why not stick with him?”

“Don’t get me wrong—I like Malcolm a lot, for more than just his sexual prowess,” Jessica responded. “He’s a brilliant guy, and a total sweetheart….but you met him…he’s a total dweeb. There’s things I like to do when I’m not sucking and fucking, and watching Star Trek and playing games aren’t among them.”

“But,” Jessica went on, “Did you know Malcolm is Lucas’ best friend? Odd pairing, I know, but they grew up together and have this odd chemistry. Lucas is a bit of a nerd himself, he just hides it better and has expanded his horizons more.”

“Doesn’t that make it awkward to have sex with both of them? What if one of them found out? Don’t you think they’d get jealous?”

“Oh honey” Jessica laughed. “I fuck them together! All the time!”

Hannah turned beet red—her face almost matched her hair color. She said nothing, only blinking at Jessica from across the table. Suddenly, she started to laugh. “All right, had me going for a minute there Jessica…but you’re obviously pulling my leg! Trying to trick the nerdy girl from your sheltered hometown into believing crazy shit that college students get into in the big city!”

“Here,” Jessica said, pulling her phone out of the purse and moving her seat so she next to Hannah.

She played with the phone for a bit before sticking it under Hannah’s face. “Here’s us right before I left for Europe!”

In the picture, Jessica was smiling happily into the camera, with bare shoulders (Hannah figured the risqué dresser was wearing a tube top in the picture), flanked by Malcolm and Lucas, who held their faces against hers.

“That’s a cute picture,” Hannah said. “But it doesn’t get convince me that you’re doing them, together.”

“Swipe right,” Jessica said, calmly.

Hannah’s heart almost popped out of her chest. In the next picture, Jessica was still smiling happily, but the faces of the two other men were gone. But, two giant, coal-black, penises (Hannah had to squint to realize this—she couldn’t imagine organs of such size!) flanked her smiling face. Jessica held one in each hand as she grinned at the camera.

“Swipe again,” Jessica instructed.

Hannah only stared.

Jessica swiped for her.

The pose remained the same, but the picture was zoomed out.

Hannah could see now that Jessica wasn’t wearing a tube-top: she was completely naked! She kneeled between Lucas and Malcolm, who were also completely naked. Hannah could see a mane of brown hair in a mirror behind the trio belonging to the photographer of this shot, but her face was covered by the phone used to snap the picture. Jessica had carefully chosen this picture so that Hannah couldn’t see that it was Sarah.

Hannah’s mouth hung open. She said nothing, but sweat started to form on her forehead and her breath began to quicken.

“You asked why I like black men so much,” Jessica said, putting a comforting arm on Hannah’s back. “I guess I need to show you.” Jessica continued to swipe on pictures for the paralyzed younger girl, immobilized by shock, fear, and…something else.

In the next picture, Jessica was again completely naked and facing the camera. Her bare legs and feet were stretched up into the air assymetrically, as if she were shaking them about, and her breasts were splayed out as if she’d been bouncing in the picture. Another, darker pair of legs, was visible under her, and a giant black log pierced her shaven vagina, which seemed to stretch out to impossible proportions. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she wore a smile of pure bliss.

Jessica swiped again.

Same pose, but now Jessica was sitting up, her legs straddling the bigger, blacker pair beneath, her vagina still stretched out, and she holding a second, massive black penis in her hand.

Another swipe.

A third penis had joined the picture, which had worked its way into Jessica’s mouth.

The next swipe was relatively more tame-it was a kind of bizzarro prom picture.

Four girls sat on a wooden, antique bench in a classy looking room, surrounded by a group of about 20 men, all black. Jessica was one of the girls. Sophie was another. Chloe, the dowdy looking TA Hannah had met a few days earlier, was a third—but she didn’t look dowdy in this picture! She didn’t recognize the, fourth, a stunning, statuesque, brunette. All four were beautiful, all wore heavy make-up, and all wore dresses that revealed more than they covered, that would have gotten them kicked out of any actual prom. The men wore gym shorts, jeans, and t-shirts. Hannah saw Malcolm and Lucas at the front of the group of men. Lucas had his arms on Jessica’s shoulder, and she smiled at him happily.

Hannah didn’t know it, but this was the night a group got together to celebrate Sarah’s declaration that she was, like so many of her new friends at school, a black cock slut. Professor Suffolk was the photographer in this picture, and an enthusiastic participant in that night. Sarah had been waiting in the next room, wearing a racy set of bridal lingerie to symbolize her entry into a new lifestyle.

Jessica continued to swipe and scenes of debauchery continued to unfold. Some were clearly from that night, carefully curated to remove any pictures of either Sarah or Professor Suffolk. Others were in different settings, but all featured groups of white women fucking black men, and each other. Hannah recognized some of the girls and some
of the men from around campus. One of them was her Econ TA, who she’d begun to see as a a potential close friend and mentor!

“Oh you know Terri!?” Jessica asked, at the look of shock that crossed Hannah’s face when she saw the pale, blue eyed, dark haired girl on all fours facing the camera, face contorted in pleasure and breasts bouncing and hanging down as a towering black man stood behind her. “She’s such a sweetheart…and, of course, a total slut!”

Jessica stopped at particularly debauched picture. Hannah’s stare continued. Like so many of the pictures, Jessica was completely naked. She laid on top of another girl, whose face wasn’t visible because it was buried inside Jessica’s vagina. But Hannah could see a crown of brown hair resting on the bed the two girls laid on together, with batches of a sticky substance on it, and if she squinted, could see a thin strip of white forehead, covered in sweat and a sticky liquid of some type. Jess was laying on top of the brown-haired girl, facing the opposite direction of her. She had turned back to the camera and was giving it a thumbs sign, as gobs of white, sticky fluid dripped off her face and from her hair, which was flew out in a wild golden halo . Malcolm stood in front of Jessica, his massive cock spewing fluid—semen, Hannah realized—that was caught flying through the hair and hitting the side of Jessica’s face and the brown-haired girl’s stomach. Behind the trio, Hannah saw a naked strawberry blonde woman with her hair loose, kneeling in front of an equally naked Lucas.

Of course, the brown-haired girl was Sarah. The picture had been caught as Sarah and Jessica had been sixty-ning each other, as two men pounded their respective pussies and assholes. The man fucking Jessica had just finished, and Sarah was greedily cleaning up her friend’s pussy. Malcom had just cum inside Sarah, his favorite white slut, and was continuing to spray semen all over the two as he pulled out. The strawberry blonde kneeling before Lucas was Professor Suffolk, sucking him to completion after he had been vigorously fucking her on the bed next to the threesome only moments ago.

Hannah didn’t recognize anyone other than Jessica in this debauched scene, but her head began to swim. Her face was no longer bright red, but deathly pale…paler than Charlotte, even. She thought she might faint.

Suddenly, Jessica turned off her phone and quickly placed it in her lap, under the table.

Hannah snapped back to reality and saw Charlotte approaching them.

“Hey guys!” She greeted them. “Jessica, thanks so much for asking me to join you. I realize I’ve been rude to you, and rude to Lucas over the past few days. I didn’t mean to, you’ve both been nothing but kind…you’re all just different from what I’m used to back home!”

Jessica smiled warmly. “Don’t even worry about it. I remember what it was like to be a freshman! It can be scary.”

Hannah just stared forward, still white as a ghost. Her hands laid out in front of the table in front of her, and she played with them nervously. She realized she should make an effort to join the company and return Charlotte’s olive branch. The three girls chatted about their studies, weather, the upcoming election, and the records of the school’s athletic teams. Color began to return to Hannah’s face as she settled into a more normal conversation, but the imaged continued to flash in the back of her mind.
As the girls finished their meal and cleared off their trays, Hannah found herself scanning the cafeteria, looking for familiar faces from the depraved scenes that had played out on Jessica’s phone.