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(MMF, nc, rp, 1st, bd) *** 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 ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 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. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 81