Higher Education Ch. 06

Hannah tried to go through the next few days with a semblance of normalcy. But everywhere she looked, she'd see a familiar face. Not the familiar face of someone she'd met, but the familiar face of someone she'd seen naked, face contorted in expressions of ecstasy, awash in sexual pleasure.

Econ was typically one of her favorite subjects. But as she sat in class she found her mind wandering to the pictures Jessica had shown her. Terri, the TA she'd seen fucking and sucking in several of the pictures, at the front of the lecture hall was dressed demurely in jeans and a conservative turtleneck, passing slides to their professor as he opined on supply curves. But Hannah just kept thinking about the pictures of Terri she just seen in which she was lost in wonton lust.

"Snap out of it, girl" She told herself. "At least think of your grades."

They broke into study sections and Terri took the to the front of the classroom, confidently leading a Q&A session about the subjects they'd previously covered. Hannah couldn't reconcile the sharp, dignified upperclassmen she saw with the depraved slut in the photographs.

Later that day, Hannah sat in her room listening to music and doing homework. A familiar and rapid, but gentle knocking emerged from the front door of her suite. She heard Charlotte get up to open it, and continued her homework.

"Oh hi Jessica," Hannah heard Charlotte say. "You're here to see Hannah, I assume?"

Charlotte led Jessica to Hannah's room. "Um, I guess I'll let you two talk..." she said awkwardly. Charlotte had also begun to enjoy Jessica's company, and hoped to join the girls for a chat, but didn't want to intrude.

Jessica smiled at her and touched her arm, which caused Charlotte to flinch a bit. "We'll all hang out soon-maybe a movie night? But I have some things I need to talk about with Hannah now."

Charlotte beamed at the prospect of a potential future hangout, and left the room, closing the door behind her to give the two girls some privacy.

Jessica was dressed outright demurely today, in a normally fitting pair of jeans and a sleeveless blouse.

"I hope I didn't freak you, Hannah," Jessica began. "But you asked me a question, and the only way I really knew how to answer it was to show you."

Hannah stood and faced away from Jessica, thinking for a few moments.

When she turned around to face Jessica she looked thoughtful.

"Look...what you do for fun...its your business. And I like you. I don't want to judge you. But...it's not right. And I don't see how so many people on campus can be part of this!"

"It's not right?" Jessica asked calmly. "Fucking's not right? It's how we all got here. It's the most natural thing in the world. It's something that gives incredible pleasure to everyone involved. How can that not be right?"

Jessica went on: "I'd get if this were coming from Charlotte-I'm sure the girl has all sorts of hang-ups and false notions floating around in her head. But where is this coming from with you, Hannah?

"Sex is supposed to be about love! It's supposed to be with someone who respects you! Don't you feel degraded?"

"You mean like I'm a slut? A whore?" Jessica asked. She smiled enigmatically with those words. "Well I am a slut and a whore. I like to fuck. I like to have men lust after me. I like to have women lust over me. I like to have orgasms. I like to give people orgasms!"

Hannah just stared blankly at her.

"And you know what? I think you're a slut too!"

Hannah's blank stare turned into a hard glare.

"Oh it's not an insult Hannah. I think you're a slut because I recognize a kindred spirit. When I showed you those pictures, you didn't push the phone away. You didn't walk away in disgust. You. Just. Kept. Looking. Because you wanted to be one of the girls in those pictures."

"It's not right!" Hannah said, louder this time.

"Shh..." Jessica said. "It's probably best if Charlotte doesn't hear this conversation."

Jessica went on calmly.

"I've shown you who I am. I like who I am. I enjoy who I am. I'm proud of who I am. I love to fuck. And I don't make apologies but for it. It's an important part of my life, but its not the entirety of my life. Few things make me happier than having giant cocks in my pussy and asshole (Hannah's face turned bright red at this) but I also like good food, and spending time with my friends and my family, and watching basketball games, and old movies! I like lots of things...not so much this though...she said, pointing at the collection of board games in the corner of Hannah's room. She giggled-"That's for you and Sarah and Malcolm."

Hannah laughed a little at that. "I can't imagine just sitting around a table, rolling dice with Malcolm now...not after what I've seen."

"Why not? Malcolm likes you. Malcom's a fuck machine, and so am I. But we're both more than that. And I like you too. If you don't want to be part of that aspect of our lives, you don't have to. But let me tell--as sure as I'm a slut, so are you. So are most women, deep down!"

"And that's the last I'll say about it. I'm not ashamed of who I am and I'm not going to change who I am. I respect whoever and whatever you want to be. I'd like to be your friend. I think you're a cool, smart person, whatever hang-ups you may have. And I won't try to show you anything you don't want to do or make you do anything you don't want to do. But I ask that you respect who I am."

Tears began to well in Hannah's eyes. Jessica walked to her and hugged her, chastely.

"Friends," she asked?

"Friends," Hannah said.

"Good," Jessica responded.

"Now, we need to get you out and to get your mind off things. I have some friends throwing party..."

Hannah's eyes widened. "We just talked about this!" She said, her fists rolling into balls.

"Not one of those parties, Hannah!" Jessica sighed. "Trust me, I wouldn't be dressed like this if it were..."

"A normal, college party. If it gets frisky, some trust fund kid might stroke a breast over your sweater."

"Okay...let's go." Hannah said. "And...he had better not!"