"Shit, shit, shit!" was just about the only word that Jessica's brain could concentrate on. Freshman Jessica Perry sat in her regular seat in Professor Angela Burton's accounting class. Jessica had done well during her first semester as a business major at Belton College. Now she couldn't even focus long enough to hear her professor asking her a question. When she finally realized it, the professor had already moved on to another student. She'd almost burst into tears at the embarrassment.
A week later, Professor Burton handed Jessica her latest exam. She'd been making excellent grades during the first half of the semester, but the latest test was a disaster. It wasn't unusual for students to slip up from time to time, but Jessica had been one of the few in all her classes who had maintained her focus throughout the semester. Her performance on the latest exam was something Professor Burton expected from a student about to flunk out. The effort and energy she'd displayed since the beginning of the semester had disappeared over the past week.
After handing Jessica her first failing grade, she went back to the front of the class and began her lecture. As she lectured on a fundamental principle of accounting, she paid even more attention to Jessica. What she saw concerned her. Instead of rapt attention to every word she said, Jessica seemed to be in a whole different world. If this continued for much longer, her grades would likely sink too far for her to recover before the end of the semester.
"Miss Perry, can you see me after class?" Professor Burton demanded more than asked.
Jessica had occasionally stopped by Professor Burton's office to discuss her major, and what classes she needed to take to prepare her for the more advanced classes to come. Angela sat in her office as Jessica stood in the doorway.
"Close the door and have a seat, Jessica."
Jessica sat down without saying a word. It was obvious to Angela that something traumatic had occurred to the eighteen year old freshman. It was not unusual for freshman coeds to occasionally get in over their heads. It was something of a rite of passage, part of becoming an adult. In most cases, it was a young lady's first experience in dealing with being out from under her parents' supervision. Sororities and fraternities were usually the source for much of the temptations faced by freshmen.
Jessica had appeared to handle life on her own quite well though. Rush week had been well over a month ago. It was the middle of October. Jessica had breezed through the first few months of school. Something had obviously changed over the past week.
"Okay, Jessica, something is obviously wrong. Care to talk to me about it?" Angela leaned forward in her chair trying to put Jessica at ease. "Anything I might be able to help with?"
Jessica looked at the carpeting on the floor. She wasn't so sure she wanted to tell her professor about her problem, but she decided what the heck. Her life was going down the drain anyways, so she might as well know.
"I'm pregnant," Jessica blurted out.
Angela took a deep breath. Yes, Jessica had a problem all right, a growing one at that. No wonder she was preoccupied. She scrunched her lips, and asked, "I see. Have you told anyone else?"
"I told the father, but he wouldn't take responsibility." Jessica said, forlornly. Tears started to build up in her eyes again.
"What did he tell you?"
"He said I was a slut ... and that anyone could be my bastard's dad," Jessica struggled to say.
"You're sure he's the father?"
"I was drunk, but I wasn't that drunk," Jessica stated adamantly. "I know it was him."
Angela looked at her student for a second and handed her a tissue, before she asked softly, "How did it happen?"
"I went to a frat party. It was my first. I knew from what others told me that these parties could get..." she hesitated and weighed her words, "could get kinda wild. So I really didn't want to go, but my roommate pestered me constantly. So I finally went along just to shut her up. I figured I could watch out for myself."
Jessica paused for a few moments, the images of the scene in the frat house coming back to her.
"So when I got there, right away some guys started talking to me. I have to admit, I liked the attention they were paying to me. I'd never been allowed to talk to boys for very long."
Jessica looked up and met Angela Burton's gaze. "You have to understand where I come from, Professor. I've led a very sheltered life. I attended our church's Christian school instead of public schools. I come from a very conservative family. And our church is a very conservative fundamentalist church that preaches that premarital sex is wrong, as well as using any contraception. Sex is meant to be something between a husband and wife for the sole purpose of procreation. Abortion for any reason is murder. Rape and incest are no excuse to kill an unborn child of God. And..." Jessica looked down again and blushed, "of course, even masturbation was just one step away from becoming a fornicator."
"So coming to college here, unsupervised, got you into a completely different world?" Angela asked.
"Well, we, I mean I was not completely unexposed to the 'evils of society', as my dad calls them," Jessica gave a dry chuckle, "but my parents have been quite successful in keeping me away from the temptations most other kids are exposed to every day."
"I think I understand." Angela nodded. "So what went on at that frat party?"
"Like I said, when we got there, it only took moments before several guys were talking to me. Not long after that, one of the boys had talked me into drinking my first beer. You see, Professor, I wanted to live a little more. At home I could have never done that, but I had always been curious about all the things that were so forbidden back home."
Temptation is lurking everywhere, Angela thought.
"So, as the night went on, I did some other things. I discovered what body shots were." Jessica managed to chuckle a little. "I had a shot of vodka out of the belly button of my roommate."
Jessica watched Angela's reaction before continuing. She just sat listening to her though.
"Much later, I let a cute boy lead me to an upstairs bedroom, where we started making out. It was my first kiss with a boy," Jessica said, remembering how unromantic the whole thing had been.
"I allowed him to take my clothes off. I was a little drunk by then, but not to the point that I couldn't think. On the other bed in the same room, my roommate was naked and on her back with her legs over the shoulders of another boy. He was..." Jessica hesitated again, wondering how candid she could or should be.
Angela sensed the reason behind her student's reluctance. "Don't worry, Jessica, it's just us girls here, please be frank." Secretly the single thirty year old woman enjoyed the story. More than once recently she had been to a frat party, carefully selecting those where none of her students went. More than enough hard student cocks had fucked her. It was more fun than hanging out in clubs. She lived a dangerous life, sometimes encouraging older students who gave her the eye, to put the make on her. And usually she gladly succumbed to their advances. She had enjoyed many a night draining a guy's balls, testing his stamina.
"He was slowly ... fucking my roommate." Jessica surprised herself that she got the word out. "She was moaning and obviously having a great time. So it didn't take much convincing for me to lie down on the bed and ... you know. He was cute and all. I was a virgin until then, but I was kind of glad to lose my virginity to him ... just to get it over with. I made sure he was using a condom though."
Angela poured a cup of water from her water cooler and handed it to Jessica who took a quick sip.
"Before long though, two more boys had joined us. My roommate looked over and smiled at me. She even called over, 'Way to go, Jessica', to encourage me. Then one of the other boys took the place of the first. Since I'd already given up my cherry, it didn't take much convincing for me to really let go. You see, Professor, I had enjoyed my first fuck, and before the night was over, three other guys fucked me, too. It felt great. I was doing something I wasn't supposed to do. My parents wouldn't even allow me to date a boy unless we were chaperoned."
Angela asked, "I guess the rest of the guys didn't use condoms?"
"Every one of them up to then used a condom," Jessica replied. "Then another boy came in the room. It was only a few moments before he climbed between my legs. I realized he hadn't put one on. I insisted that he use one, but he said they were all out. He promised to pull out though. He fucked me really good. Before I realized what was happening though, the boy pushed deep inside me and started coming. He was too heavy to push off, but it wouldn't likely have mattered. He'd already come inside of me. I didn't think I was close to ovulating though. So I thought I might get away with it."
"And," Jessica gave a bitter chuckle, "It felt much better getting fucked without a condom with the boy really cumming inside me."
Angela laughed. "I agree. It is much better that way."
"After I missed my period and a home pregnancy test, I realized without doubt that I was pregnant. Even the morning sickness has started to set in."
Both were quiet for a moment.
"Have you told your family?" Angela asked.
"I went home this past weekend and told them."
"How did that go?"
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