Chapter 5

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!”