He was the embodiment of chaos. An unpredictable cartoon character. He represented everything Jennifer Laurent should have abhorred – crude, goofy, lackadaisical, kind of lazy, spontaneous ... agnostic. Even the first time they met, Jennifer didn’t really think much about Alex, but clearly she had some kind of effect on him. It was some event where their respective colleges sent teams to research something together. The colleges paid for hotel accommodations and sent their best and brightest students. Alex was on his college’s team. Jennifer wasn’t even on hers – she was just the person they brought along to take pictures for the inevitable interviews the team would face afterwards. She didn’t feel like part of the team, but ... she was there, so she still was representing her college.

Alex noticed she wasn’t participating much in the research and, as if it was a joke, involved her. He kept showing her charts and tables and going, “How about you, shutterbug? What do you think?” When Jennifer explained that she wasn’t part of the official team, he shrugged and smiled. “So? Got any thoughts anyways?”

Jennifer wasn’t easy. She didn’t blush or bite her lip or anything. She just smiled at his sheer tenacity and gave a tepid boring answer. That seemed to satisfy him and he turned back to discuss more with the group.

He was such a white boy. The kind her mother wouldn’t ever approve of. Tall, skinny, pale as a ghost, with short black hair, a strong jawline, and a big silly grin that had the unfortunate effect of being contagious. Whenever a conversation was happening, half the time he was leading it or voicing his objections clearly. He had no problem butting his way into the conversation. Again, such a white boy.

Jennifer’s mother wanted her boyfriend to be black like her. It’s not like her mom was racist, per se, she just had ideas of what white boys were like ... ideas that Alex seemed to embody. Jennifer herself broke up with her black boyfriend the day before that trip, to her mother’s dismay. Her mother was equally hopeful that the two would reconcile and that Jennifer would find another boy. She was, after all, an incredibly attractive girl. She was short with an adorable smile (with a cute little gap between her teeth), hair and eyelashes that she took pride in taking good care of, and of course, good genetics. Even though Jennifer saw herself as too chubby, it meant that her impressive breasts were hard to hide. It wasn’t the greatest thing in the world to be sexualized by boys because of this, especially since she was a good girl that knew that sex came after marriage, but it was like having a coupon to free attention when she wanted it from boys, and ... there were worse things in the world. Boys would be boys, so even though her breasts could sometimes get overwhelming (particularly on her poor back), it meant she’d always get that kind of attention.

Given Alex’s almost annoying jokes and bits where he’d get her involved, she figured he had a thing for her. She expected him to be like every other skinny tall white boy he knew where he’d either joke about her being black (point out how our skin color is different, hilarious, it never got old) or make some weird comment about her breasts but ... she had to admit, it was refreshing how neither of those ever came.

What he did do, less than a day after he went back home to his college, was find her social media account and add her. It wasn’t surprising, but then again, Jennifer did get added by a few other people, and he did involve her in the conversation too. It was the least she could do to add him back.

Almost immediately, she was met with messages. “How did the pictures turn out,” “did your college really just drag you there only to take pictures of other people,” and intriguingly, “I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable when I kept involving you. I thought you just might be bored.”

That last one gave Jennifer pause. She was used to boys hitting on her over text, but one thing she was not used to was a blatant level of care for how comfortable she was. She’d never realized it before, but he was the first boy to slide into her DMs, especially after meeting her in person, who expressed care for her comfort levels.

That was the turning point. Beforehand, she was being polite and enjoying this silly boy like he was some kind of exhibit at the zoo or something. But before long, she realized she was opening up to him. She kind of wanted a male friend that she could open up to about things, one that knew her just enough to be interesting but not enough to make her feel weird for being vulnerable, and she found one from the most unlikely of places. And of course, he lived nearly an hour away, so if it turned out that he was a walking red flag in disguise, she could just block him and be done with it without any fear of running into him.

That moment never arrived. Alex was run through the gauntlet – how did Alex feel about this one girl on his team (the easiest way to see if a boy was a red flag was to see how he talked about women he wasn’t interested in), what did Alex think about feminism, what was Alex’s love life like ... and boy, was Alex honest. Jennifer hadn’t even heard of the term “polyamory” before meeting him, and when he described it, she knew her jealous ass could never accept her theoretical boyfriend having several other girls, but she oddly felt compelled to say “good for you though.” She had no idea why she said that. She certainly didn’t have a habit of saying it, especially to boys like him. Maybe it was because he had nothing but nice things to say about Tamsin, that other girl on his team that already had a boyfriend (a monogamous boyfriend). Maybe it was because he was an avid supporter of feminism, to the extent where he had been following a feminist page before he even added her. Jennifer hated how rare it was for boys like him to be like that. But maybe, just maybe, it was because when he heard about how recently she’d gone through a breakup before going to the event, his first reaction wasn’t to hit on her, it was to apologize. “Oh, sorry, you must have had a lot on your mind,” he wrote. “My annoying little jokes must have been the last thing you needed that weekend.”

That was the first time he made Jennifer blush. It was clear that his joking persona wasn’t the only thing to his personality, nor was it a bluff. He somehow was a complete comedian on the weekend she saw him and yet, a deeply caring guy underneath. What’s more, Jennifer felt comfortable now telling her college friends that Alex Leblanc from that one college summit was messaging her, and it was like telling them that an old friend was in town.

“Oh, Alex. What an absolute character,” one remarked.

“Where does he get all of his energy from?” another one laughed. “He’s like a character from an internet story, the kind that seems made up.”

“I heard he’s a bit of a manslut though,” yet another remarked. “He goes from college to college, leaving a trail of destruction and wild stories behind.”

Her friends just laughed. “Yeah, these events are like a rite of passage,” her friend Sachin would laugh. “You meet Alex, you sleep with him, you bear his child, you don’t hear from him for seven years, the cycle continues.” Sachin was a jokester himself, and it was clear that they all thought highly of Alex, but that remark was enough to scare Jennifer back into reality. Sachin was, accidentally, a hundred percent correct. That’s what Alex was, that’s what he wanted. He himself admitted he was a manslut. Polyamorous, too. For shame. He may have been kind about it, but he had an end goal in mind when it came to Jennifer ... and it was up to her not to fall for it.

A part of her felt silly, but she was a lot colder with Alex the next time they talked. Alex seemed to pick up on it pretty quickly, asking if he said something that made her feel uncomfortable. Jennifer couldn’t help frowning to herself, upset that she was doing this to a guy that seemed to care about her as a person too, but she pressed on with the topic of how his lifestyle serves him. The lifestyle of casual sex and polyamory, a lifestyle that many in her community would consider “sinful.” She capped it off with a question that, to her, would settle everything.

“What’s your body count?”

She was expecting ten, maybe twenty. She was even expecting him to dodge the question and go into damage-control mode. Instead, she got her answer: fifty-four.

Fifty-fucking-four. Jennifer was floored. How did he even have the time?! Alex was twenty-two!! She couldn’t resist asking the follow-up questions. She knew for a fact that she could never settle down with a guy who behaved like that. She didn’t want to have sex outside of a traditional relationship – outside of marriage – and she sure as heck did not want to just be another notch in Alex’s bedpost, or his belt, or whatever the phrase was. There was no way he had sex with that many girls and still found them special. There was no way.

Even so ... she couldn’t stop the questions from coming. How did he manage that, how early did he start, what was high school like, and when his last time was. Somehow, Alex was single right now – did she just think that, the word “somehow”?? – and he was actually in the middle of a dry spell. Then, it was her turn, according to him. She was reluctant, but Alex reasoned that he just opened up a lot to her, and it would be weird if she kept asking him all these questions but told him nothing about herself. She couldn’t disagree.

Jennifer didn’t lie. She talked about how much her relationship with God mattered to her, and how she knew she had urges, but was committed to only having sex after marriage. Even so, she couldn’t help but give everything but penetrative sex to her first boyfriend, thanks to her needy horny nature. Unfortunately, her neediness was the relationship’s downfall – they ended up breaking up, which Jennifer considered her fault. She was just too high maintenance. Even so, she was especially grateful she didn’t lose her virginity to him because of how fleeting it would have been. She wanted the feelings to be real, for it to be special, and she knew even then he wouldn’t be able to give her that.

She opened up to Alex about things she never told another soul. Her complicated relationship with God and the way she understood how God gave her her urges, and the healthy ways she explored those feelings. How she refused to have sex until after marriage but owned an embarrassingly large dildo and vibrator. How, at her horniest, she occasionally sent nudes to some of her male friends, but only ever the ones from high school that moved away, the ones that went to other colleges.

“The ones that go to other colleges, huh?”

That was the first time Alex made Jennifer’s pussy throb. She completely walked into that one. She went into this conversation expecting to confirm her biases that this Alex was a manwhore that she wanted nothing to do with. Instead, she was glued to the screen, eagerly awaiting the next message Alex sent. And Alex was Alex, so the next message was laden with confidence, admitting that he found her incredibly attractive but ever since learning that she went through a bad breakup recently, did not want to push anything.

Jennifer rubbed her legs together. He found her hot. What’s more, when she asked why, Alex began by describing her facial features; her eyes, her smile, even her nose, before ever describing anything about her body. He didn’t lead with talking about how big her breasts were. He was eloquent. Fuck, he was poetic. He was different.

Even so, she could never send him a nude. She told him as much, upfront. What if she saw him again at another college summit? She’d never be able to look him in the eye.

His response was suave and charismatic. “Would I be allowed to look at you while I talk? You can look down at the floor if you want. Whatever makes you comfortable. I’d never force your eyes to look at me, as beautiful as they are.”

She had to admit, that got her. Even so, she still declined, pointing out how he had fifty-three other girls to keep him company. She even playfully framed it as being out of consideration for him. She told him, “I couldn’t possibly compare to the other fifty-three girls you’ve been with.”

“No,” he replied. “Right now you’d be the best, because it’s you I want to see, and you I care about.”

She thought that was already smooth, but he wasn’t done.

“I’m throbbing for you right now. Nothing else matters.”

Fuck. Jennifer squirmed in bed, involuntarily moaning. That did it. She caved. She didn’t just send him a nude that night, she sent him several, trying to find the very best she’d taken and when she couldn’t find anything good enough for him, she got up out of bed and resolved to take the very best nudes for him.

She blushed as she took the nudes, being sure to keep her face out of the frame. Even so, almost experimentally, she pushed out her chest. One picture. Two. Then she started playing with a nipple. Three. She thought she was going to end with her chest, but the camera started to pan downwards. Four. Five. She slipped a hand into her panties. Six. She bit her lip, feeling so naughty ... and pulled her panties to the side. Seven. She hadn’t even sent the first one yet, and she was already thinking about sending her pussy to him. Her bare, aching, wet pussy.

Alex reciprocated, and Jennifer learned very quickly that the stereotype about skinny white guys was very much true. Alex was hung like a horse, and it only looked even larger compared to his skinny body. She plunged two, then three fingers inside herself, wondering how good it would feel to have Alex’s cock inside her. She saved the picture to her phone’s gallery, and she never did that for any boy. She ended up bringing herself to not one but two orgasms before falling asleep without even messaging Alex so much as a “goodnight.”

Even so, after apologizing to him the next morning for abruptly falling asleep, she admitted that she was scared to get sexual with him so quickly. For the first time, Alex pushed back, insisting that if they were both having so much fun, it would be a shame to stop purely because of a few doubts. Jennifer reaffirmed her naive past, how the two would never work – she was jealous, he was polyamorous, not to mention an hour away – and above all, how her devotion to God meant that she was never going to have sex outside of marriage.

Alex took in all of the information, acknowledged it, and shifted his goals. He admitted that, above all, he did not want to stop doing this, and that he wasn’t lying when he said that Jennifer was special to him. She was openly skeptical, citing, yet again, his body count. After jokingly lamenting having ever said it out loud, Alex replied that a high body count didn’t mean that he couldn’t see a girl as special, and that he would be happy to prove to her through these conversations just how special she was. In return, he pledged that any sexual activity between the two of them would fall “well within” God’s guidelines for her. Above all, he sold her with his final message: “You’re amazingly attractive and I definitely don’t want this opportunity to pass by, especially considering the more I learn about you the more I admire and am intrigued by you.”

She grew to almost hate how charming he was. After some consideration, she readily accepted, and he replied to this affirmation with an infernally simple two words.

“Good girl.”

Jennifer needed to masturbate before going to class that day. She couldn’t help it. It was like Alex had a perfect view of everything that would drive her crazy, whether it was with his words or the pictures he would use to punctuate those very words. Even his nudes were a cut above – they were taken in his bedroom as opposed to a dingy bathroom, they used natural light, and they weren’t just ‘log shots’ of his cock – they always contained at least one other body part, sometimes shot from the most interesting of angles. Jennifer was hooked, plain and simple. She would talk to him during class, and she would let his cock be the last thing she looked at every night for several nights in a row. She told herself that she was just satiating her urges, but she knew the truth – she was needing to masturbate more often than normal. She was only getting hornier for him.

It seemed like the feelings were mutual. Jennifer was beginning to figure out Alex’s college schedule because he would always begin messaging her in earnest after class was over. Every time she teased him about how badly he wanted her, Alex didn’t flinch, nor take the high road. He didn’t deny it or play it cool.

“Of course I want you. I want to hold you close and feel your lips against mine. I want to figure out every way I can make you whimper.”

Well, he sure found one, and it was while she was on the damn bus to boot. Blushing profusely, Jennifer looked around, making sure no one was staring at her. She didn’t dare look between her legs – she was wearing sweatpants that day, and knew it was a genuine possibility that thanks to Alex, they were soaked through. nce she was home, her pants didn’t stay on long enough for her to confirm or deny that possibility. Instead, her legs were spread, her toy was out, her housemates put their headphones on, and she was messaging Alex oh-so-eagerly.

Alex loved how the good Christian girl had such a big dildo, though of course it was a thrill for both of them to realize that the dildo was basically the exact size of Alex’s own cock. Jennifer didn’t make a habit of taking the whole thing often – she used to see it as just a little too big for her, even though now she was warming up to the idea – but now it was fun to take it to the hilt, and if Alex was good, he’d get to see her puffy wet pussy taking the whole thing, accompanied by the message, “I wish it was your cock instead.”

Even so, it took a few more sessions of Jennifer fucking herself silly to admit it to Alex. She knew it would never happen, and what they were doing was still well within the accepted limits of what they could do together, but that didn’t stop Jennifer from desperately wanting to feel Alex’s cock filling her up, stretching her in the exact ways she craved. She wanted to feel Alex running his hands down her body. Embarrassingly for her, Alex was the first guy where she told him first that she wanted to feel his mouth on her nipples. They were big and sensitive and Alex was hot and clearly knew what she was doing. He couldn’t blame her for that, right?

Alex reciprocated gladly. He didn’t own a fleshlight but was happy to fuck his hand for her, or even just stand there and throb in front of a mirror for Jennifer’s pleasure. Pictures became videos, and videos quickly became phone calls. The first few were scattered with flecks of awkwardness – Alex and Jennifer beginning the call by saying “hey” and giggling and attempting to make flirtatious small talk – but soon the pretense was dropped.

“You’re such a good girl,” Alex moaned, getting into it, stroking his beautiful cock up and down. “Who do you think of when you finger yourself? Tell me, Jennifer.”

“You, Alex,” Jennifer moaned, three fingers in. “I think of your huge dick in my mouth. I want you to push my head down so that I can get all of it in. I want you to dominate me so fucking bad. I’m getting so wet thinking about it~”

She would have gone on, but at that moment, Jennifer approached her third orgasm of the night. The two rascals were starting to make this a more and more common occurrence – three went from unthinkably often to “a few less than usual.”

Worst of all, she loved it. Her relationship with her body had never been better – she felt more confident, more sexy, more desired – but she felt a secret shame building and burning behind her eyes. Her porn of choice was now skinny white boys ... Heavens, her mother would have killed her if she knew. Not only that, but she was looking at porn daily. She didn’t feel farther from God, and if anything, she was praying slightly more often. Sometimes she felt like this was God’s answer, that he was letting her know he was happy she was finding herself. But every so often she’d worry that she was straying further and further from His light.

She meant to bring that up with Alex. She sure wanted to. And even though she liked him a lot more now, she would have been happy to throw him under the bus and blame him for cutting her off and telling her to start fingering herself again. But she knew the truth: she was cutting herself off. She was the one that kept suggesting more obscene things, to please Alex ... but also to please herself. Alex was shocked the first time she suggested filming herself trying to get the huge dildo all the way down her throat. She sure as all get-out wasn’t going to show him all the times she attempted to film it and choked or made gross coughing sounds. She only showed him the last video ... the video of this absolute cutie, this downright slut, taking a large dildo down her throat like a pro.

She showed off her face. She showed it off in a video of her choking on a dick like her life depended on it. and Alex saved it to his phone, and shot two loads to it that night alone. Jennifer had never felt so fulfilled.

The next week, some clueless boy hit on Jennifer as she tried to leave class. He spoke so casually, with no energy, and put in no effort into how he came across. When Jennifer point-blank asked, “So you like me?” to see how he’d respond, he shrugged and just replied, “Ha, I mean, Iunno. Just wanna see if you know what’s up, you know?”

She barely contained her eye-roll, and shut him down. That was the point Jennifer realized something. She was naive to the point of farce around boys, and she just saw all the signs of some college fuckboy and shut him down. All because he couldn’t meet a standard ... a standard Alex created. She couldn’t help but smile in realization on the bus back home. Alex wasn’t a test from God, he was a gift. A part of God’s plan, a way to show her how boys, even fuckboys, should behave and how she should respect herself more by holding them to higher standards.