Hello there readers. Here is another installment of Jennifer's College Years! I apologize for the time in between installments, but it took a while to get this one finalized. I hope you like it as much as I did writing it.
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Jerry was a very intensive person. Anything that interested him he would take very seriously and do the best he could, which usually was spectacular. He was one of those students that others either envied or loathed. He knew himself to be one that routinely blew the bell curve. He was a favorite of his professors, but had relatively few friends since his intelligence usually intimidated people. He found this to be true from a young age, when he was attaining his black belts in karate, akido, and tai chi, and was constantly taking college courses while still in middle school. He was lonely because of it, but he would not let anyone see it, nor would he share it. Discipline in life was his motto.
Jerry did have one friend, though. That was Tommy Queen. He was a natural genius, being able to take in any subject and have it expertly mastered in no time. This was a talent that Jerry greatly admired. Also, Tommy could unwind and have fun, letting loose as if he were one of the partiers. This made him popular on campus, but because of his stocky size, he had no romantic ties. This did not outwardly daunt him, though, and Jerry envied this bravado in him, not being able to screw up the courage to do the same thing.
The two men had only one class together: Calculus. They were the only freshmen in the class, and Professor Divodnik always called on them to answer some formulaic question he had. This did not make them too popular with any of the second- or third year students in the class,and they were not afraid to voice their displeasure either. They had made sure the professors did not overhear them, however, so Jerry and Tommy took it in stride.
Late in the third week, the two were studying in the quad at lunchtime. Their next classes did not start until 2 pm and they decided to take in some late summer sun and watch the girls in their skimpy clothes walk by, enjoying the last of the warm days.
"Tom?" Jerry asked, closing his book.
Tommy looked up. "Yeah, Jer?"
"I was thinking. You and I are friends and roommates. We both have trouble with women, and when we sit here and watch them, I wonder what it is that keeps us from finding those interested in us."
"Well, we're both smart, and girls don't want that right at the moment, the way I figure. Also, I am a bit on the big side, and you are a little standoffish-"
"Standoffish?"
"Yeah. You don't socialize. You treat everything formally. You don't LOOSEN UP, my friend."
"I-I really do not know how."
"I know. You were brought up that way. You told me. The moment you can laugh at yourself, that's when you will lighten up, smile, and join the rest of us."
Jerry took his words to heart. He knew he wasn't belittling him, and that he meant every word he said. That was another thing he liked about Tommy: He never said anything he did not mean. Jerry knew that he could say some damning things when he got angry, a thing that kept him from advancing beyond first-degree black belt in any of his martial disciplines. He could hear his shidoshis telling him, "You have achieved perfection of body and technique, but not of mind or spirit. Once you conquer the demons inside you, it is then will you achieve your heart's goal." That thought always brought him a sense of failure, and failure brought anger at himself. It was a vicious circle of emotions, and Jerry knew that he had to break it to advance. He sighed.
"Why don't we go visit Jen and Yolanda?" Tommy said. "We haven't seen them for a couple of weeks, and I think we could ask them- you know, get a woman's point of view? They like us, I think. I'm sure they would tell us straight."
Jerry thought on Jennifer and Yolanda. They had befriended them at lunch at the beginning of the semester. They were the sexiest women he had ever seen in his life. In his deepest heart, he knew he would like to get his hands on either of them. They both had attributes that appealed to him. He could feel his cock get stiff from just the vision of them!
"I'll leave a note on their door that we'll be stopping by tonight," Tommy said.
"That would be fine," Jerry heard himself saying. Now why did he say that?
Tommy picked up on the thought. "Ah, the girls drive you to distraction! That's the way to let your hair down, Jerry, old man. If you had any to let down..." Tommy smiled.
Jerry thumped him on the chest good-naturedly. They both started to laugh. "Ok," Jerry said, reopening his math book, "So, what answer did you get on this retroactive declination of the state population problem?"
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Jerry took a little extra time brushing his short hair. He was unconsciously thinking of Jennifer. Ever since seeing them at lunch a while back, his fantasies had surrounded her. It was so much that Jerry found himself distracted at inopportune times, like then. It took more and more concentration on his training to quell the visions, and he wondered if he really wanted to. That trip to town with them, after the first week, didn't help either
"Hey, we're not going to the prom, bud," Tommy ribbed. "I told them we'd be up there at 8 pm. It's 5 till now."
Jerry put down his brush on the dresser. "Let's go," he said.
The two men walked the stairs up to the third floor, one floor up. The hallway was deserted, as many students were either at the movies downtown, or were visiting. Their footsteps echoed as they walked.
They got to the girls' door. Summing up the courage, Tommy knocked.
"Come in!" Jennifer said from inside.
Tommy opened the door, and they both walked in. The women had repainted the walls a very light pink, and there were pictures and posters on the walls The standing closets directly across from the door were covered with painted-on flowers, and the walls of the short hallway were also painted with them.
Jerry shut the door behind him. He ran into Tommy when he turned around, for Tommy stopped dead in his tracks when he saw into the room.
"Move it, you big lug!" Jerry said to Tommy, pushing him. When Tommy took a step forward, and Jerry could see into the room, Jerry also stopped cold.
Jennifer and Yolanda were sitting on their beds, cross-legged. Both were wearing a scarf around their neck, and nothing else. Both had their hands crossed in front of them, their tits hanging between their arms. Both women had bound their hair up and had it pinned in the Chinese way. Both were smiling.
"Take a seat, boyos!" Yolanda said. She smiled brightly at them.
