Her given name was Jessica Ann Boynton, but all the guys around the Alpha Phi Alpha fraternity house at State knew her simply as "Messy Jessie".
The girl was a legend at school. Not for her grades. Not for her athletic ability. Not for her family tree, her dress or her looks. Not that she wasn't good looking a girl. She was no beauty but was very pleasing on the eyes. She went to State part-time, working at a local deli the rest of the time.
I met Jessica in my sophomore year, after I had been accepted into APA. She'd hang around the frat house --- I always thought she was fraternity president Richard Vineland's girl friend --- and joke with members. Sometimes she'd study with us, sometimes she'd watch football or ice hockey and mocked our teams just to get a rise out of us.
Jessica had a nice figure, a little plump but not really overweight. She had long brown hair and brown eyes, but her best attributes were her legs. They were long and slender and given her proclivity toward wearing skirts they were constantly admired by all in the frat.
How I never heard of her special talents prior to admittance to the frat I will never know, but Jessica was, it turned out, very secretive in her activities. So much so that during the admittance process President Vineland was emphatic at how there was certain "endeavors" that had to and must remain secret. Disclosure of them would mean immediate expulsion from the frat and possibly a broken arm or leg.
He smiled when he told me that, but it was a telling smile. The kind that says I am smiling but I mean what I am saying.
It turned out that early on many guys in the frat tried to date her, but she would laugh and rebuff all askers. She was like a sister in that regard, she would always be around and it was know she wasn't dating anyone at the frat.
So what were her special talents? Why am I writing about this legendary girl from college?
Jessica was a cum freak.
A bonafide cum lover, cum junkie, a cum queen of the first degree.
No, she didn't sleep with anyone from the frat, she didn't give head, and she didn't spread those long wonderful legs for anyone we knew. But she was a cum receptacle for us.
Let me explain.
After I was accepted into the fraternity Richard and his sergeant of arms, Riley Christopher, met privately with each new member. There were only a seven of us, and we had already been sworn to secrecy in the initiation process. In this private meeting I was given another chance at resigning ... if I couldn't keep a frat secret. I thought at the time it was about our motto or handshake or something. I soon learned it was about Jessica.
"She is an honorary member of the fraternity, and is essentially second in command," explained Richard, with Riley nodding his head. She can never be president, she's a girl after all, but what she says goes. That's because she is very, very special to us."
Looking at the guys like they were aliens off the Roswell Express, I keep my mouth shut and ears open. They droned on for a while about this and that before getting to the point.
"Jessica likes cum, she has this thing about it. However you are never to touch her. Nobody does. Nobody can. That's the rule."
My quizzical look sparked additional information.
"There are times when we, uh, accommodate her special needs," said Vineland. "It's under close supervision. But what happens is that we, uh, take care of ourselves and then finish on her body. Sometimes it's her ass, or her pussy or on special occasions, her face. She loves it, rubs it in, and gets off on it.
"But whoa be the guy who touches her. It has never happened, but let me tell you there will be hell to pay if she's touched."
I couldn't believe my ears. The pretty young girl was a girl from a porno movie? The girl who has made my sandwiches has hands that have been tainted by quarts various guys' personal stuff?
I must have stammered something about how and when and why and you name it. Richard and Riley smiled, assured me it didn't happen often, but that it did indeed happen.
"You will see soon, tomorrow night in fact if you want," said the president. "She told me today it was time and we've never let her down. Now if you have qualms about jerking off in front of a frat brother, well, you might not want to attend the ceremony. But if you think you can and you want to watch a real spectacle of erotica then you are invited."
Does the Pope shit in the woods? Of course I'd be there.
