In college, Jenny had been one of those deceitful, hated girls. The kind that only likes men who already have girlfriends, and who prefers most of all the men whom her sorority sisters were dating.
At Lehigh College, Jenny had slipped her head into the laps and sucked the cocks of no fewer than two-dozen of her Chi Beta sisters' boyfriends and Formal dates. Sucking the cocks and occasionally, when she could not prevent it, fucking the men who outwardly belonged, were dating, were engaged to other women, was a drug that had gotten Jenny high ever since she first conceived of it, back when her parents got divorced for all the usual, libidinous reasons and treasons.
In college, Jenny had also been a skinny, cute girl, the kind that has a body slender enough to be accepted by her Chi Beta sisters and their Mandatory Fat Table for all Pledges.
Jenny did well at the Fat Table. Even though she received the same number of sharpie-circles around her hideous flaws as the others, the same name-calling and psychological abuse as the others, she was only being made fun of for being too skinny and having too-small tits (the Fat Table was topless, and attended by the Seniors' boyfriends, three of whom Jenny later found time between the Winter Formal and the Spring Formal, to blow).
But by the time Jenny was herself one of those bitchy Seniors abusing that year's crop of acceptably-bodied freshman women, three years had passed by, and all the beer and all the pizza and all the cum that Jenny had accepted down her yielding throat over those three years so as to numb herself to her utter lack of intellectual curiosity and her complete misplacement at this rigorous liberal arts institution, had provided a reason why Jenny wore her shapeless sorority sweats and her bulky Lehigh College sweatshirt to the Mandatory Fat Table for freshman pledges.
Jenny, in college, became famous among the very few friends--this was junior year--to whom she confessed to about doing it, but then it somehow leaked and there was drama... "but it was about this freshman pledge, or it was, like, right after Mystery Night and she was already, like, a little, little sister, just a freshman. Who, like, practically announced who her boyfriend was and she was, like, so twee about it, and about what he posted on their social media, and here were all these photos of them together, and he was so this, and he thought she was so that, and this was at the little 'tea party' before the Weekly Meeting, where everyone drank, like, these spiked teas or wine coolers, and so this new little sister of ours at Chi Beta was bragging about her Big Senior Boyfriend, and I think, when the new sister had to stay at Weekly Meeting, after the tea party, but because Jenny was a Junior and Vice Chair of Something, Jenny could leave after Opening Prayers... and she, like, left, and she went over, like, right over to where she thought he would be and texted him and he sent her his geo-location, and it was his room at his frat house. Jenny went right over there during Chi Beta's Weekly Meeting, blew this woman's Big Senior Boyfriend like it was nothing, swallowed him, kissed him, smiled, hugged him, and then came right back to the end of Weekly Meeting.
Like she had been running an errand for the House. I think she even was sure to go up to her and her clique of friends after the Meeting and was all like, 'so good to see you, so glad you made it through pledging, Can't Be Beat!' That's like, our secret motto, we say it to each other a lot, like a lot a lot. And I know for sure Jenny kissed her, I think just like a kiss goodbye on the cheek, because when Jenny told the story, she always described the kiss and then she always laughed, laughed at her, this little freshman who thought she was such hot shit but she was like, really nothing."
Conveniently, Jenny had a long-term boyfriend who was older than her and studying at a more-prestigious university in Philadelphia. He often appeared with her at the sorority's formals, driving up a car far less prestigious than his university, to meet Jenny on her campus. He was handsome and pleasant, and most people who met him, liked him, and Jenny mostly refrained from sucking cock behind his back during his visits to Lehigh. Mostly, but not always.
And when he could not get away to be her date for the Winter Formal or a Spring Formal, for a Fall Ball or a Spring Fling, for a Jan Plan Gran' Stand (a January keg-stand rager), for a Date Party or a Dance Marathon Fundraiser Benefit, Jenny loved bragging about the reason why her fancy, ivy-league, Wall-Street-bound boyfriend could not be there to appreciate how incredible she looked in her hair and makeup and the dress she spent a month buying and having tailored and having shoes dyed to match.
"Oh, he's doing an internship in London... oh, he's got his Thesis due, because he's a Senior this year... oh, he's studying for the LSATs... oh, he got his LSAT scores back, now he's taking his G.R.E., he's thinking about going to graduate school instead of law school... graduate record exam, yes..."
They were much the same in the line of excuses that Jenny's father had given her mother, a decade ago, when their marriage had entered the final stages of lies and deceit and far-off work engagements and the emotional scramble at the decline of business prospects. Jenny, of course, was never consciously aware of this, or aware of her desire to "strike first," lest this charming, handsome, taller, older, success-bound boyfriend of hers ever realize that he could do much better than her.
But true love was not to last, and by January of her junior year, the far-of boyfriend was gone, gone so far away that Jenny never spoke of him again, and she stayed happily, officially single through graduation.
For four years of college, Jenny loved and felt loved and seen and heard so perfectly and completely by nothing other than the pizza pies that came so easily at the tap of an app on her phone. No taste made her feel so complete during four years at Lehigh like the taste of hops and barley from cheap, American beers. At the closest liquor store to the sorority house, Jenny knew a Deputy Manager whom she got to know first semester of freshman year, when she blew him so he would sell her and her fellow pledges the keg they needed to throw a surprise party for their Pledge Mistress.
They laughed about it while they played lookout while Jenny did it, they laughed about it while they talked about it after, and they kept the secret mostly to themselves for the rest of their lives. Although Jenny was the only one bold enough to suggest or even carry through with such an audacious dare of this not-unhandsome townie ("Would ya sell us a keg if I sucked ya cock? I know I look young, but I'm legal"), the women there that day were each drawn into the blowjob that Jenny performed, as either lookouts or watchers or unintended, reluctant watchers. For the rest of their lives, voyeurism, exhibitionism, and blowjobs would exist close to the surface in each of these Chi Beta women's conscious and subconscious sexuality. From that initial clique within their pledge group, bonded by Jenny's boldness and their complicity, they stayed besties for the next four years of college and for years after college, sharing each others secrets and many being as close as true sisters.
