I woke up the next morning in a panic, not even noticing Jaxx's empty bed. The first day of classes! I hadn't set an alarm.... Or maybe Jaxx had turned it off? Whatever had happened, I was running late, but still had time to get ready and make my first lesson of college.
I rushed through my morning rituals, anxious not to miss one second of lecture. This was my fresh start. Even with the way Freshman Meet week had gone—the things I'd done... And had done to me... But that was history. Meet week was a one-time thing, and my humiliations had been limited to Jaxx, Cindy, and Aurora. This was college, and there were plenty of people who would never know those three. I still had a chance to fall into different groups, to separate myself from the weak, bullied persona I'd slumped into in high school. I was in too much of a rush to really consider the ways Cindy had her hooks in me... Instead, I somehow thought that I could stay Cindy's boyfriend AND stand up to her dominant, humiliating ways. I was so naive.
As I dressed, I couldn't find any pairs of men's underwear; just the panties Cindy and I had purchased the previous day. I was sure I had some more clean pairs of boxers, but in a rush and having no better options, I slipped on the first pair I grabbed; a pink thong that cupped my package tightly. As I pulled it up around my legs and tight at my waist, my penis twitched, and I ignored the confusing rush of emotions it prompted, instead rushing out the door to my first college lecture.
I barely made it in time to the class, which was a lecture in a huge hall with tan walls and black seats in rows, covered in an ugly dark red felt. Each seat had a little half folding desk at it that could be turned down to rest a book on. There were at least 200 seats, so when I clattered through the big double doors late, the sea of faces that turned made me blush deep red, and I slunk into an open seat closest to the door, wishing I could disappear.
They had prerequisite classes that every student needed to take before they could specialise, and this was one, so it was basically all freshman. I knew Cindy wasn't taking this class; we had already compared our schedules. After a bit, I realised I did recognise a few faces in the crowd. Natalie was sitting a few rows in front of me, her raven hair and ... generous endowments making her easily recognisable. She was wearing dark purple lipstick that matched her nails, her chin resting in a porcelain hand as she idly watched the lecturer. Her tattered grey shirt with faded band logo had so many holes that it highlighted more than covered her cleavage and curves, and black skin-tight leather pants with black boots completed her badass goth-chick look. She looked bored, and I hoped that she was taking this class as a prerequisite too—it would give us something in common.
Jaxx was also in the hall, sitting much farther down, lounging over two chairs in loose basketball shorts, a fraternity-branded tank top that showed off his muscles, and a baseball cap that he wore even in the class. He was surrounded by a loose circle of football players and girls far overdressed compared to his scruffy appearance, in tight dresses and attractive skirts. Jaxx was totally at ease with the imbalance, and occasionally groped or whispered something into a girl's ear, prompting giggles and mock admonishments either way.
I watched the lecture for a while, and when I looked back to Jaxx he had straightened slightly, and a tall, willowy brunette had moved to sit in the seat next to him. The desk on Jaxx's chair had been lowered, and he had his arm over the back of her seat. His head was bent into her neck, her long hair falling over his face. As I kept watching, she leaned back and closed her eyes—neither of them was paying attention to the professor's introduction. Then a moment later, it clicked as I saw her slim arm moving up and down under the desk in front of them. I rolled my eyes and tried to focus on the professor, but found I couldn't stop looking back at the two. What if someone saw them? What was going to happen when he... finished? My penis twitched uncomfortably in the tight thong. Looking around the room, I seemed to be the only one who noticed, or cared. I wondered if anyone but Jaxx would be able to get away with such behavior.
Then Jaxx looked over his shoulder and caught me gawking at him before my eyes could dart away. It was like looking at a cobra—his eyes hypnotized me and I froze, staring directly back at him, my mouth opening and closing stupidly as I grasped for my options. Jaxx simply lit me up with his signature, cocky, douche-bag smirk, and turned to whisper something to the girl who had her hand in his pants. She giggled, whispered back, and then stood up from her seat and left the hall. Jaxx waited a few moments and followed, giving me a pointed stare as he left. I tried my best to ignore all this, pretending to be listening to the professor, but my heart was racing and I could feel more blood rush to my penis as I thought about what they were about to do.
I did my best not to think about Jaxx for the rest of the lesson, and resisted the slight urge to investigate. By the end of class, as I collected a syllabus and checked my phone for my next class location, I was feeling like a normal college student. That is, until I received a text from Cindy, which caught me leaving through the big double doors at the back of the hall.
Good morning pretty slut ❤️. Panty check! Send me a cute selfie!
I grimaced and checked the clock; only 10 minutes before the next class. What would Cindy do if I asked for a short reprieve? Would she be cruel or kind today? I sighed and tapped a response.
😍 Hi Cindy... Class now 😥 Can I text u later?? 😘
I hoped my emojis would show I wasn't being dismissive, but as I looked at the message they seemed girly and pathetic. My finger hung over the screen, and just as I decided to try again, a collision from behind me knocked me to the ground hard. My phone skipped across the hallway with a loud clattering, and my bag fell from my shoulder and scattered books and papers across the floor. A shadow fell over me, and I looked up, cradling one bruised hand, to see Jaxx's cocky smile looking down at me.
"Oh shit, Sam... Sorry bro, didn't see you!" he stepped over me and walked away, trailed by a few of his entourage who laughed in his wake as he made a comment under his breath. I stared after him for a moment, then looked down at the floor and began to pick up and reorder my papers. I guess college wasn't really all that different from high school; just fewer lockers to get pushed in. Then my self pity was interrupted by a light, high pitched voice.
"That guy is such a fucking douche. Did you see him getting... That girl... Touching him? In class? Like, dude, fucking disgusting." I looked up to see Natalie grimacing down at me, my phone offered in one hand. "I couldn't catch it from bouncing around, but the screen didn't break and it seems like it's not dead." She offered me a wry smile. "It's not all bad! Unlike him, you don't have to hang out with stupid football players! Imagine THOSE conversations..."
