This is a story loosely based on my experiences in college. Loose enough that this could be called fiction. Obviously names and dates have been changed. All character's mentioned in sexual references are 18 years of age or older. I hope you love my characters. Enjoy!
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Ash was enjoying her photography class. After her photos received low marks, she'd enlisted the help of her roommate Tiana.
Tiana, who was also in Ash's photography class, was a black girl with long hair, plump tits, a curvy waist and no booty at all. The two were paired by a computer due to their matching photography majors.
Tiana and Ash spent an afternoon together taking pictures of students and Ash had taken Cheyenne's advice to heart. She found it much more interesting snapping photos with the help of someone else's perspective.
"Why you taking pictures of
that
girl," Tiana asked, after Ash snapped several pics of a girl leaving the recreation center. "Her outfit tacky as hell."
"Uh.." Ash stuttered. "I mean...Cheyenne said take pics of students on campus. What else are we supposed to do?"
"Are you building a portfolio for ugly-ass tights? Delete those pictures. You wasting film."
"We don't use film," Ash giggled.
"You know what I mean," Tiana laughed. "Now here we go!"
Ash looked up and spotted a group of guys coming out of the gym. Tall ones, short ones. Some were chubby and some were shirtless. They had clearly just finished a game of basketball.
Ash followed her roommate, as Tiana swiftly approached the group students.
"Hey guys," Tiana said, batting her pretty eyes and flashing her wide-beautiful smile. "Me and my girl here taking some pictures for class. Y'all wanna help us out?"
The guys all eagerly nodded and offered assistance. Ash and Tiana spent the next ten minutes directing the students for their photos. At Tiana and Ash's urging, each of the boys entered and exited the rec center at least five times each.
"Thanks guys," Tiana waved, once the two girls were satisfied with their shots.
"Well that was easy," Ash chuckled, as they walked off.
"Oh yeah," Tiana said. "Guys'll do anything if you smile at them."
When everyone presented their second round of campus life photos, Cheyenne had praised Tiana and Ash's work in front of the entire class. Ash was surprised given that last week Cheyenne had called her pictures boring.
After the class presentations, Cheyenne said that they'd have their next two lessons off as she'd secured a visit to South America to take photos in the rain forest. Ash was in awe of Cheyenne's life.
After class, Ash stayed behind and asked Cheyenne about her trip. She couldn't believe how a 30-year-old was teaching a college course and getting paid to take trips around the world.
"Ohhh...I've paid my dues," Cheyenne explained. She finished packing up her notes and sat back in her teacher's chair. "After I graduated. I took on every job I could. I traveled all around Indiana in my little bug and I said 'yes' to every opportunity."
Ash could see the passion in Cheyenne's grey eyes, as she sat back talking about her travels.
"When you're young and dumb, a female and quite frankly....
as hot as I was
," she said with a smirk and shrug. "You will get a fair share of offers. They just won't be ideal."
"Oh....uh....What do you mean?" Ash asked.
"Well....take me for example," Cheyenne said, her round boobs straining against her blouse, as she put her hands behind her head and leaned back. "Every job I took involved me traveling to Bumfuck, Indiana, just to take a part-time gig at some all-male, all-white newspaper.
"It was never salary. It was never full-time. But it padded my portfolio and made the point that I was willing to do anything to get the shot I wanted," Cheyenne said, her eyes glowing.
"Oh so basically....It's a man's world," Ash said, smiling back at her professor. "And we get screwed."
"In more ways than one," Cheyenne said, laughing along with her student. "But it finally paid off when I got hired by Heather Stockdale. She ran a travel magazine in Indianapolis."
"Oh and that helped?" Ash asked. "Just having a woman for an editor made that much of the difference?"
"Well, I mean....you can't really put how many times your boss has 'accidentally' grabbed your ass on a resume," Cheyenne said. "Especially when you need a reference from that same boss. But another women could look at where I've been and understand what dedication looks like.
"My work of course, spoke for itself," Cheyenne finished checking her watch. She stood gathering her things. "I've got to run."
Once she got her bag on her shoulder she paused and smiled at Cheyenne.
"Great talking to you as always Ash. I love your enthusiasm for photography. You definitely remind me of me."
Ash beamed as Cheyenne put her hand on her shoulder before they strolled out together.
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Jayson and Kaci were leaving the crowded lecture hall. Jayson's head was spinning. He was more than confused about what he had just learned, or lack thereof. Kaci could tell.
"What's wrong?" Kaci asked. She was in a brown miniskirt and a white sleeveless t-shirt.
"Man, I don't think I'm ever going to understand this class," Jayson said, as they followed the crowd out of the building.
"What aren't you understanding?"
"Any of it!" he exclaimed, as they trekked toward the dorms. "Behavioral Psychology is soooo confusing. 'Is it A. a problem with the brain? B. a problem with your mind? or C. a problem with your thoughts?' I'm looking for 'all of the above,' because it sounds like the same fucking problem."
Kaci laughed at Jayson's frustration.
"You just need to stop thinking so much," Kaci said. "Shouldn't be too hard for you, considering."
"It's Psychology! It's all thinking!"
Kaci was still chuckling, as they passed the Campus Center. Her blonde hair was cascading around her face as she walked. She seemed to shine in the bright sunlight.
"What's your major again?" she asked him.
"Marketing and Advertising," Jayson said.
"Oh....you'll need to know psych for that," Kaci said. "You gotta connect with people."
"Oh, I understand why I need psychology classes," Jayson said. "I just know I'm not going to be good at that part of the job. You tell me who and how to sell to somebody, and I'll get the job done. But understanding why; that's a job for someone else."
Kaci shook her head, as she headed down the path toward Governor's Hall. Jayson followed behind, eyeing her long legs as she walked down the slight hill. She raised her eyebrows, when she saw Jayson following her.
"Um...Where are you going?" Kaci asked him.
"Oh you know. I just wanna walk you to the dorm," he said. "Make sure none of those womanizers bother you."
