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**PART ONE:** *The Draw*
**Chapter Four.** *’Jennifer’s Idea of a Game’*
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Usually included something overtly sexual, or at the very least, simply *taboo*. That’s just how it was with her.
Jennifer was a dyed-in-the-wool deviant — a genuine pervert, in fact — and it seemed to be her goal in life to corrupt everyone around her, starting with her closest friends. That was the first impression Kathleen had of her dorm-mate when they’d met in university, anyway.
Well, *actually…*
…Kathleen’s *very first* impression of Jennifer had been stumbling upon her, bent over behind a bush on the orientation day of their freshman year, with a man’s cock wedged sideways in her mouth, poking through her cheek like a lollipop. The guy hadn’t noticed that they’d been caught. Jennifer had. She merely smiled back at Kathleen from the grass, drooling spit and cum onto the man’s jeans.
*What am I seeing?,* she asked herself. Kathleen nearly dropped the heavy boxes she was carrying in surprise. It took her a few seconds to manage the impossible task of tearing her eyes away, then she sped off toward the university, no longer noticing the weight of the boxes on her arms, which had felt unbearable only a minute ago.
By the time Kathleen had found her dorm, she was still in a queasy state of shock. That was the first time she’d ever witnessed anything like that — Hell, she hadn’t even *seen* a cock before. The image seemed imprinted onto her retinas; slowly, it felt as if the filth of it was soaking into her brain. *Who does that!? –Just outside, where anyone could see!? –WHY!?*
While she had been stumbling through corridors packed full of students, utterly lost, Kathleen grappled with whether or not she should tell her fiancé about what she’d seen. Now that she was standing in her dorm, Kathleen decided it was best not to, for reasons she couldn’t fully justify or articulate. *He’d worry about me too much,* she concluded.
Kathleen reached her sleeping quarters, finally dropped her heavy boxes onto the floor, then heard a set of high-heels approaching from behind: *Click, klick; Click, Klick; Click, Klick.*
“Hello”, a girl behind exclaimed. Her voice sounded bubbly, like champagne. It was all-together intoxicating in a way that seemed inexpressible. When Kathleen turned around, she felt as if she could have fainted right there on the spot. “We’re going to be roomies”, the girl continued. “My name’s Jennifer.”
“…I’m Kathleen.”
“Cool. That was *you* before, yeah?”
Kathleen nodded, unsure of what to say.
“Thought so. I’m going to call you *Kathy.* Does that work, Kathy?”
Kathleen nodded again. “Uhm– *yeah,* sure.”
“What’s with the engagement ring?”
Kathleen swallowed, feeling her cheeks flush. “I’m engaged.”
“Oh, yeah?” Jennifer smiled, sarcastically.
“Yes. He’s name is D–”
“–Congratulations”, Jennifer interrupted. “I hope it lasts Freshman year. It’ll be *cute,* for a while.” Jennifer paused, then asked: “Is he a good fuck, at least?”
“Yeah– I mean, I’m pretty sure. We’re waiting to, y’know, *find out*. Like, after we graduate and have our wedding night.”
“You’re definitely cute; but kinda sad in a way, too. Like seeing a Monarch butterfly and remembering it’s lifespan is, like, what, five minutes long? …Or, just *maybe–*” Jennifer leaned forward, nearly pressing her nose against Kathleen’s. “–I’ll show you how to keep a secret. Starting with our little ‘incident’ before…”
Kathleen nodded. “I’m not going to tell any–”
Jennifer smiled. “–Good.” Then, she stepped past Kathleen and collapsed backward onto the bed beside the heavy boxes.
“This bed’s mine”, Jennifer announced. “The *feng shui* is better for doggy-style. I can watch myself take it in that mirror there.”
Kathleen didn’t know what to say. *She thinks she’s going to have… here, where I sleep, too? –Is she really crazy!?*
“Is that okay with you, Kathy?”
“Yeah, sure. You got that one and I’ll take the other one.”
“Oh, and speaking of–“, Jennifer continued, now coiling herself on the bed mischievously, a little like a snake. “–that Senior I was sucking off is coming over tonight. He’s got a girlfriend, so I need you to practice your *secret keeping*. If you don’t want a repeat of earlier today, then you should find somewhere to go for an hour — *maybe* two. You look like the type that would feel at home in the library… Familiarize yourself, and take your time.”
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