As Jen climbed aboard, the bus hushed. In complete silence, she walked to her usual seat. As the murmur of conversation slowly started to rise again, Jen turned to her friend Lin. "What's going on? And where's Brad? I really need to talk to him."
Lin looked at her friend with a combination of surprise and sorrow. "You haven't heard? Oh my god, why did no one tell you? Jen....Brad crashed his car last night. Real bad. We haven't heard anything from the doctors yet, except that he's stable but now but hasn't woken up."
Jen eyes went wide at Lin's words, and she sat there silently for a moment before starting to cry. "Jen, I know you and Brad were close even though your relationship has been a little rocky lately. I'm here for you if you need anything, when Brad gets better I'll go with you to visit him." The bus was once again more quiet than a library as Jen hugged Lin for support, and there were more than a few sympathetic faces in the crowd even given Jennifer's notorious attitude. Unbeknownst to any of them though, Jen was not crying for Brad. She cried with the knowledge that her vagina wasn't even with him, as she felt fingers being to rub at her.
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"A shame about that Brad guy, he was probably gonna be our starter in two after red-shirting next year. Guy was a phenomenal athlete. Now he might never play again." Ezekiel took a swig of beer as he related last night's story to his brothers. "Pretty fun guy to hang out with too, bit simple though. But you know, even with all that's happened, the most notable thing about my return to Glendale last night was this."
Jeremy looked at the twitching slit in Z's hand as they sat around in the common room. "And just HOW the fuck did you manage to get your hand on a chick's literal cunt?"
Victor butted in, "Shit, you think she can hear us?"
Ezekiel looked at Victor for a moment, his expression communicating just how idiotic his statement was. "Does this look like a god damn ear to you, Vic? The girl's not here, just her cunt. As for how it's works, how am I supposed to know? Supposedly some expensive cosmetic surgery, but I donno the details. The point is, this skank got the procedure and passes around her pussy. Mean's she don't care where it goes, long as she's havin' fun right? And since a frat could always use an easy girl, I snatched the bitch's snatch. We'll use it until we get tired of it, and we'll probably mail it back at the end of the semester or somethin'." Referring to the end of their fall semester December as he tossed Jennifer's vagina to Jeremy.
Snatching it out of the air, he began to trace his thumb around lips of the disembodied pussy, watching it contract and moisten. "Damn she's tight. Might have to reschedule that to the beginning of summer Z, she'll be way more satisfied with college dick than those tiny high-schoolers." Jeremy got up carried the squirming slit to the bathroom and locked the door. Jen had gone in one early October night from committed relationship to fraternity fuckhole.