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Jackie has had a shitty fucking week. Professors were shitty, the deposit into her account was late, and she had missed an assignment she then had to catch up on.
Things started looking up on Friday night, when her new vibrator arrived in her dorm.
Van was in New York with Tai for the weekend, so she had their shared dorm room entirely to herself.
She was determined to recover this weekend.
Which is how she ended up on twitter, biting her lip and eyeing her new toy, pink and plastic with nine settings, as she typed some of her favourite keywords into the search.
One account kept coming up.
Large, round, pale breasts in a simple black bra that made her mouth water when Jackie searched 'boobs'.
A huge, soft, bouncy ass in a matching black thong that made her thighs clench when Jackie searched 'spanking'.
And finally, a link to an Only Fans page that Jackie slammed her thumb down on when she searched 'good girl'.
Jackie had made an Only Fans account months ago, just to see what the fuss was about, and gave up on it just as quickly, not interested enough by the generic accounts the site had offered her at first, but her phone remembers the login even if she doesn't so she follows the link to this page.
The free post makes Jackie's jaw drop. Rosy lips, a tanned and angular lower face, the end of reddish brown hair framing a a slender neck, and a red plaid shirt, unbuttoned and held loosely together over her boobs.
The caption is simple, but effective:
Want to see more? Subscribe here x
It's more than most subscriptions. More than she would want to pay for porn, ever. But she opens the picture and enlarges it, zooming in on the veins in her neck and on the backs of her hands, and decides she doesn't care about anything as stupid as money in the face of a rack like that.
Subscribing was so fucking worth it.
There's audios, videos, pictures, text posts. The woman behind the page takes requests, some free, some paid. She streams twice a month, just for her subscribers.
Jackie wants to make a list of every kink and fetish she's ever even remotely suspected she has, and offer this woman her entire college fund to go through all of them one by one.
She finds a couple of brand new ones when she scrolls a few pictures down, and sees a pink tongue flicking at the tip of an even pinker silicone cock.
It's enough to make Jackie wish she had a dick. She imagines this woman, this strange brunette whose name she doesn't even know, kneeling between her legs, the tip of Jackie's cock on her tongue, and looking up at her with Shauna's face.
Jackie's eyes slam shut, and she drops her phone.
She tries not to think of Shauna.
Of the crash, of the cabin, of the fight and the baby and the months in the wilderness where she and Shauna had stopped speaking entirely. Of their sleepovers, their first and third and hundredth kiss, how it was always meant to be the two of them, until Jeff came and it was the three of them, and the baby made it four of them, and then three again. Accepting she was in love with her best friend had come years too late, and on rescue, Shauna had gone to Brown, and Jackie had gone to Rutgers, and Jackie had made the decision to put Shauna behind her.
So she always tries not to think of Shauna.
When she opens her eyes, Shauna's face, soft and sweet with big brown eyes and dark brown hair, looking up at her pleadingly from where the tip of Jackie's cock sits on her tongue, is gone. Almost.
She returns her gaze to her phone, to the mystery woman.
Her username is EleanorBlackwood, and it can't be safe for her to put her full name on the internet like that, and Jackie thinks of leaving a comment on one of Eleanor's posts to say as much, but she decides not to draw attention to it.
Call me Ellie, one of her posts says.
Jackie likes that name.
And Ellie really likes to post audios of herself cumming.
She makes the sexiest fucking noises when she does it. High pitched whimpers and low long moans, and she describes what she's doing to herself with this breathy voice that sounds like a song as she coos, 'I'm cumming, oh god, I'm cumming for you. Just you.'
Jackie lets herself believe it as she sees pictures of Ellie's naked breasts, her soft stomach and round arse, knowing how many other people have probably finished to the same pictures.
Jackie pictures Shauna beneath her, plaid shirt spilled to the side, back arching beautifully, whispering it as she orgasms.
She only feels a little guilty as she sinks back onto her pillow, glistening vibrator dropped to the side of the bed, Ellie's audios still playing softly.
She allows herself one final video before she closes the app, and watches Ellie play with her breasts, pulling the ample flesh over the cups of her slightly-too-small, forest green bra, rolling perky pink tips between precise fingers, contrasting beautifully with the lace. She remembers, dimly, that she bought Shauna the same bra from the Victoria's Secret in Wiskayok mall just before their senior year.
The memory, of how Shauna's boobs had fit into the cups, of how she'd looked at Jackie from beneath her lashes with her bottom lip between her teeth, waiting for the verdict, of how Jackie had shamelessly groped her in the changing room and Shauna had laughed and batted her hands away, is enough to guilt Jackie into putting her phone away for the night.