Only a few weeks had passed since that first party, but already the changes in Jessica were evident. She acted and dressed more confidently, showing off her slender legs and 32c chest. She put more time into her hair and her makeup, and she definitely received more attention in return.
Some other changes were less obvious. She was partying more than she ever had, drinking three or four nights a week. She'd had all sorts of new experiences... her first kegstand, her first time drinking until she puked, her first time blacking out. She'd even taken a few hits from a joint, and though she hadn't loved it she was proud of herself for overcoming her initial fears.
She'd started shaving her pussy, something her boyfriend had always asked for but she'd seen no need to do. It was a hassle, and why bother if only he was going to see it? But now it seemed reasonable - guys liked it better shaved, her roommate told her, and she liked that they liked it. Whether it was her work with the razor or not, the college guys definitely approved of Jessica's pussy. She was blessed with the natural tightness that comes from being 5'3 and 95lbs, and it seemed as though every time she fucked she was wetter, each lucky cock sliding in more easily than the one before.
Jessica wasn't sure if her total was seven or eight now, though she thought it was probably eight. She'd been a bit sore after her blackout, and while there weren't any obvious signs that she'd been fucked, it was possible that he'd worn a condom. In any case, she considered, it was significantly more than the just one she'd been with a few months previously.
Her mouth, if it was possible, was even more popular than her pussy. Certainly it had seen more action. Jessica thought herself a pretty good cocksucker, all things considered, and she'd been practicing on-and-off on her boyfriend all through high school. In truth, what her technique lacked in polish she made up for in willingness. She found herself on her knees almost every time she partied now, and guys were beginning to seek out her favors. "As long as my reputation goes no further than this campus," she thought.
She'd even found out the name of the guy she'd fucked her first night, Grant. They'd hooked up a few more times before he confronted her about other guys she'd been seen with. Jessica already had a boyfriend, and she certainly didn't need another one. It was bad enough that it seemed every conversation with her boyfriend had turned into an interrogation as to what she was doing and where she was.
So that was the end of things with Grant, and after that the only guy Jessica saw regularly was an athlete that lived on the floor above her in her dorm. He had someone at home too, but was happy to let Jessica suck his dick from time to time without caring about her extracurricular activities. She knew she was being used by him - he never did anything to get her off and often just texted her or knocked on her door when he was drunk and needing head. It didn't bother her deeply though; he was very cute, and popular, and had a nice-sized dick that was easy to suck. He was nice enough too, she appreciated that he didn't pull her head down as hard or as far as some of the guys she'd been with of late. Most of all, however, she liked being wanted, and that made it fun.
Her roommate Sarah had encouraged her in her transformation, and the two had become close friends. They joked that while Sarah had started off as the bad influence, Jessica was quickly catching up. Certainly Jessica had gone from reluctantly agreeing to go out to dragging Sarah to all sorts of social events. In fact the two were rarely apart, except when a flower drawn on their door's white board advertised that one of them was "occupying" the room and that the other should find someplace else to sleep that night.
There was no flower on the door when Jessica got back to her room after dinner that night, so she let herself in. Sarah was sprawled on her bed, playing on her phone.
"Hey," said Jessica.
