Jack Henderson, a solid student who didn’t really read the fine print

[NOTE: Customization is enabled for the POV character, and you can change his name in the customization menu.

Also, this is the sister-story to the Tracy Sullivan storyline. By this, I mean both Jack and Tracy are attending the same school, and are the male and female participants in the program respectively. Both storylines run parallel to each other, each being told from their respective POV. They’ll be separate most of the time, but when they do cross paths, you’ll be able to read those scenes from both POVs!]

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Finally. College.

I stood outside my new dorm building, and waved goodbye to Mom and Dad for the last time in a while.

Man, it felt like high school lasted forever, and I can’t say I had the liveliest four years. All things considered, I had a pretty standard, safe career.

My name is Jack Henderson. I’m an overall average guy: 6’0 tall, brown eyes, brown hair, generally athletic build. Back in Freshman Year, I was kinda skinny, but four years of baseball left me with a decently toned body.

I was socially active enough, went to a party every now and then, but somehow never got lucky with love, let alone sex. I guess I was just too busy, between the school band, plays, and sports.

Not too much to note, but that’s all in the past now. Today is the beginning of the rest of my life. My first day of college. And the best part? I got my tuition mad cheap.

I spent the last year looking for scholarships to help save as much money as possible. My family isn’t poor or anything, but I wanted to steer clear of massive student loans. I would just go to one of those scholarship listing sites, and grind away applying to whatever I saw. I didn’t pay much attention; I figured if it turned out I wasn’t eligible for something, they just wouldn’t accept me, so what’s the point of reading all the fine print?

Thankfully, all those hours of absent-minded applying paid off a few weeks ago, when I got an email telling me my future college had accepted my application to something called the “Human Sexuality Scholarship Program.”

Huh. I think I remember seeing something like that. As I said, I didn’t look much into these things, but I remember the application mentioning the recipient would have to take some new classes or something. Probably some new hippy sex ed class. I don’t know, but it doesn’t matter to me. Either way, this blessing of a deal is taking HALF OFF MY ENTIRE TUITION! Now that’s a time to be excited, not a time to stress over little details! I’m sure they’ll give me the full briefing once I get there.

I was proven right when an email on orientation day told me I had to meet with my RA to discuss the program and how it’d be integrated into my schedule. Guess they wanted to make sure I was ready to go ASAP. Orientation Day was on a Friday, with classes starting that Monday.

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One basic, kinda boring orientation assembly later, we’re caught up to the present, and I’m standing in front of my dorm building. I head inside and hopped in the elevator. Says on my Student ID that my dorm is on Floor 5, so that’s where I go.

Heading down the halls, I see a ton of other people moving stuff into their doors, unsurprising for a college orientation day. Walking to my room down the hall, Room E-24, I bump into two jock-looking guys; both were taller than me, and absolutely BUILT. One was white, sporting a blonde buzzcut, white tank top, and gym shorts. The other was tan, had brown, short wavy hair, and was wearing a tight gym shirt and shorts.

“Woah! Whaddya think you’re doing!” shouted the blonde one, turning to me to a scowl on his face.

I jumped back for a sec, instinctually rushing to defuse the situation. “Oh shit! Sorry!” I cry.

The jock’s angry face shifted to an enthused one. “Pfft” the blonde jock chuckled, “you should see the look on your face!”

The brown-haired jock lightly punched him on the shoulder, and turned to me “Chad’s just messing with ya. Don’t worry about it.”

He stuck his hand out to me. “I’m Brad. And King Dipshit over here is Chad.”

I grabbed it in return. “I’m Jack.”

Chad regained his composure “Ah sorry about that Jack. You a frosh too?”

“Sure am,” I say in response, “photographer major.”

“Oh photography? That’s sick!” Brad says, “We’re both in Exercise & Sports Science.”

Interrupting us was the sound of boxes toppling over in Chad and Brad’s room. “Uh,” Chad says looking over, “we should probably take care of that. See you around, dawg!”

“See ya” I respond, watching them walk into their rooms.

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Now…Room E-24 should be riiiiiight…here!

I let myself in using the key I was just issued earlier this morning. On one side is a bed, desk, and dresser, and on the other side is the exact same set, almost appearing as if there was a mirror right down the middle of the room.

I’d be unsure of which bed was mine, if one didn’t already have a big duffel bag on top of it. Looks like my roommate was already here, but seems to be out at the moment. Oh well, I’ll meet him later.

I quickly drop of my stuff, putting my bin of school supplies under the other bed, and my bag of clothes on top. Might as well check if my RA is here, and get that meeting out of the way.

Checking my email, it looks like my RA lives a few rooms down in E-14, and is named Michelle Robertson. Before I know it I’m already standing outside her door.

I give it a knock.

Suddenly, I’m face to face with one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. She was 5’4, had long-black hair, and tan skin. She’s wearing a cute pair of glasses, and workout clothes (a sports bra and women’s workout shorts). They did a fantastic job at accentuating her athletic build, and her perky tits and ass. I try not to look at women this way the second I meet them, but wow, I couldn’t help but notice.

Behind her, I can catch a glimpse of what I believe to be the Colombian flag hanging up in her room. Yeah that tracks, she definitely looks Latina.

“Can I help you?” she says, looking at me a bit confused.

I snap out of my trance.

“Hey! Michelle, right? I’m Jack Henderson. I’m supposed to meet you about the scholarship?”

She perks up, realizing what’s going on.

“Oh, great! Come in come in! We’ll talk in my room!” she says stepping aside, gesturing me into her room.

“Ok!”

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I step inside and quickly notice her room to be the same size as mine. However, the furnishing indicated it was for one person, as the mirror set-up wasn’t present, and there was only one set of furniture, although slightly more elaborate than mine.

Michelle enters behind me and closes the door. “Please, make yourself comfortable! Take a seat, grab a drink from the mini-fridge, whatever ya need!”

“Oh wow, thanks,” I say, grabbing a water bottle and a chair from the side of her bed. I’ve been dying for a drink all afternoon.

Michelle remains standing as she starts talking. “I’m sure you already know most of this, but I’m just gonna run through everything for formalities sake. My name is Michelle Robinson. I’ll be your RA for as long you live in this dorm. I’m 22 years-old, and a first-year grad student in psychology.”

Wow, she gives off the friendliest vibes when she talks. “Nice to meet you.” I respond. “I couldn’t help but notice your outfit. Are you an athlete?”

Michelle smiles “Nah, I’m not on any sport team here. I did just get back from a run though. Gotta keep the blood-pumping yeah?”

Michelle takes a sip from a pink hydro flask, before turning to a paper she has.

“Says here you’re a photography major. That true?”

“Yep.”

Michelle smiles, “I love the creative types. You guys are the best. Sooooo many of my friends are in photography or film or something like that.”

She shifts to a more formal stance.

“Now, I’m sure you’re well-read on the program. So let’s just jump right into it.”

She extends her arm, as if you accept something me.

“Your clothes?” she asks

What? I’m confused by the nature of her question. Was it even a question? I guess I’ll do my best to follow along…

“Um,” I begin, “they’re in my room in a big duffel bag.”

Michelle’s face shifts to one of confusion. She looks equally perplexed at my response as I was to her question.

“I meant the ones you’re wearing.” she shoots back.

Ok, now I’m even more lost. I look down at my outfit. It’s just a standard college t-shirt and jeans. What’s wrong with them?

“Um, what about them?”

Michelle puts her hands on her hips.

“I mean, it’s time for you to enter the Human Sexuality Scholarship Program. Now come on. Strip naked and gimme those clothes!”

D-did I just hear her right? What the fuck is she talking about. I can barely muster words as I just look at her in shock and confusion for asking something like that.

“W-what?” I manage to spit out.

Michelle goes from confused to almost concerned. “Wait, you…you don’t know? But you signed up for the scholarship, and agreed to the terms and everything when you accepted it. You do know what this program entails right?”

Suddenly I got the feeling my college experience would be very very different than I was imagining until now. I guess I’ll see where this goes and what the hell she’s talking about.”

“I… may have…skimmed the details…”

She’s shocked. “You didn’t even read the handbook pdf!?!?”

Uh oh.

“No I didn’t. But just, tell me, what’s this about stripping naked?”

Michelle deeply exhaled, as if she was about to deliver some major news.

“Alright hold on.” she says.

She crouches down and reaches into a drawer by her desk, and pulls out a brochure.

Only half-looking at me, clearly nervous, she reaches up from the ground and hands it to me..