Yes, why shouldent you?

You’re deeply contemplating whether joining such a group so quickly into your new semester is really the smartest move. But you also know that Jamal is inviting you into his inner circle, a true jackpot when it comes to meeting new people. You ask yourself, “What could go wrong?” So you say, “Sure, I’d love to,” giving him a warm smile. “It sounds interesting to see what you all talk about, get more involved and all that."

“Bet,” he replies, grinning wide, his white teeth on display as he claps his hands together. “I know the brothers will appreciate your interest, and I guarantee you’ll learn just as much from the whites as they’ll learn from you.”

His wording strikes you as a bit odd, separating his ‘homies’ from ‘the whites,’ but you chalk it up to American slang, a way of speaking you’re not quite used to yet.

You watch the satisfied look on Jamal’s face and pause, mind racing at how effortlessly he’s drawn you in, how quickly you’ve fallen under his spell. For now, though, you don’t overthink it; it’s just a club. It’ll be a great way to be more socially active and to fight for equal rights for everyone. Plus, meeting new students in a completely new place feels incredible. Jamal seems to be a natural leader, and you’re genuinely curious to see where following him might lead.

With those thoughts settled, you shift to your new morning routine. Beneath the sheets, you wriggle into underwear that’s still far too tight, cramming your ass into it before finally standing to pull on your uncomfortable jeans. For you, it’s not your bulge making things tricky, like it seems to be for Jamal, but rather your thick ass making it hard to fit into your jeans. It amazes you that this is still a problem, even after specifically buying jeans meant for your shape, but your butt just defies every pair.

“Great. Let me know when the next meeting is; I’ll be there.” You tug your shirt down, smoothing the fabric over your slightly chubby chest and torso, eager for whatever’s next.

Jamal grabs his phone, about to type furiously, then pauses and looks up. “Man, I just realized, you haven’t given me your number yet. Can’t text you details without it.” He smiles at you. Pausing before heading into the bathroom, you hand him your phone and quickly swap numbers.

He types a quick message, your phone dings, and you promptly add Jamal to your contacts before finally heading into the bathroom.

Inside, you brush your teeth, apply your face cream to keep your skin smooth, and then a different cream on your arms and hands, wanting to protect your pale skin from the sun’s bite.

While you’re occupied, Jamal starts typing out all the details you’ll need about the BSA meetings, and, at the same time, is responding to Justin about the day’s plans.

<some of the messages>

[Justin]

Jamal: Hey lil man, Trent told me you’re coming with me and Emile to buy new better fitting pants for him.

Jamal: I know how good you are at presenting your features

Justin: Oh, hello Jamal.

Justin: Yes, Trent told me!

Justin: Let’s meet at the mall around noon. Some good shops there; I buy my stuff there too.

Jamal: Good boy, knew I could rely on you

Jamal: I hope Trent told you that you’ll be paying for everything. That shit gets expensive fast, and I know you’re loaded

Justin: Yes, he was very clear on that part!

Jamal: Great, that’s what I like to hear, you’re a pretty good whitey

Jamal: I’m sure he also mentioned the BJ he promised me. I’m expecting that too

Justin: Yes, Sir…

Jamal: Good boy, I know you can’t wait to have your lips wrapped around a real big black cock!

Jamal: See you later, lil man

<...>

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[Emile]

Jamal: Hey, it’s Jamal

Jamal: We meet every Wednesday from 6 to 7 pm for the official meetings

Jamal: But we also have a lot of casual get-togethers—Fridays at 4 pm, and Sundays around 3!

Jamal: A lot of members hang out outside those times too, but that’s after you get to know everyone better

Jamal: Our next real meeting is next week Wednesday, but we’ll be meeting this Friday evening at Sarah’s place for a little welcome-back party

Jamal: I’ll fill you in when you’re finished in the bathroom!

Emile: Okay!

<...>

Jamal puts his phone aside after finishing the texts and starts getting ready for the day himself.

Outside, campus hums awake, students hurrying along brick pathways, autumn leaves drifting in dappled sunlight, the promise of a new day stretching out before you.