Little Jenny Jerkoff

The students had already taken their places at their desks and were sitting in a quiet and orderly manner as their tutor walked into the room.

She was so glad she'd managed to land a job working with young adults rather than children. Better still, it was at one of the very few all girls colleges left in the UK, and at the prestigious Cambridge University, no less. It had taken a hell of a lot of hard work to get to where she was, but it had surely been worth it. Teaching had always been her dream, but kids? Kids could be extremely cruel, and little boys in particular had the potential to be nasty little shits. She knew that all too well from first hand experience. So she'd basically managed to land her perfect role here.

"Professor Hodges!" A girl had raised her hand in the front row.

"I'm not actually a Professor, Suzanne. It's fine for you to call me Jennifer"

"Oh, okay Jennifer. I'm afraid I have to apologise profusely to you but I was dragged into something of a family emergency at the weekend and I think I'm going to be a little late with my coursework. Is there any possibility of an extension?"

"Of course. Take another forty eight hours. And I hope everything is okay with your family now"

"Thanks Jennifer" Suzanne beamed with visible relief "You rock!"

The tutor smiled almost wryly to herself. At least her students seemed to like her. It was just a shame she couldn't count them as part of her practically non-existent social circle. The problems had begun during her childhood. Her parents had moved her away from the small rural town she had, mostly happily, been growing up in and taken her to the city due to the relentless bullying she'd suffered at the hands of one particular neighbourhood brat. She then arrived part way through the academic year at a school where cliques had already been formed and she was stuck as something of an outsider. Jennifer wasn't bitter about that - in many ways it had been the making of her. Free of any kind of social distractions she had thrown herself into her studies and earned herself a place and one of the worlds greatest universities, where she now taught. It was a job she loved and felt very grateful to have.

What Jennifer wasn't so appreciative of was the state of her love life. As a conventionally pretty blonde, getting guys had never been a problem. Holding onto them was the issue. It seemed like most men were put off by the idea of dating a girl who they felt intellectually inferior to, and Jenny's job meant that was almost a given. They still seemed to very much like the idea of fucking her, perhaps being a Cambridge academic made her even more of a trophy in that regard. But that was about as far as her relationships tended to go.

Also, even though she was by now pushing thirty, Jenny was almost living like one of her students. The prestige of her vocation wasn't matched by it's wages and, during a seemingly never ending cost of living crisis, she had to count herself lucky to be living at a reduced rate practically on campus. Sure, her lodgings were technically designated to a staff only area, but to all intents and purposes she was living with hundreds of eighteen and nineteen year old girls.

So, all in all, life wasn't bad. But there was definite room for improvement.

When she settled down, alone, in her room that evening, Jenny opened her laptop and began to scroll through her emails. There were dozens, as usual, almost all from her students. But one instantly stuck out to her like a sore thumb. It was from Jake Lester. That was the exact same name of the horrible little fucker who used to torment her as a child, and claim whatever he did was the work of his imaginary friend, Bash. It couldn't be, could it? Her hand was suddenly trembling as she struggled not to recall the decades old repressed trauma, but Jenny nonetheless couldn't help but open it.

It did indeed come from the man she dreaded the most.

Hi Jenny

I hope all is well with you. I realise that it's been a long time, and also that I'm probably the last person you hoped to hear from. I want to say up front that I deeply regret and unreservedly apologise for the way I tormented you back when we were kids. You may remember that I used to attempt to blame my actions on my imaginary friend 'Bash'. However, the truth is that was just me being a pussy ass little snitch bitch. My actions were all entirely my own and I take full responsibility for them. I hope you can forgive me, and would truly welcome the opportunity for us to meet face to face so I can apologise in person.

All the best with everything.

Jake

Jennifer remained frozen in disbelief for a good while after reading the message. How the fuck was she supposed to respond to that?

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"You did what?!" Jake asked Bash in dismay as he checked his inbox.

"I tracked Little Jenny Jerkoff down and took the liberty of emailing her on your behalf. You don't have to thank me buddy, I did it purely out of love."

"She's fucking replied!" Jake panicked "God, I really don't think I can bring myself to read it!"

"Well, that's no problem!" Bash told his friend as he walked over and helpfully clicked the button on the mouse "I can do that for you!"

Dear Jake

Thank you for reaching out after all this time, I genuinely appreciate it. Of course I accept your apology, and all is forgiven. I'm also glad to hear you are now accepting full responsibility for your actions - though I suppose the odds of you still blaming your behaviour on some imaginary friend at this point of your life were always going to be fairly slim! What happened to me as a child has made me a much stronger person as an adult, so in a way I have much to thank you for. But the past is the past, and in that spirit I hope you understand that I see no benefit in us meeting again.

I wish you well in all your endeavours.

Jennifer

"Okay, well I guess that draws a line under it" Jake concluded, with a sigh of relief at how surprisingly pleasant that response had been.

"What? Are you kidding me? Did you not get the subtext at all?"

"What subtext?" Jake asked nervously.

"Reading between the lines, what came across loud and clear was that she'd love to see you again but that she wants you to make the first move and surprise her!"

"No, Bash!"

"So I say, we give her exactly what she wants. And then we fuck with her!"

"I said 'no'!"

"C'mon Jakey! Did you know she lives in a dormitory full of hot, stuck up eighteen year old girls now? Some of them are probably virgins! Just think of all the fun filled adventures we could have!"

"Just drop it already!"

"Jakey? Do you want your sister to be boring again or not?..."