Calculus, she thought. Fucking calculus. Sure, she was bright enough to work out the basics and was a clever enough student to generally sail through classes with a minimum of effort, but when those equations started to get longer and longer, her brain was genuinely bamboozled. There was only one thing she liked to get longer, she thought to herself with a smirk, and that was size of her boyfriend’s cock when she was sucking him off.

Her parents had insisted she stay at Saint Veronica’s, even though most of her friends - including her boyfriend, Tom - attended the local college where they had a whale of a time, fooling around in all sorts of ways. Not that the girls at Saint Veronica’s did not get up to all sorts of activities. The rich, respectable parents who sent their daughters there would have been horrified to learn that the girls of Saint Veronica’s were renowned all over town as the biggest sluts from any school or college. It was just that they had learned to behave in a particularly hypocritical fashion, hiding their exploits from their parents as part of their shared secret.

Her mother and father wanted her to do well, which Jenny agreed was fair enough, but their bizarre insistence that she was clever enough to break through in other subjects not traditionally considered suitable for females had made the past two years hell. She was smart, certainly, but she really wanted to be an artist, or an actor, or a writer. Instead, she was lumbered with subjects that bored her and, whenever possible, she goofed off with Tom to try out all sorts of different and more interesting activities.