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 Now, how does a girl get started in groping?  She doesn't walk around with
a sign on her back saying "Finger me on a plane." It doesn't work that way.
It takes time, and willingness on the girl's part to accept it and get used
to it.  It is a typically submissive girl, like me, who learns to love
public groping.  It usually starts way back in high school.  In my case, it
started at age fourteen.

   I grew up in a small town near a major east coast city.  For kids in
their early teens who were curious about sex, there were a few dark corners
where they could hide and begin to explore.  You might be seen, and then
again, you might not.  At fourteen, I was pretty much as tall as I was
going to be.  I am five feet zero inches even.  And my breasts, which would
end up a c-cup, had started to fill out nicely.  I was an early bloomer
when it came to growing up, and boys noticed.

   There were two guys, my age, and we had been playmates ever since we
were tots.  The three of us knew each other pretty well.  So, the three of
us were curious about sex.  We talked, and at times we wondered what the
whole thing was all about.  But we were curious about the difference
between guys and girls.  And we began to play doctor.  Of course, in the
beginning, I was the patient.

   It all started with the three of us in one of the dark corners.  The
boys took turns feeling my breasts.  While they played, we carried on a
conversation.  I was embarrassed, but I liked it, and they liked the fact
that they could touch a girl.  Usually, about once a week, we would meet
and I would spend an hour with them.  It was just kid stuff.  The hands
went under the blouse and then under the bra.  I liked it.

   There was one night we sort of got caught.  We were in the park at the
edge of town on a Sunday night.  It was pretty quiet.  One of the guys was
feeling my breasts; the other was waiting his turn.  The guy waiting was
Jeff, and he decided that he didn't want to wait his turn.  It didn't take
him long to unbutton my jeans and slip his hand inside.  He started feeling
me over my panties.  This really shocked me, but I liked it and made no
effort to stop him.  It didn't take Jeff long to work his hand inside of my
panties.  I think the guys loved my squirming and wiggling.  They began to
switch on and off, taking turns exploring.  While this was going on, people
walked by the park and looked at us every now and then.  I think they knew
what was going on.  I was a little shocked, but I didn't care.

   Well, I was curious too.  I liked it when the guys played with me, but I
wanted to take my turn at doctor.  So I go to do a bit of playing on my
own. One of the things I thought was cool was their climaxes.  Watching
them twitch when they squirted was really neat.  The problem was that they
came after about two minutes of my play.

   So that was the beginning of my public groping experience.  Jeff, about
five months after we started, would take my virginity.  There were several
other public play experiences in high school, and I enjoyed them all.  But
there was only one other of real consequence, and it resulted in my very
first orgasm.  And I was observed.

   In high school, most girls, by their junior year, were labeled.  There
were good girls and bad girls.  Good girls didn't do anything.  Bad girls
did everything from let guys see up their skirt to going all the way.  I
was a bad girl; I let boys touch me in private places.  But it was all
bullshit.  Some of the good girls had gone all the way with their steady
boyfriends.  And some of the bad girls hadn't done anything.  So it was all
a lot of nonsense.

   Anyhow, I played the violin in the orchestra, did some dance at a local
studio, and was on the dance line with the marching band.  We did a
half-time show based on American sailing songs, and the dance line wore
sailor outfits.  But no sailor ever wore an outfit like ours.  We wore the
sailor top, but we wore short, flared skirts with tites underneath.

   Well, we were heading off to a band competition.  It was a three-hour
trip one way.  I was sitting with a guy and a bunch of us on our bus were
having a good time.  It was pleasant.  I knew on the trip home, I was going
to get groped.  I just didn't know what the grope would involve.

   Now, tites are basically the panty portion of a Danskin.  You wore
pantyhose underneath them when the weather was cold.  This night was not
cold; it was unseasonably warm.  So all I had on was my tites and outfit.
We did our show at the competition and came in second in our class.  But
there were about twenty bands competing in the three classes, so the
competition went on until close to midnight.  Then we boarded the busses
for the three-hour drive home.

   Well, I was sitting with the guy, and we were all very quiet.  We were
tired.  Now, I really didn't know this guy.  He was a sax player.  We had
talked a few times, but that was all.  So I was a bit stunned when he put
his hand on my knee.  It didn't shock me.  But I thought he was just a bit
forward.  Anyhow, he slowly began to tickle my right leg with his
fingertips.  Like I said, I was no virgin.  So I figured if he wanted to
have a little feel I would let him.

   The bus was really quiet; everyone was tired.  As we started the long
ride home, his hand drifted higher.  I was tired, but curious.  I wandered
just exactly what he had in mind.  So when his hand reached the top of my
thigh and began to gently tease around the edge of my tites, I spread my
legs a little to make it easier for him.

   Well, a chaperone took a walk down the bus and he removed his hand
quickly.  When the chaperone returned to her seat, he put his hand on my
thigh and worked it back up to the top.  I smiled at him; I was beginning
to enjoy this.

   Well, I didn't know we would have the remainder of the trip to
ourselves. I think he had guessed as much and decided to have some fun.  He
began to tease me through the fabric of my tites.

   I like this, and spread my legs some more.  It felt nice.  He tickled,
rubbed, and gently teased me.  I just closed my eyes, spread my legs some
more, and let his fingers work their magic.

   Well, I got a bit shocked when he worked his hand under the elastic of
my tites.  Like I said, I didn't have anything on underneath them.  So I
was really shocked.  I hadn't started shaving yet, but I never really had
much hair there.  And what I did have I kept pretty well trimmed.  He found
my mound, found my slit, and began to tease.

   And the teasing was heavenly!  I had spread my legs wide, closed my
eyes, and was thoroughly enjoying his wandering fingers.  Every so often he
would insert a finger or two, and I would gasp.  It was divine.

   Now, I didn't know that a couple of the other band members, both guys
and girls, were watching this little show.  The guys had basically put this
sax player up to it.  They all wanted to see how this petite dancer would
react.  Well, I was reacting like crazy.

   He kept on going, driving me wild.  Eventually, he found my pearl.  I
went nuts when he touched me there.  He kept tickling it and teasing it,
and I had to bite my hand to keep from moaning when I climaxed.  I think I
did moan a little.  I know my thighs quivered like crazy.  It was great.

   Now, the problem was that he would not stop.  He kept right on playing
even after I climaxed.  I came down from the climax, but was still pretty
tingly all over.  He kept playing and teasing, never letting up.  About
thirty minutes from home, I came a second time.

   When I got off of the bus, I could hardly walk.  But I was really happy.
Everyone, once we got off of the bus, was looking at me.  Some of the girls
were giggling, and some of the guys were grinning.  The sax player smiled,
stuck his hand up my skirt, and felt my ass.  I smiled and headed home.  I
wasn't ashamed; I was feeling all-warm from the play.

   Well, the word got around that I was a really bad girl and done all
sorts of things on the back of that bus.  All I had done was climax twice.
I really didn't care.  It was great.  If he wanted to, he could play with
me in public again.

   There were a few more gropes in high school, but only one that intrigued
me.  A teacher would smack and feel my ass on occasion.  But it never went
anywhere.  I would not have another good groping until my sophomore year in
college, which I will deal with in the next part.