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 Well, I went off to college, and college was a nice airplane ride from
home. It was a nice two-hour ride.  I settled in, got into my courses, made
my adjustments, and became the typical college coed.  I worked hard and
played hard.

   Sex my freshman year didn't amount to a whole lot.  I masturbated a few
times, using my fingers.  I also dated two guys, on during fall term and
one in spring term.  I had sex with the both of them, though not at the
same time.  Neither of the two were really very good; they were too
inexperienced.  The one I dated in the spring, though, did have a way with
his tongue.

   Well, my freshman year came and went, and I came home for the summer. 
Nothing exciting there.  I went back in the fall, and messed around a bit
with the lesbian thing.  The girl who was my lover was a grad student, and
she was most definitely dominant.  She would have me crawling the walls and
begging for release.  It was fun, but I knew it wouldn't last.  I liked
guys, and she didn't, and she didn't approve of my liking guys.

   I decided to stay at school over the summer.  I had a job lined up, a
place to stay, and I could take a course.  That spring and summer I would
get groped about five or six times, but one would be exceptional, and some
of the others would be very, very exciting.

   I first started dating a guy near the beginning of spring term.  He was
a grad student, nice looking, a little fat, and pretty good in bed.  He
knew his way around a girl with no problems.  He also liked public gropes.
Not long, crazy gropes, but simple playing and teasing.

   It was nothing for him to pinch one of my nips in public or even cup my
mound.  He had a way of catching me off guard when he did it, and usually
squeaked and jumped a bit.  He liked that, and I liked the touch.  At the
movies, he would usually play with my breasts, although he never went under
my blouse.  It was always over my blouse or t-shirt.  Once again, I had no
complaints.

   In a restaurant or in his car, his hand would wander under my skirt. 
Usually it was just some thigh tickling (I have ticklish thighs) and then a
bit of teasing on my mound over the panties.  It was fun, I enjoyed it, and
he liked my reactions.  Like I said, he knew how to catch me off guard.

   Well, the term ended, I moved to my teeny tiny apartment, and flew home
to spend a few days with Mom and Dad before returning for my summer course
and job.  I got settled in and continued dating my guy.

   Well, about mid-summer, just after Fourth of July, I had finished my
class (it was in the morning) and he took me to lunch.  It was nice.  We
had lunch, and then went to a nearby park to relax.  Now, I was in a jean
miniskirt and t-shirt.  We were lying on the grass, and I was trying to be
careful.  That didn't last long.

   My boyfriend, whom I will call Bill, decided he wanted to play a bit. 
Now, the park was not crowded, but there were a few people there.  Bill
began to play with my breasts, and it wasn't long before his hand was up my
blouse and teasing me underneath my bra.  I was giggling, and asked him if
this was really necessary.  His response was to give my nips very hard
pinches and twists, which I liked, and told me to enjoy.  So I did.

   Anyhow, this went on for a while.  Then his hand moved under my skirt.
Now, my skirt had ridden up pretty high, because he had been tugging on my
nipples and making me wiggle and squirm.  So there was a lot of open skin
on my legs.  He tickled my thighs a bit, and then went right to work over
my mound.

   Now, I was squirming, and really starting to lose touch with reality. 
When he slipped his hand under my panties, my skirt was over my hips and my
t-shirt was above my breasts.  Bill went to work on me big time.

   One hand was busy on my breasts and nipples.  An occasional pinch or tug
made sure I was in the right position.  The other hand was, well, slowly
driving me out of my mind.  And I was going crazy, no doubt of that.

   Bill teased and played, and even included a few pinches on my pearl.  He
made me wait a bit to cum when I was close, and then he finally allowed me
to climax.  It was unbelievably intense!  I was pretty sure I squirted for
the first time.

   Well, I came back to normal from my orgasm, sat up, and fixed my
clothes. I looked around, and three guys were sitting on the grass.  They
just applauded.  I was embarrassed, but had loved every minute of it!  I
smiled at them, and then hugged Bill.

   Afterwards, we went back to my place.  And I made Bill squirm for quite
a long time.