My Freshman Year

When I left my small Montana town for a college in California, I had more than an education in mind. Or to be more precise, I had more in mind for an education than books. I'd had the stifling attention of the whole town on my back since puberty, and the knowledge that anything I did would get around pretty fast. But in California, nobody knew me, and I was free to do anything I wanted -- with anyone I wanted. I'd naively thought that would mean getting a boyfriend and then doing it like bunny rabbits, but things turned out differently. Oh there were lots of boys, all right, and they surely were friendly to a pretty blonde girl with long legs. And then there were the men, and they were even friendlier. My introduction to oral sex from the other side came on a bench outside a frat house party, and progressed to seducing one of my professors and then sex with multiple partners in his back yard! Professor Craig - and wasn't that a wild idea, ME, having sex with my professor! - knew exactly the sorts of experiences I was looking for, and neither he nor his friends had any problem providing them! I got far more of an education that year than anyone in town would ever have guessed, or that I'd ever let them know about.

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