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.
