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.
