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Anything Goes
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Straight Female / 28
My First Sexmester At College
I grew up in a small town in deep east Texas. School, Church, Family. My upbringing was over protective and off to college forced my mother to have the talk with me. Don't talk to buys from the big city, they don't respect girls. Remember the most important g*ft for my husband was my chastity. Just in case, and not even a remote suggestion, a box of Trojan condoms.
As soon as I was settled in my dorm room and I had met my roommate I went to the Commons to find and settle on a Church to go to. I looked into the clubs and signed up for the Senior Reading which I volunteered for in my home town. I saw but did not pay attention to an invitation by the Fraternities to a welcome mixer for incoming freshman girls.
My roommate also saw that and told me she was told by her older sister that the Fraternity rats used any excuse to attract fresh 'pussy'. We both agreed we would not go.
Friday came around fast, and we agreed to go to the mixer, on the condition we stayed together. I met Joel, a Senior. I woke up in his room, no longer a virgin. Not a virgin in any hole. Joel was nice and he took it upon himself to break me in and train me. I was his standby, if he didn't get a date with a more experienced girl. Or midweek when he needed 'relief'.
My first trip back home I told my mother I had a boyfriend, but I kept from her that he had punched my three holes, and I still had my unopened box of Trojans.
When the semester was over Joel let me know I had passed, but needed more experience. I needed to work on being more available, not waiting until he called, if I wanted to consider myself girlfriend material.
As soon as I was settled in my dorm room and I had met my roommate I went to the Commons to find and settle on a Church to go to. I looked into the clubs and signed up for the Senior Reading which I volunteered for in my home town. I saw but did not pay attention to an invitation by the Fraternities to a welcome mixer for incoming freshman girls.
My roommate also saw that and told me she was told by her older sister that the Fraternity rats used any excuse to attract fresh 'pussy'. We both agreed we would not go.
Friday came around fast, and we agreed to go to the mixer, on the condition we stayed together. I met Joel, a Senior. I woke up in his room, no longer a virgin. Not a virgin in any hole. Joel was nice and he took it upon himself to break me in and train me. I was his standby, if he didn't get a date with a more experienced girl. Or midweek when he needed 'relief'.
My first trip back home I told my mother I had a boyfriend, but I kept from her that he had punched my three holes, and I still had my unopened box of Trojans.
When the semester was over Joel let me know I had passed, but needed more experience. I needed to work on being more available, not waiting until he called, if I wanted to consider myself girlfriend material.
