Chapter 1: Horny at School

During the first semester of my sophomore year in college I was playing it pretty much by the stringent rules imposed by my Christian-based university. Students (and faculty) were required to abstain from personal misconduct, including sexual promiscuity, as well as refrain from engaging in “inappropriate” forms of entertainment including pornography and other forms of “promiscuous” behavior. The rationale was it built character and promoted unity, peace, and the general lifestyles of the community. Yeah, and I have a bridge in Brooklyn for sale but that’s another story.

While technically I didn’t HAVE to follow the Lifestyle Guidelines, as they were euphemistically named, it was made equally clear that I also didn’t HAVE to attend this particular school. It would have been rather hypocritical of me anyways to complain about the rules as I knew full well what they were when I chose the school. It’s just now and then I tend to get a bit “frustrated” living by them, to put it mildly. As anyone who knows me will testify, when I get frustrated I tend to do things that I might never even consider otherwise - not one of my better personality traits but it’s me.

To understand my frustration, realize that I’m a girl who lost her virginity when she was only fourteen and hadn’t even started high school yet. In the years since I’v had one-on-on sex with over a dozen guys and several women, including my parents, an aunt and a younger cousin (a girl). Actually, my sexual “headcount” was well over fifty guys if you included the ones who did me at parties but I don’t consider those the same as the guys I’ve been more personal with. Heck, I never even knew the names of most of the party guys! Of course, none of those numbers include blowjobs as I gave up long ago trying to keep count. What would be the point anyone? It’s not like a blowjob is sex, at least not technically or morally, at least by my definitions.

Oh, and in case you’re wondering how I know all these numbers ... I keep a detailed diary!

Given my innate love of sex, people ask me why I chose such a restrictive school with all its rigid rules which seemed to contradict my lifestyle. All I can say is as strong as the physical and psychological cravings are within me when it comes to sex, my personal convictions as a practicing Christian are even stronger. OK, I understand that there are more than a few self-righteous people who disagree with me, yet I don’t see any conflict whatsoever between my attitudes toward sex and my Christian beliefs. After all, it was God who gave me my sexual nature and so long as I use his gift in a responsible manner then I should rejoice in it and use it just as everyone should do with their own particular gifts.

One last word on the subject ... Believe it or not and contrary to popular opinion, there is more to a college education than wild parties and sex. When I was looking at schools I knew I wanted one which would provide me with a quality education to prepare me for the teaching career I’ve always dreamed of since I was a little girl. Why waste four years of your life (not to mention the cost - even if my parents were paying the bills) just to hang a piece of paper on the wall and have nothing else to show for it but some vague memories of wild orgies?

In the end I chose a school based on its outstanding teaching curriculum plus it promised to address my spiritual needs in ways no public school ever could. I DO have to admit that even though I THOUGHT that I understood that following the rules would be difficult, I really wasn’t prepared for the reality when it struck me. In the back of my mind I guess I just assumed God would provide for my sexual needs one way or another, even if it meant having to masturbate three times a day ... or more!

Well, THAT all sounded well and good when I was a naive high school senior trying to choose a college. Once I got there, though, I realized how much more difficult it was going to be to suppress my sexual needs, a LOT harder than what I’d ever anticipated. Thank goodness I was lucky enough to have Brenda as a roomie as I’m not sure I would’ve made it through my freshman year without her! The odds of getting matched up with a pretty bi girl for a roomie at a Christian university had to be astronomical - which only proves that God DOES provide for our needs, just as I’d prayed for before then.

Over time I worked things out in terms of dealing with my sexual needs with the end result being what I believed was an acceptable compromise. While at school I tried my best to behave in accordance with the rules, at least publicly (what I did with my roomie when the door was closed was another matter). Away from school I followed my own convictions and personal sense of morality that were instilled in me by my parents. As an example, take my relationship with my freshman roomie Brenda. She and I bonded from the moment we met and over time forged an intense sexual relationship. We were never “lovers”, we just enjoyed each physically and even when we were no longer roomies, we remained good friends and got together now and then for a bit of fun. We ALWAYS kept our “activities” behind our closed dorm door or away from school property which was easy since her parents lived only ten miles away from the campus.

One thing WAS exactly as I’d expected ... other than being with Brenda my sexual activities while at school were limited to masturbation, LOTS and LOTS of masturbation. Except for an encounter with Brenda’s older brother, the only real sex I had during my freshman year came when I was back home - where I made up for lost time! Thankfully my dad was more than willing to help.

It was during the second semester of my freshman year when something totally unexpected happened which would change my life forever. My cousin dared me to try chatting on-line on an adult-oriented web site called Adult Friend-Finder. This was actually more risky than it might sound as the school monitored all web activities but I quickly got hooked chatting with total strangers about sex in a totally open way. Even back home I couldn’t discuss my incestual experiences and secret fantasies with any of my friends and now all of a sudden I had the entire world to talk to about it! Once I learned to ignore the perverts and came to terms with the realization that 90% of the so-called “girls” and “couples” were actually guys pretending to be someone else, I found that it was actually quite a bit of fun.