I think that was (and still is) the thrill of maybe being caught in a very compromising act. Later in life, while being ‘dressed’, it was even mor... of a thrill!The first time camping with two ‘friends’ was one that will always be a very good memory for me. A long weekend in summer with more than enough cock to make any cock slut happy as hell! My first ‘3 some’…The only thing that was a little ‘touchy’ about this first time was that; though both of them had been fucking me, neither of them knew. He ordered the girl, “What are you doing? You might hurt our customer. Remove all the buttons and do it freely.” the girl looked at me and I lightly nodded as if giving my consent. She quickly opened all the buttons, and there I was, standing with just a bra with an open shirt, showing of my body to two men. This was seriously turning me on. She put the tape over my bra and took the measurement. Then she put it just under my breasts and gave the measurement. Next she came down to my waist and. It was a banquet.The price I paid for this amazing experience, was that some people, usually people who I didn't care about anyway, were calling me a "slut". That was supposed to make me feel bad and to be honest, sometimes, it did. I got left out of some high school stuff. Things like theater, that I wanted to do, that I already could do. Nobody likes to be insulted and shamed in front of others. For the delight I was getting out of this evening, though, I thought it was a pretty good. But those were minor disappointments. The big disappointments were her breasts. Maybe that is not the way to say that. The biggest disappointments of puberty were what didn’t show up. Her best friend starting high school grew B cups before they finished the first year. She grew nothing at all. By the time she was a junior she wore a t-shirt or camisole under her blouse but she still had no need for a bra, and she was hurt and upset about it. Her Mother had C cups. Petra had never met any other.