My little cock leaked in my panties.I was smart in that I had a mini slip under my skirt.We found a dark spot in the yard and lie down on a lawn chair...He dry humped me and I loved it. I felt his hard cock through the thin material of my skirt and held him close to me.He pushed his hard on above my pubes. C must have thought that was my cunt. It thrilled me. It was big and stiff. I changed that night.My skirt hiked up as he humped me.I got scared afraid he wood learn my tiny panty secret. I also. Katherine? Are you in there?" "Tom, I don't think I can see you right now." Her response stunned me. I knew she would be reserved, but she had never outright rejected me like this before. "Look, Kath, I understand how you're feeling. I feel the same, trust me. But I really need to talk to you about it." "T... Tom, I can't," she replied. I could hear her voice beginning to break up on her, and she was starting to cry. "Kath, please don't get upset. It kills me to see or hear you like that.". .. I’m more at ease than I used to be. I only gagged once ... probably because I wasn’t ready. The Powers that Be don’t give a warning ... they’re just ... there.The refit was slow. It was like the newly found regime was experimenting ... freedom takes a bit of getting used to. And the ‘hard-liners’ didn’t like it much. They kept expecting and were ignored. “No” was a new and unusual word they were used to saying ... most had never heard it. It took a while for the budding recreational folks to. ’ Again that laugh. ‘You’ve changed majors?’ ‘I picked MSU for music. By the time I got here it was physics. This term I changed to math. Who knows how many more majors I can rack up in the next three years?’ Oops. Campus lore was that freshman boys don’t get to date anyone who has been here more than a year. Freshman girls get to date anybody they please. Occasionally that might include a freshman. I had established beyond any doubt not only my bona fides as a freshman but my naiveté as well..