As a girl now in her sophomore year, I’m more than familiar with the rules and expectations of the college. I don’t always like some of it, but that’s just life. School isn’t constant fun and games, I know that. So yeah, sometimes I end up naked and all these boys have got their hands on me, or I’m bottomless, or nearly so, since that’s what I happen to have on that day, or got stripped or what-have-you. And, you know, I didn’t like it at first, but I got used to it. Boys will grope. It’s the touching rule. Plain and obvious: if my boobs are out, boys are feeling up that, and if my butt out, then that’s the target. Lots of other places too, like my legs, stomach, and pussy. And if they rub it a lot, well, I get wet easily so you’ve heard what happens next. Nowadays? I don’t even worry. Some boy’s prick goes up my snatch, he finishes, then I continue on my way. It’s not a bother anymore.

No really! It’s fine. I’m pretty used to it. It’s not fun, sure, but I put it up with it like any other gal. It’s the rules, after all.

Well yeah, I get you girl. I didn’t know that there were any colleges in the state that didn’t involve stripping, but if you go to one of them, the prospect of being forced to be naked in public would sound scary. Oh, but they let you be voluntarily nude outdoors? That’s cool. I guess we have that too, in a sense, haha.

Though I don’t really get it. Maybe I just don’t like sex that much? Or maybe I don’t like when it’s some random guy doing it unannounced. I see some of the other girls, they’re grabbing onto a pole or tree or a table for dear life while moaning like crazy as some boy consensually rapes them. It’s enjoyable?? Utterly bizarre to me.

It might be a matter of concentration. When I’m studying at the library, pussy out, and some boy feels me up and (obviously) gets me wet, I stand up and keep studying while he goes at it. Gotta be efficient, you know? I barely even notice anything. I just sit down after I hear grunts and he lets go. I lose track of what happened and end up dripping my creampies everywhere, sadly. But this art history exam won’t study itself.

No, no. I’m not without a libido. I’ll touch myself in my dorm, you know. I get home after a long day, strip off all my clothes, and then unwind with some quality time with Miss Vibrator. That is one thing about this college, the scenery is much better. Sure there will be some hot guys, but, oh god I’m remembering this one philosophy lecture, and, the girl in front of me? Butt naked. And she had this great aloof expression on her face. God. She was called up to the front of everyone, so we all got a great look. A bit butch, a cute piercing, and she had these adorable side bangs and beautiful small breasts. Perfection.

You get the picture. I think of some hot student I saw in class, like her, or remembering one of our social events in my dorm hall, and that really gets my engine going. I got tired of changing my sheets all the time, so I got some of those absorbent pads.

It’s just the atmosphere, surely? I’m not thinking about fucking when I’m in the library studying. My body may be “asking for it” but my mind certainly isn’t. That must be all there is to it.

Sometimes though, someone will just get you into that mood, right? Well not boys usually. Obviously it has to be possible, it’s what my body craves or whatever, but… I don’t know. So many of the boys here are utter bores. I mostly hang out with my girlfriends. No, not in that way! Just platonic friends. There are my dorm buddies, including my roommate, Cassie, this groupie that formed to do an anthropology project last year, and this girl Jessica I met at the library.

Yes? Why are you asking? I lost my clothes due to an inspection (he said my miniskirt was too long, I call BS) and so now I’m naked until my court hearing. And wasn’t I just talking about how normal the touching is to me now?

Wow, that’s pretty nice. Your fingers are really soft! Do you moisturize?

Mhmm. Yes, that feels good. Oh by the way, Cassie taught me that I really like it when you touch… yes right there. Just do little gentle circl–mmm that’s it.

Oh, the dorm “social events”? It’s one of those things girls do, y’know. I guess you don’t know our campus culture, but I’m not the only one naked in the dorm, usually. In fact on Tuesdays we’re not even allowed to wear any clothes until we get outside. Dunno why.

There are some fun ones. We will get together in a circle and tell stories, usually while masturbating. Nah, I just use my fingers. The cord isn’t long enough and the noise is too distracting anyways. Yeah, we’ll tell stories about things, and honestly sometimes I think the girls are exaggerating, but that’s part of the fun.

But we also have “yoga nights”. One of my favorite social occasions. I guess many years ago it was actually normal naked yoga, but nowadays it’s, uh, “tongue exercises”. We all get in a big circle on these exercise mats, and go mouth-to-pussy, girl-to-girl. Daisy chain! Right, I knew there was a word for it. This one is my absolute favorite, it really helps me relax after a rough week. And you know? Some girls are meh on pussy taste, but me? I love it. The scent, the texture, everything.

Y-yes, you can. Licking counts as “touching” as far as the groping rules go. So feel free to e-eat me out.

God. I wish you were one of my classmates at the college. You took off your top and I can’t even touch your boobs! Not fair.

Oh the..? Ah, you’re asking about the Code of Conduct. No, actually. It’s only “consensual rape” if it’s a boy doing it. With a penis. If it’s between girls it’s just… I don’t know, plain old fun? Ha.

Hey…mmm. I’m not totally passive! Don’t say that about me, haha. In fact, I love going up to cuties and taking advantage of my groping privileges. It’s one of my favorite things. Say there’s some adorable girl who has her pussy out, maybe by choice, maybe not, and I cannot help myself but go up to her and begin stroking her nether lips. She spreads her legs to accommodate me, as you’re supposed to, and soon I’ve got her moaning. And we’re kissing and our hands and mouths are on each other’s breasts… It feels great. She’s sopping wet, and I’m basically consensually raping her. Ravishment. Bliss.

Ooh, yes! And a couple times I had brought my strap-on and really went to town on her. And more than once she’s returned the favor and “raped” me back!

Too bad soon after some boy notices and sticks his cock inside her and spoils our fun. If I’m really unlucky he’ll stick his thing inside me too. Ugh.

What are you talking about? Wait what!?

Stop that. No. That is definitely not true. I am not a lesbian.