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After the session with her friends, and Pat’s effort in helping me learn about how to give her pleasure, I wanted more of the same. I was worried about my reputation, and a little guilty, but I yearned for more. But, fearing rejection, I was too reticent to raise the subject with her, and on the increasingly rare times we were meeting, she was more interested in telling me what she was going through in her bikie circle. I was at Uni, often fantasizing, but gradually concentrating more on my studies. Eventually, I saw her no more. She was affable, but clearly not interested in me any more.At the end of my first University year, my experience level had not advanced sexually, but my growth spurt had begun, along with some pimples. These little spoilers offset any lessening of my inferiority complex achieved Escort Gölbaşı by growing, eventually to a full six feet. The pimples did not last long, with the proper care and attention, so I entered my second year in reasonable spirits.This year coincided with the craze of the “hambone” and streaking. The hambone consisted of taking off one’s clothes at parties, the hotel, the beach or elsewhere, to the encouragement of the audience shouting “get yer gear off”. Streaking was a group jog around the campus without clothes. It was a guys-only enterprise, but most girls our age provided part of the encouragement and appreciation. I was made for exactly this sort of activity, and became a vigorous practitioner. Academic success, sporting prowess, my new body and my excellence Keçiören escort at this new fad, lifted my self-confidence, but by the time I finished Uni, I was still a virgin, and had not progressed any further in sexual accomplishment than Pat had allowed me.A year at Teaching College followed. Discipline was applied almost as much as it had been at school. We could not permit behaviour of tomorrow’s teachers to sink to the low levels of deviates who practiced streaking, let alone hamboning. So even this pastime was now lost to me. Fortunately, a quite pleasant girl, call her Gwen, thought she recognised me from Uni, although we had never shared a class, and due to my escapades there, thought I might be interested in being the male stripper at an up-coming “hens'” Kızılay escort bayan night. Her best friend was to marry a couple of weeks before Christmas, and, as the guys were having a “bucks'” night for the groom, it was only fair that the girls reciprocate.This on again, off again, event finally took place, after Gwen finally convinced her mother that the sky would not fall in if the girls had a bit of fun. But mother laid down the rules as soon as I arrived. Dance and strip to one recording, finish with back to audience, drop the undies, and definitely no full frontal. I slipped up a bit, dropping the undies a bit too early, forgetting there was a coda. Some of the audience, not to be denied a better view, had moved up along the side walls, and were rewarded with the verboten view, if only for twenty or so seconds. The rest of the audience had to wait only a little longer because I obviously had to turn around to collect my clothes and leave the room.In the front room, I sat on the edge of the bed, disappointed that my performance had been truncated, and expecting a tirade from the mother.

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