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Blogs > wrMercury > Sanity of a madman

College years  

wrMercury 46M
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5/31/2011 7:39 pm
College years

When I reminisce about my college years, I cannot believe I never got laid.
As I have stated before, I was never the popular type of growing up. Even though I had people in high school I hung out with, looking back I can’t say any were friends I was close to. Only two come to mind, both of which were left behind as I moved on. The people in high school I hung out with were the general misfits that did not belong to any group, thus we migrated together.
And the idea of sex in high school was just that, an idea. At some point I knew that if I wanted to get laid I could. It just meant that I had to flirt with girls I had no interest in, and I figured it would be easy to form a relationship as they were also nerdy outcasts, but they were not what I wanted. The best I ever did was when I got some Playboys and the girl who sat next to me in French class wanted to borrow one. Years later I realized that I could have asked her out, but at the time I was very convinced that no one would ever really care for me being the outsider that I was.
In college I learned that being an outsider was not as bad as it was in high school. After I made real friends I also found out that we were all sexually frustrated to one degree or another. This became very apparent my sophomore year. One friend of mine was in a long term relationship. She eventually married the guy she had been dating in high school and they are still together today with two . This being said, my friend is a freak bursting with sexual energy.
Her high school was more like a college. It was an advanced placement school where the lived on campus like a college. Being a without a lot of parental supervision she had all kinds of stories to tell. A favorite that all the guys liked to hear was about how her roommate at that school was a lesbian, and that even though my friend never went down on the roommate, the roommate did go down on her. There were also stories of fun with markers around body parts. The one that really got interesting was the flashlight story.
My friend and some of her friends were hiking in the woods. It got late and they had to use the flashlight. Someone kept shining a flashlight at her, so she said if they didn’t stop she was going to strip down so the light wouldn’t be in her face. They kept shining the light in her face so she stripped, let her friends get a good look, and then continued on their hike.
After hearing this I would just point a flashlight at her as a joke. I never believed that story was true. Neither did a lot of people. One night there was a group of us in my room and the flashlight story came up again. So I pulled out a flashlight, turned it on, and pointed it at my friend. I was calling her bluff and she knew it. So she sighed and stripped out of everything she was wearing. She then sat talking to us like nothing was out of the ordinary. This was the first time I had seen a girl naked in person. After a few minutes she began to put her clothes back on. The dorm was cold in the winter so it was justified.
She and I never dated, but we did flirt to no end. We both knew that she loved her boyfriend. He knew it to and did not mind her flirting with everyone (both boys and girls). Out of all my friends, they are the only ones that ever admitted to having sex in a group setting once after married. The joke was that they had an orgy and I wasn’t around to take pictures. I will have to explain that in more detail later.

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