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I'm much like any other 18 year old girl you might meet ? ex private school, uni fresher, Papa is paying the bills, and life is generally pretty cool. I'm not spoilt, but I have been brought up to appreciate the better things in life and in the main get what I want.

Being pretty helps ? Papa falls for the sweet eyelash fluttering routine every time. I've noticed that wearing something revealing seems to help. Not that he'd ever do anything, but I catch him sneaking a look at my ass or a down blouse nipple peak ? oh and he loves me bringing my friends around or me bringing them along for a drink with him and his mates. He's a sweetie really, but he is still a man and I'm sure he is imagining slipping his hardening cock into some young piece of cunt when we tease him and them ? I really don't mind. Most of them are lovely blokes with wives who milk them for everything and never put out in return. A little thrill doesn't hurt.

Anyway, back to me (as always!!) - I'm not tall, perhaps 5'3*quot;, but I'm petite, slim and if you follow the line of the blouse or the party dress that I wear at the weekend, and catch a glimpse behind that mass of brown hair, you will see a decent rack mounted on the tiniest of frames. I'm a 32C, but on me it looks like a good D cup. I love those girls and they do me proud!

Most of my friends are super cute too. It's a bit of a cliché but we seem to attract each other and well, the ugly ones seem to enjoy each other's company too. If you could see our Facebook pages they are typical of our age, all drinking and posing, daring each other to wear the raciest of dresses and show just enough to maintain our prized 'hot' status.

It's probably true that we are self-obsessed attention seekers. If I could be bothered to think about it long enough I'd probably agree. But then that introspection ain't much fun. We are all in it for what we can get out of it and University seemed to offer the perfect opportunity to really let our hair down.

I'm not sure any of us knew why we were excited about going there. There is like this two or three year build up as you try and pick the place that is the coolest for nights out, but the reality is we just didn't know. Again, I don't think any of us could be bothered to really think about the details ? typical of the Now-generation, we would just expect it to be there when we got there.

I ended up at one of the northern city universities thanks to my distinctly average results (too much partying, not enough studying) along with a few of my pals, though on different courses. My scraping in meant my acceptance was late and I was forced to take digs with a bunch of strangers, though the room is solo and I do have an en-suite, so I'm totally self contained when I want to be.

At first I was disappointed to be away from my mates 24/7, but after a week or two I began to enjoy mixing with other folk as well and then being able to hide away when me and my liver needed to chill out for a bit. It also means I do actually do some work, though the course is so easy and I have loads of time off to nip home, do sports or whatever.

A couple of semesters in and it really is this 'whatever' that is turning out to be the surprise. When I came to university I was not totally inexperienced in sex matters. A few boyfriends had cum and gone, if you excuse the pun, but none of them had rocked my world sexually. Oh, they are good looking for sure, all muscles and stamina, but technique 3/10, engagement 2/10 and chances of them not telling their mates they have had you and what your beaver regime was, nil/10.

And so as much as you may look at us and think we must be getting loads, a girl can still get an undeserved (or deserved) reputation for being a slut/whore/slag/cum-dumpster all too easily. And you know what? It is the other girls who decide that reputation.

What is appropriate you ask? A steady boyfriend is dull, worse still if he is at home. One at home and a fuck-buddy at uni are ok, as are a couple of friends with benefits at uni. However, stray into pulling and fucking a different guy every week and the veneer of super coolness that most girls try to exhibit just melts away and you become a threat ? any guy they pull is sure to be taken by you and whether they like the guy or not, that means bitch war. Ugly.

And then there is the other side of sex ? the kinky, experimental side. Go down that road and you are labelled in a heartbeat. Share a bed with another girl and have a little 'play' and you are a screaming dyke; admit to taking it up the ass and you may as well walk the streets; anything tie and tease and well, might as well rename the room the 'dungeon'. All in all, just when we should be trying everything, what we are really discovering is society's prejudices.

And so here is where I discovered that the anonymous thing works. I have spent 6 months having lots of the best, most novel sex you can almost imagine and nobody is any the wiser.

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