I was finally out of my strict household, going to a large university in a bustling and hip city; I was ready to cut loose! The student's online digital billboard offered all kinds of hijinks to get up to including nude modeling, raves, drag bars, cannabis gatherings, private parties, and so much more. I had been to a couple of raves, and they were fun; hopped up on Ecstasy, I got groped, and did some groping myself. At one party I ended up getting jilled off in the restroom by a neon-haired party chick with more tattoos and piercings than I'd ever seen on one body. That's something you don't see in Podunkville where I grew up. I even kissed the girl and gave her pussy a good fingering until we both screamed in orgasm, much to the delight of some of the other ravers in the restroom. We actually received a round of applause.

I never knew the girl's name and never saw her again, but I knew I wanted more of the same. For the next two weeks, I wandered in and out of classes and along the quad in a daze, looking all around for a glimpse of that short neon haired and tattooed vixen.

I had never kissed a girl before, much less rubbed her pussy with my hand down the front of her booty shorts; it awoke so many new emotions and desires in me that I vowed to explore them further at the first chance I got. That opportunity came in the form of a small ad on the online bulletin board.