"I had the good fortune of being taught the art of pleasure by an older woman. He told me that you knew a lot and explained it well. He was also amazed by the ignorance that people have about sex. "So, I guess Danny told you about the sex lecture. I followed her downstairs to the main lounge. To my surprise, Sally was also there getting some fruit. When I returned from class, I went into the cafeteria to get an apple and a bottle of soda. ![]() I wondered how she knew about the talk and why she cared. If you want to discuss this later, I'll be back at 4:30." I chuckled and ran off to class. It wasn't that I knew so much is that these kids knew so little. "I heard that you held quite a lecture the other night." I was getting ready to head off for class when she dropped this bomb. The conversation ran like that for a while. So I guess we'll see a lot of each other in the quiet place." I have an exhibit at the end of the week. I have my radio show and my interns job at KYW. "Hey Ray, so what are you going to do when the campus closes for winter break?" Her peasant blouse only improved the view of her braless breasts each time we moved. Her long blonde hair accentuated what are known as 'blow job lips'. I liked her a lot and while I wanted to get into her pants, it was merely daydreaming on my part. She was a very pretty and curvaceous girl and she had a sexy sense of humor. She was a year ahead of me and I knew she was dating a Resident Assistant. A lot of guys went to bed that night a whole lot smarter.Ī couple of days later, I was having lunch in the cafeteria when Sally asked if she could join me. Myself and several upperclassmen lectured them and answered their questions that night about such topics as what and where is a clitoris? do they pee and fuck from the same hole? and other really simple stuff. It was discovered that many of my fellow students had no idea about the female anatomy. I recall one late night discussion about sex. Needless, to say, there was a lot of curiosity and speculation about these two. ![]() There were two men on the floor who were gay but, again, this information was not publicly discussed. This kind of ribbing and teasing was a normal daily occurrence. If two guys got up to leave, they were obviously going to suck each other off. If a guy would get up to go to his room, he might be vocally accused of going to jerk off. Talk usually turned to sex and put-downs about subjects like masturbation and homosexuality abounded. On my floor, much time was spent playing cards or Risk and smoking dope. We would meet in the lobby or the cafeteria. ![]() There were strict rules about no women allowed on men's floors and vice verse. Each odd floor had a large social area and each even floor had a balcony overlooking the social area. Men and women alternated every two floors. My dorm, for instance, was a twelve-story high rise in the middle of Philadelphia. This memory took place a long time ago and our mores have changed so much that the story might be alien to some but back in a 1967 freshman dorm, it was not so easy to get men and women together for open sex discussions.
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