It was a few years ago, and I had found myself as a first year student at a respectable NSW Agricultural college, funnily enough, studying a bachelor of Arts. The College had amalgamated with another University, and this was the first year the Colleges were offering non-Agricultural degrees. The campus was consumed with rangy, rugged country boys, and I have to admit that the sight of a young, fit man in a tight pair of moleskin pants made my 19 year old pussy quiver. Although I wasn’t a virgin, I was what you could call naïve. Being away from my family home for the first time, I was relishing the new feelings of independence, and living just off campus with some other students meant I had a place where I didn’t have to fear my parents disapproval.
The first week of Uni flashed by quickly, with lots of hazing involving alcohol, dares and fun activities centred around getting to know the student body. And there were quite a lot of hard bodied young men I was very interested in getting to know better. The Orientation week ended with a Bachelor & Spinster ball, something I was very unfamiliar with. Our 3rd year student advisors told us to go to the charity store and find ourselves a formal dress, the uglier the better. I scoured the racks all over the small rural city, but all I could find to fit me was a tight Japanese style gown slit up to the thigh on one side. It was a little tight across my 10D bust, but I cut the neckline down, thus making my ample fun bags squeeze over the top in a becoming way. For shoes we wore our Blundstone boots, but seeing as how I was from the coast, I had to settle for my much loved 10 up Doc Marten boots.