College swimming pool
After I got to college I started to let my bush grew out. My mom had always watched my bikini line like a hawk, so it was refreshing not to be monitored. It also give me a great exhibitionist opportunity. The university had an Olympic-sized pool that I swam laps in at least once a week. I had a couple of one-piece swimming suits that were modestly cut but couldn't contain my pokie nipples. From the beginning I noticed guys checking me out.
It was when the bush grew in, though, that I really got attention. After a few months, I probably had half an inch of straight, dark pubes sticking out the sides of my swimsuit. (I was, and am, very proud of the fact that my pubes grew in straight, not curly.) And other women were not shy about commenting. Most of the comments from other women, especially younger ones, were positive. One girl said she was jealous of how confident I was about my body and how I was resisting the patriarchy. Sometimes older women would sniff something about modesty or grooming. Either way, I liked the attention. Even if a woman disapproved, it meant she was looking at my pussy in a public setting, which for some reason made me excited. And sometimes I wondered if my lady critics were turned on themselves.
Then there were the boys, of course. They just usually tried to play it cool, but their lecherous looks were hard to miss. One time I came out of the pool and a young guy, probably a freshman, was waiting at the end of my lane and watched me come out. He was staring right at my box. I asked him if he was "lost", and he turned beet red and walked away. That was a little creepy, but most guys were friendly. Some hit on me -- I would have been disappointed if no one did -- but they all politely withdrew when I said I had a boyfriend.
The truth was for the first year of college I didn't have a boyfriend, and I was content. My sex life was turning other people on and pleasuring myself.
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