I was super embarrassed.   I apologized for an hour before leave.   He said it was fine, and that he didn’t think anything of it.   Still, for three days I felt like a total ass.   Finally my roomy Emily, sick of seeing me down on myself, was like, “Why don’t you just email him some nude photos, that’ll make it up to him.”  

It took me another day before I figured out how to “make it up to him.”   Emily and I went to the school library, found a very secluded corner and took some nude photos for him.   There were a couple of self-shoots, but the rest Emily took.   I’m wearing nothing but my hat and some CFM boots.

When we got back to the dorm, I emailed them to Daniels.   The only email address I had of his was his school’s.   Looking back, it probably wasn’t the smartest thing to do, but what’s done is done.

It wasn’t until my first year in college, when I was bunking with a   girl name Emily did I start learning to dress myself in a way that attracted boys.   At first, it was just little stuff, like Emily would tell me I didn’t have to wear my jacket all the time, then that grew into me buying more tank tops, and then shorts, and eventually it got to the point were I was doing my hair and make up and going out in skimpy shirts and skirts.

It was fun!   I guess not having my folks around to tell me I was looking like a slut for wearing shorts was liberating.   For months Emily and I use to walk around campus in our short shorts, even after as winter started, Emily would start random conversations with the cuter boys in school.   For the first six months she was definitely my BFF, that started to change a month before winter break.

Emily was bi, and I still wasn’t sure what I was.   But that’s another story.

You can read about how I started go-go dancing with Emily and got my first nudes taken in my Bio page