Although it was hard to believe a few weeks later, at first Felicity did not like the "tits out" parties that were so popular with her friends during the summer they moved off campus. She was a nice girl, after all, raised right, and when she started going to them she had to overcome her reluctance to show up at the front door of the party house with her breasts exposed and on display.
Still, it was the thing to do that summer and so she just went along with it, anyway, wanting to be one of the girls, wanting to get along with her classmates and meet boys. The short, blonde girl, cute and well-proportioned with a firm D-cup and wide hips, had always been popular in high school and had looked forward to college but once she got there she was disappointed with her life on campus. Her private college was very restrictive, it turned out. Much more than she and the other students had expected. She had devoted herself to studying during her first two years and was making very good grades but she was getting tired of the drudge. She missed her previously active social life and on trips home felt jealous of her old friends, who were pairing off at last, getting married, and even getting pregnant. She wanted some fun herself, for a change.
Tits-out parties seemed a little over the top to her, almost obscene, when she first heard about them. She didn't mind showing her body to a boyfriend, or wouldn't if she had one, she thought, but did she have to put herself on display to a crowd to be popular? Well, apparently yes she did, at least at that college.
It was Felicity's roommate Gretchen, taller with brown hair and much smaller tits, who had convinced her to keep going to tits-out parties, to give them a chance. Gretchen loved those parties! She kept telling Felicity that it was the best way to meet guys and a handy way for themselves to fit in with their friends. On the other hand, to fit themselves into their friends' hands may not have been the way to meet the best guys! Or something like that.
But mostly, Gretchen wanted Felicity to love tits-out parties so that she would come along with her. It wasn't so scary going with a girl friend or a date but many girls found it terrifying going to a tits-out party alone. Their breasts had to be on display by the time they knocked on the front door or the girls would not be let in. Most of the girls opened up their sweater buttons or pulled down their scoop tops or took off their tops in the car and then walked up to the front door with their boobs hanging out. During those few seconds, they were exposed in public and felt very vulnerable. The rules were that they couldn't cover up until they were outside again. Once inside, it was cool to be with other girls who were displaying their breasts and Gretchen thought it was really cool to be played with in front of other people, especially by guys she liked.
Felicity and her friends were about to start their third year of college. After the big scandal over promiscuity on campus, lack of supervision, and the lawsuits initiated by the parents that followed all those pregnancies, the college had become very strict. Several sororities and fraternities had been banned and all the coed dormitories were changed back to single-sex residence halls. Students were required to live on campus for the first two years, with no exceptions. Things got very retro in the sex and promiscuity department, and that really disappointed the students who had chosen the college in the first place because of its (previously) wild reputation. That made the transition to the third year, when they were finally allowed to move off campus, a new rite of passage among the student body -- a time to cut loose and act up!
Naturally, all the pent-up sexual energy and horny frustration normal in healthy young people had to go somewhere during the first two years, when they were stuck on campus. A lot of it, particularly among the girls, went into same-sex experimentation (mostly mutual pussy-licking), and some of it stuck with them, expressing itself later in the unusually high number of lesbians and bisexuals among graduates of this college. Even the straight girls learned to enjoy it, as an acquired taste, to be indulged in from time to time for the rest of their lives.
The rest of the repressed sexual energy among the students went into figuring out ways of moving their sexual adventures off campus. The penalties for forbidden behavior on campus could ruin their college record and there was no place to go on campus that was safe from discovery. But it was hard to go all the way off campus when you were on scholarship in a small but pricey college town and didn't have money for hotel rooms! That meant that the best most of them could do was catch a grope here and there and try to get to third base as often as they could in movie theaters, in the hope of jacking or rubbing off later to the memory. This frustrating reality had another peculiar and unexpected effect on the student body (and students' bodies): touching became a fetish!
Now, halfway through summer school, Felicity had learned to love tits-out parties! They were fun and sexy and her own tits were a boy-magnet, so what was there not to like? She was popular again!
Most of all, Felicity liked the fondling and the opportunities to be touched and felt up, so new to her during the first few weeks of that summer of liberation! At these parties, the college kids could finally get as aroused as they wanted, knowing that, at long last, they could get their release right then, with any willing partner!
The exhibitionistic atmosphere also made touching and rubbing so much sexier! The fondling also naturally led to sexual experimenting, like oral sex or fucking -- but what could be more natural? Felicity was not a virgin (neither was Gretchen) but like most of the students they both felt like their sex lives only began when they moved off campus. Once they moved off-campus, they all started to expand their horizons and learn their limits, which for most of them meant exhibitionism, oral, and straight fucking. Anal was still generally beyond their comfort zone and so wasn't very common until after graduation. (When they did talk about it, which was not often, they usually referred to it as "going postgraduate".)
One night, Gretchen and Felicity were on their way to a tits-out party about five miles from campus on the road north out of town. Felicity and Gretchen had been roommates in the dorm and liked each other enough to room together off in an apartment campus. They had tried a little pussy-licking and fingering together and liked it, but both of them knew they really preferred a penis when they could get it. Now their sex lives were so much better! Still, on those occasional nights when neither of them had a date and there was no tits-out party going they just ordered in pizza, watched a sexy movie, and got it on with each other.