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Enjoyed flashing boys in the bleachers in 70's
I was pretty much a wall-flower in the early 1970's in high school.
I was a blue-eyed blonde teen with long blonde hair - which I styled every morning (think Farah F. !) before catching the bus. At 5'7" and 120 lbs with only tea-cup **, a cute little ** - I still could not compete with the other girls because my mom would not let me wear make-up, or wear mini skirts like everyone else. And in that get-up...you can imagine how little attention I got from boys.
Was I interested in boys?! You bet! I fantasized about the naughtiest things sometimes (gang ** by the football team on a bench in their locker room was a favorite!) Sharing a bedroom with 2 younger sisters - the only place I could take care of my 'personal needs' was in the family bathroom. I would lay on a rolled towel.....think about boys and rub until I had an **! I was pretty sure I was "over-sexed", and probably in need of some serious counselling!
Anyway - by my final year in high school I had learned to roll my skirts up until my nice thighs were on display......
And, when we were having any sort of presentation in the gym - where the boys were grouped on the bleachers across from us girls....well, one day I decided to give myself, and maybe a boy or two, something to think about later this evening.
So, I opened my legs and made certain that my ** would be on display between my teenaged thighs - for any boy who cared to look my way.
I found that I'd get the female version of an ** while doing this...which is to say, my ** would be wet for the rest of the school day! And I'd rub myself like crazy as soon as I got home!
Did boys notice me? They sure did. I could tell by the way they'd nudge each other and look over at me.
Did they talk about me?
Did girls overhear the stories about me?
With only a few months remaining in this rural community - before I headed off to the east coast for college....I really didn't care one little bit....
The boys could get a nice look at my **....and maybe wonder why they'd never paid more attention to this quietly smoldering leggy, blue-eyed blonde 'wall-flower'!
Ahh the 1970's. All the school girls wore dresses and by their final year they were short. The thing is I think they liked it.