When I was 18 my on and off girlfriend moved South to study at Oxford University. We had reunited and gotten together again the very night before she left. We had stayed out very late and in the early light of morning I had confessed my love for her. She would be away for eight or nine weeks at a time. She was very hard working and at that time of her life, she was torn between wanting to have fun and explore her sexuality but also studying very very hard indeed.
Her name was Anna and she was a flirty and fun girl. With strawberry blonde hair, incredible eyes and a firm athletic body she definitely turned a lot of heads.
We didn’t get that much time together. It was mostly a lot of passionate kissing, and touching over our clothes. She had no problems about letting me undress her in public places, and I think that letting me unbutton her blouse or pull down her dress exposing her lingerie beneath turned her on and made her feel naughty. Her Dad didn’t like me much and figured I was a distraction that she didn’t need.