This one is by request ;)
This memory is a little fuzzy (it's been a long while) but as a milestone in my sexual history most of the important snapshots are still there.
It was the summer between sophomore and junior year. (NOTE – seriously, all my BEST stories seem to take place during summer, I should wear a chastity bathing suit). I was 16 and newly single. My ex-boyfriend and I had a typical, tumultuous teenage relationship (that would go on/off again for the next 7 years or so, far too long). My friend and I went to a summer festival concert and ran into one of my ex's best friends, Benji (not his real name). Ben had just graduated and was headed off to an Ivy League school for college. He was already a cocky motherfucker but the Ivy League prestige definitely put a new spring in his step. As did his newly pierced tongue.