When I went away to college and told people I was from Bennington Vermont, almost everyone made the comment, “oh, so you're from the town that Playboy rated #1 girls’ school for fun.”  Here, I grew up in a town and never knew that the college had that reputation for years, even though it was co-ed when I was in high school.

When I went home for the first time that fall, I took a ride over to the school. It was a weekend and I was allowed in by security for some reason, parked and walked around the campus. I didn’t know what I was looking for, but had to check out the place.

After walking around awhile I had passed a few other girls, but nothing seemed wild or anything. I then saw the student union and figured I would check it out.  I walked in and the place was pretty empty, but there were girls sitting around a few here and there and the snack bar was open.  I grabbed a soda to not look too out of place. When I finished it, I figured I would leave. I didn’t have a plan and whatever I thought I would find was probably pretty dumb.  I saw a girls’ bathroom and figured I would pee before heading back to my car.  When I was in the stall, I couldn’t believe my eyes. There was graffiti all over the walls. School had been open for about a month and they must have pained over all this stuff during the summer. The stuff on the walls reminded me of being in men’s rooms, not what you saw in ladies rooms.  Most of the stuff looked to be from rival sororities and it was wild, almost all the writing was about the other groups being a bunch of lesbians, but each had a colorful way of accusing the others of “dikes, muff divers, carpet munchers, ass eaters” and such.  The others were about who were “jocks, uglies, fake tits” etc.  I found it more comical than a turn on, but I got a renewed push that I could have some fun here.

 Then I found something towards the bottom of the stall. It read “hey freshman- you are in the wrong spot, check out 1^st floor toilet, last stall.”   Well, that was all I needed as a push to get up and leave the spot I was sitting.

I walked around the general area of the floor I was on and then I found the stairs that led downstairs. I looked around to see if anyone was watching, actually hoping someone was.

I walked around the first floor for probably 3 minutes trying to find the bathrooms and finally came upon them. I walked in and the lights popped on, I was obviously the only onr here and no one had been here for at least the time the motion detector was set for.

I walked to the last stall, pulled down my jeans and hot orange thong and took a seat.

Here too there was writing on the wall but this was more on the sex side- girls posting little ads about themselves like “tall- buxom- slut yours for the taking” and then there were times to meet here or at other places on the campus I guessed by the names.

I was getting turned on reading the stuff on the wall and kept reading, My favorite was a little bit of a story that was something like “came here to pee and wound up eating pussy for 2 hours, girls just kept lining up-