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A memory from those college days! Yesterday I attended a college graduation ceremony. It is after all that time of the year. It was a four hour drive there and the same back. On that long drive back late yesterday my husband and I started talking about our college days. Some of you will remember that I got pregnant while I was in High School. Although that certainly didn’t disappoint me or my husband it did complicate our lives. He dropped out of college to work a job to support us. Of course dropping out of school at that time meant a certain 2 years in the army. I think at least some of you remember the “Draftâ€. I had plans to enter college after graduation but instead I was soon a mom. The army and Vietnam complicated our lives. Yes it was hard but it didn’t defeat us. I guess this story actually starts three years later. He was out of both the army and home from Vietnam. He was working full time and started school at night at the “Jr Collegeâ€ close to home. He was going as much for the Government payment from the GI bill as anything else. I enrolled in the nursing program at the same school. I was 22, a mom and a house wife. I was older than most by a few years or so. Of course I had to take all the courses that seemed kind of stupid as supports to be a nurse. Since most of the classes were filled with graduating high school kids I had to take anything available. My psychology class was interesting, well sort of. I was the only female in a class with 9 “BOYSâ€. Yes they seemed like immature jocks. They didn’t seem to mind me being in the class. Although they seemed less than thrilled. The professor was 35. He didn’t exactly fit my mental image of a professor. Not bad looking at all. There was an assignment to give a demonstration of something no one else in the class could do. I thought about bringing my 5 year old daughter to class but I figured that was too easy. It actually was my husband’s idea that made me settle on my plan. I guess I had done it enough he thought I had it perfected. I could change my clothes and never expose skin. He helped me pick what to wear and what to change into. I wore shorts and a button up blouse to class. Under those I had a matching blue bra and French cut panties. He helped me choose a dress. I’m not sure we called it a sundress back then but it kinda was. It was light weight, fit loose, sleeveless and hit me in the middle of my thigh. Oh and unless I forget it was white. To wear under it I took along a matching black bra and black French cut panties. That was my husband’s idea. Looking back maybe that was a little over the top. Naturally my husband insisted I “practiceâ€ my presentation. He unfortunately was pushed to be my audience. So the first run through went ok. We had to take a break before I tried a second run. He seemed to be overly excited and required special attention to cool off. After a few trial runs it was decided music would make it less boring for the class. So the day of my presentation I packed a bag with all my extra clothes. I took our cassette player and the cassette we had chosen. The song was, Hang on Snoopy. “Snoopyâ€ was my husband’s pet name for me for most of our lives. The song was his favorite. I had this presentation down to a science. Practice makes perfect. My husband didn’t seem to mind watching all the practice sessions. A few of you probably already know I was not the shy modest girl next door type. Maybe I was a bit of a show off! First I laid the dress out. I left the bra and panties in the bag. Just as I got the cassette player out the professor asked,â€ This isn’t going to get me fired is it?’ I had already expected some panic from him so I had come prepared. I said, “OH I almost forgot.â€ I took a piece of paper out of the bag and casually walked to the door and taped it over that small window in it, then locked the door. “There that’ll do it.â€ I went back to preparations for my presentation. Maybe this would be a good time to describe myself back then. I was 5’5â€, 115#, 34 22 36. I had shoulder length red hair, blue eyes, fair skin and a few freckles. My nails were done in my husband’s favorite dark red polish. I started the music and started slowly moving to the music as I started to explain and demonstrate my talent. I took my shoes off first. Next I took the dress and slid it over my head. Then I pulled my arms inside the dress and let the boys guess that I was unbuttoning the blouse, as I continued to dance slowly. When the blouse was open I maneuvered my arms out of the blouse and pushed it down letting it fall around my feet. I gave it a kick out of my way and didn’t miss a step dancing. Next, were those shorts. My hands worked to unfasten them and I pushed them down just like the blouse around my feet. I kind of gave the class an eye roll as I moved my hands to unfasten my bra. I slowly danced and turned a circle as I slipped that bra off my arms and out of the dress. I moved my right arm out of the arm hole and casually laid my bra on the professor’s desk. I think my husband should have warned me that my headlights would be on full display. I was surprised at how attentive and quiet the class was being. That left the panties. I pulled my arm back inside and danced as I slowly worked those panties down over my hips. I could feel they were visible just under the bottom of that dress. A few slow deliberate dance moves and they were around my ankles. I pulled one foot out of them and lifted them with the other. I laid them neatly by my bra on the professor’s desk. I couldn’t help but notice that there was a wet spot on them. I could lie and say I was embarrassed but I don’t lie so I woun’t! Now it was time to dress again. I knew that “Snoopyâ€ would end soon so I took my black panties out of my bag and lifted a foot sliding the panties over it. Then the other. It was a challenge to pull them into place. A couple of times I almost gave the “boysâ€ and the professor a glimpse of my well-trimmed red bush. I could almost hear a gasp as those black bikinis became very visible through the white dress. That left the bra. Just as the song stopped I pulled my arms out of the dress and straitened my hair. I took a bow as the class applauded. It seemed like maybe I had made most if not all uncomfortable as they were readjusting their pants. The professor dismissed the class as I started gathering all my extra clothes. It seemed all of my fellow class mates made it a point to thank me for my presentation. (I actually was thinking they should have paid me!)I never found my panties. I can’t imagine what happened to them. Just as I was about to leave the room the professor casually asked,â€ would you go out with me some time?â€ I’m married,â€ was my answer. He smiled and said. “That’s ok I am too.â€ I didn’t go out with him! But it did make me laugh! Oh by the way I not only got an A but also seemed to be way more popular at school. Well with the boys anyway. Ok so I know it was Tame but it is a fun memory. A memory from those college days! Yesterday I attended a college graduation ceremony. It is after all that time of the year. It was a four hour drive there and the same back. On that long drive back late yesterday my husband and I started talking about our college days. Some of you will remember that I got pregnant while I was in High School. Although that certainly didn’t disappoint me or my husband it did complicate our lives. He dropped out of college to work a job to support us. Of course dropping out of school at that time meant a certain 2 years in the army. I think at least some of you remember the “Draftâ€. I had plans to enter college after graduation but instead I was soon a mom. The army and Vietnam complicated our lives. Yes it was hard but it didn’t defeat us. I guess this story actually starts three years later. He was out of both the army and home from Vietnam. He was working full time and started school at night at the “Jr Collegeâ€ close to home. He was going as much for the Goverment payment from the GI bill as anything else. I enrolled in the nursing program at the same school. I was 22, a mom and a house wife. I was older than most by a few years or so. Of course I had to take all the courses that seemed kind of stupid as supports to be a nurse. Since most of the classes were filled with graduating high school kids I had to take anything available. My psychology class was interesting, well sort of. I was the only female in a class with 9 “BOYSâ€. Yes they seemed like immature jocks. They didn’t seem to mind me being in the class. Although they seemed less than thrilled. The professor was 35. He didn’t exactly fit my mental image of a professor. Not bad looking at all. There was an assignment to give a demonstration of something no one else in the class could do. I thought about bringing my 5 year old daughter to class but I figured that was too easy. It actually was my husband’s idea that made me settle on my plan. I guess I had done it enough he thought I had it perfected. I could change my clothes and never expose skin. He helped me pick what to wear and what to change into. I wore shorts and a button up blouse to class. Under those I had a matching blue bra and French cut panties. He helped me choose a dress. I’m not sure we called it a sundress back then but it kinda was. It was light weight, fit loose, sleeveless and hit me in the middle of my thigh. Oh and unless I forget it was white. To wear under it I took along a matching black bra and black French cut panties. That was my husband’s idea. Looking back maybe that was a little over the top. Naturally my husband insisted I “practiceâ€ my presentation. He unfortunately was pushed to be my audience. So the first run through went ok. We had to take a break before I tried a second run. He seemed to be overly excited and required special attention to cool off. After a few trial runs it was decided music would make it less boring for the class. So the day of my presentation I packed a bag with all my extra clothes. I took our cassette player and the cassette we had chosen. The song was, Hang on Snoopy. “Snoopyâ€ was my husband’s pet name for me for most of our lives. The song was his favorite. I had this presentation down to a science. Practice makes perfect. My husband didn’t seem to mind watching all the practice sessions. A few of you probably already know I was not the shy modest girl next door type. Maybe I was a bit of a show off! First I laid the dress out. I left the bra and panties in the bag. Just as I got the cassette player out the professor asked,â€ This isn’t going to get me fired is it?’ I had already expected some panic from him so I had come prepared. I said, “OH I almost forgot.â€ I took a piece of paper out of the bag and casually walked to the door and taped it over that small window in it, then locked the door. “There that’ll do it.â€ I went back to preparations for my presentation. Maybe this would be a good time to describe myself back then. I was 5’5â€, 115#, 34 22 36. I had shoulder length red hair, blue eyes, fair skin and a few freckles. My nails were done in my husband’s favorite dark red polish. I started the music and started slowly moving to the music as I started to explain and demonstrate my talent. I took my shoes off first. Next I took the dress and slid it over my head. Then I pulled my arms inside the dress and let the boys guess that I was unbuttoning the blouse, as I continued to dance slowly. When the blouse was open I maneuvered my arms out of the blouse and pushed it down letting it fall around my feet. I gave it a kick out of my way and didn’t miss a step dancing. Next, were those shorts. My hands worked to unfasten them and I pushed them down just like the blouse around my feet. I kind of gave the class an eye roll as I moved my hands to unfasten my bra. I slowly danced and turned a circle as I slipped that bra off my arms and out of the dress. I moved my right arm out of the arm hole and casually laid my bra on the professor’s desk. I think my husband should have warned me that my headlights would be on full display. I was surprised at how attentive and quiet the class was being. That left the panties. I pulled my arm back inside and danced as I slowly worked those panties down over my hips. I could feel they were visible just under the bottom of that dress. A few slow deliberate dance moves and they were around my ankles. I pulled one foot out of them and lifted them with the other. I laid them neatly by my bra on the professor’s desk. I couldn’t help but notice that there was a wet spot on them. I could lie and say I was embarrassed but I don’t lie so I woun’t! Now it was time to dress again. I knew that “Snoopyâ€ would end soon so I took my black panties out of my bag and lifted a foot sliding the panties over it. Then the other. It was a challenge to pull them into place. A couple of times I almost gave the “boysâ€ and the professor a glimpse of my well-trimmed red bush. I could almost hear a gasp as those black bikinis became very visible through the white dress. That left the bra. Just as the song stopped I pulled my arms out of the dress and straitened my hair. I took a bow as the class applauded. It seemed like maybe I had made most if not all uncomfortable as they were readjusting their pants. The professor dismissed the class as I started gathering all my extra clothes. It seemed all of my fellow class mates made it a point to thank me for my presentation. (I actually was thinking they should have paid me!)I never found my panties. I can’t imagine what happened to them. Just as I was about to leave the room the professor casually asked,â€ would you go out with me some time?â€ I’m married,â€ was my answer. He smiled and said. “That’s ok I am too.â€ I didn’t go out with him! But it did make me laugh! Oh by the way I not only got an A but also seemed to be way more popular at school. Well with the boys anyway

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