I live in an area populated by a number of smaller colleges. One of the benefits is espying college girls on a warm spring day.
This afternoon at a coffee shop, I had an eyeful of young, nubile college girls. In short skirts. Shorts. Tank tops. Long billowy legs. Cleavage. My hypersexual imagination went places.
The girls at my conservative Christian college dressed much more modestly and were (theoretically, anyway) committed to purity. These girls seem to advertise their sexual availability.
I’m not that much older than them, but part of their allure is that they have an aura of the forbidden about them. I haven’t been with a college girl. I’m hoping to do some teaching at the college level shortly, and more than once have I fantasized about having a cute little undergrad on her knees before me. Or bent over a desk.
Lutheran Guilt 