OUR SEX REPORTER GOES DEEP UNDERCOVER TO INVESTIGATE ‘My topless first year student’
YOU don’t need to attend lectures to get a jawdropping lesson in life.
Because I got HANDS-ON tuition in the art of steamy lesbo loving during my slippery university Freshers Week initiation!
They say going away to study your chosen subject is the ultimate quest to “find yourself”.
Well, I found myself with my tongue down another girl’s throat — and my hand up her top — within days of my secret Midweek Sport investigation!
Last week I infiltrated one of the halls of residence at the University of West Lancashire, pretending to be a new student.
And after being invited to a string of no-holds-barred private parties I can confirm that most parents would be horrified to learn just what naughty antics their sons and daughters get up to.
Some of the things I saw in my first couple of days here had even me — a seasoned sex reporter — dripping with excitement and anticipation.
And there’s my sexy new “room-mate” — voluptuous Kate Adamson, fresh from her parent’s farm in Nantwich, Cheshire — who looked like she couldn’t wait to explore her sexuality.
Most students began arriving on campus early. There are plenty of boring bits of admin for them to plough through when the boys and girls first turn up — standing in line to register for courses, or snapping-up cheap posters in the Students Union.
And all that waiting around seemed to make my new mates DESPERATE to cut loose and go on the razzle.
The booze in the Union is ridiculously cheap, and the boys and girls arrive with bank accounts bulging after cashing their first student loan cheque, so it’s common to see people with three drinks on the go.
And it’s not long before the dance floor is a sea of sweaty fumbles, openmouthed French kissing and male hands slipping under horny girls’ skirts.
I was literally stepping over couples in dark corners having their first taste of sexual freedom. And no-one batted an eyelid!
As one boozy reveller, Emma Costingan, 19, told me: “It’s Freshers Week. If you’re not shagging anything that moves you’re doing it wrong.
“Lectures don’t start for another week so it doesn’t matter if you wake up with a hangover in a stranger’s bed. Most of the girls I know have already got a “Shag Chart” pinned up in their hall’s kitchen.
“For my group of mates, the girl who gets the most notches on her bedpost wins a crate of Strongbow!”
It’s obviously not just the girls who are randier than a rabbit with a Viagra. I bumped into Tom Isaacs and Justin Park, both 18, signing up for the uni rugby team.
Tom, from Luton, Beds., bragged: “We went twos-up on a lass last night. She bloody loved it. Me and Justin were high fiving each other and everything!
“She even handed us her phone and asked us to video her in action! She’s probably showing it to her friends right now.”
As for me, my dalliance with brunette housemate Kate, 18, was one of the most pleasurable girl-ongirl encounters I’ve ever enjoyed.
Following a hedonistic night out at a city club we came back to the digs and ripped each other’s clothes off in the kitchen.
Everyone else arrived home shortly afterwards.
TOPS MARKS: Me and Kate tear into each others clothes after seeing all the
sexy antics on campus