OUR SEX REPORTER GOES DEEP UN­DER­COVER TO IN­VES­TI­GATE ‘My top­less first year stu­dent’

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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.

Fum­bles

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.

Erect

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

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