The only things transparent though were my newfound friends. Fellatio well-suited my needs and my madcap slut persona. That would have been too intimate, and frankly, too gross. Naturally, in college the field was more crowded. A virgin in tramp's clothing, I honed my craft to include a special, shall we say melodramatically hearty rendition of the swallow.
Deglutition is still no-woman's land for many a young maid.
As adult sexual politics became more apparent, so too did my predilection for cock-suckage. It was one of the few times a girl could feel as though she were making an impression. Usually my friends and I just felt, well, used. Sucking cock, you felt important. For once, you had the upperhand.