Sometimes, when I knew there were a lot of guys in the common areas, I would deliberately put on a t-shirt that was more sheer than the rest and walk past them, knowing they were looking at my breasts and panties. Other times, I would tweak my nipples to make them hard so they poked out through my shirt and get into a conversation with one of the boys knowing they would be distracted. Their eyes would dart from my face down to my nipples and back again. I had to control myself to keep from laughing.

I became more sexually active too. After only having one previous partner, I...