Dear Penthouse,
I met a woman at a party recently and we ended up making love with such fervor that we knocked items off of the table near my bed. And to think I had never considered the possibility of something like this even happening in the small town where I’m attending college!
Name and Address Withheld
Dear Penthouse,
Me again. I’ll make this quick, but last weekend at a car-wash fundraiser for the small liberal-arts college I’m attending, I ended up making love to one of the cute coeds working with me. Arguably, as a result of her T-shirt getting wet during a playful water fight the two of us engaged in. I am on fire this year! Maybe it’s the tan?
More from me soon.
Dear Penthouse,
Can’t get into details for obvious reasons, but my roommate’s girlfriend and I ended up making love. I’m still kind of freaking out over the potential and obvious complications, but aside from feeling weird emotionally I have to say, things have changed for me. It was never this way with girls. Anyway, I certainly got more than I bargained for from a simple afternoon study session.
Mr. K
Dear Penthouse,
Oh. My. God. I was back home recently for summer break and so was a girl I dated before heading off to college. All I can really tell you is this: She is bisexual now and I found myself in a situation that involved making love to her and—get this—also a beautiful mutual friend of ours at the same time. All right, that’s enough out of me, as the three of us are from a small enough town that it wouldn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out who I’m talking about.
I’m as stunned as you are, trust me.
d