I met my first college boyfriend after a Freshers event in my first week at university. He was in his third year and seemed so much more worldly and experienced than me. I fell hard for him, and we spent most of the next two years together. It was nice having a strong influence in my life as I was just finding myself as an adult, and I found myself deferring to him for other decisions as well.

He told me I wasn't allowed to wear a bra and that my tits always had to be available for him. I took this to be a normal request (to be honest, it's one most of my boyfriends have made at one point or another!) so for most of my university time I wore tshirts or dresses with no bra. My nipples were often standing out during lectures in the cold winter months!

He seemed to have a real fixation on my boobs, and during his exam prep he would tell me to sit next to him and let him grope me, using my tits like a stress ball. He would sit and study his books and just absently grab and knead my boobs for hours at a time - in his room or in the library. I know a bunch of people saw him pawing at me or sliding his hand up inside my top while we sat there, but noone said anything. Maybe they enjoyed watching it!