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

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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.

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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

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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