Some guys called me a cock tease in college. Others just thought I was prude. I didn’t care.

I was a classy teenager. I had kept a list of boys I kissed in high school. If there was an asterisk next to a name, it meant he also felt my boobs. When I met my college boyfriend, I made him wait months until I decided to lose my virginity to him. I wanted everything to be perfect, and neurotically planned out everything — including the dinner, the music, and my fancy new lingerie.

Of course, when I finally had sex I was completely disappointed. It felt like everything leading up to it — especially the flirting and the foreplay — was better than the act itself.

So I learned to stop worrying and love the attention. In fact, I realized I didn’t want sex as much as I wanted to make out and satisfy my own needs. At my small liberal arts college, word quickly spread that I was a tease. I didn’t give a damn about my reputation then, and I certainly don’t now. I have my reasons — and I have sex! But I often shut the guy down before he can pass second base. Here are my true confessions.[ITPGallery]