[F] I finally let myself come out of my shell.

Hi everyone! I think it’s time for me to finally get some of my stories out here on writing. I provided some background, but continue to the dashed line if you want to skip to the fun part! Let me know what you think in the comments or messages! Feel free to share some of your own stories as well!

*I’m tired of feeling so conflicted.*

I was always told to dress modestly, focus on my school work, and stay active in extra-curriculars. It’s not like I had a very strict or conservative upbringing, but my studies were always made the priority. I was still allowed to purchase my own clothing and have my own fashion sense, but there is no world in which it would be acceptable to be found wearing a short skirt or low cut top in my household. My parents just wanted to keep me on a steady track for college, and minimize other distractions that may interrupt that focus. These habits stuck with me as I went off on my own to college, but over the first couple years, I couldn’t help but have some other thoughts start to intrude.

You see, I kept with my same modest wardrobe. At parties, in the lounge, at class, I would look around and see other girls wearing revealing clothing, a low cut top, a skirt perhaps an inch too short. I didn’t think anything of it at first but… over time I found myself thinking about it more. I would see men’s eyes around the dorm linger on their figures a second too long, a glance down at their chest while talking, or brushing up against their arm while working together. I was jealous. I wanted to be the one their eyes lingered on. I wanted to be the one they’d talk about when they were drunk in their dorm. Finally at the start of my third year, I had to act on it all.

Come to my 21st birthday, it was time for me to hit the club for the first time. “Fuck it,” I thought to myself. I’ve been dressing modestly my entire life, tonight’s the night. I’ve been hanging onto a crop top and mini skirt for a few months now, working up the courage to wear it, and now I’m finally here. Looking at myself in the mirror, “Is it too short?” I thought to myself. A stiff breeze would be enough to show off my panties to anyone paying attention. Oh my. A pulse traveled between my legs at that thought. Am I getting turned on? Looking at the time, I have 10 more minutes to get my act together before we meet up. I take out my pony tail, letting my hair end back against my shoulders as I smooth it out with a hair brush. Sitting at my desk I work on my make up. Each time I look down I forget I’m wearing such a short skirt, showing more thighs than I have ever in public. A thought dashes through my mind, “Everyone is going to see me like this.” A blush across my cheeks forms as I think about everyone seeing me now. I’m not going to be the boring one of the group anymore, I’m going to be the center of attention. I can’t ignore it anymore, just thinking about that extra attention is getting me worked up. At this point, a dark wet spot is forming on my panties, but I just have to ignore it. It’s time to leave.

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“Well well! Who let (LetsWriteSomeFun) out of their shell!” The typical teases and jests as they remarked at my change in wardrobe. We’re getting out of the Uber to head into the club, with one of the girls giving me a firm spank as we enter, “Happy Birthday!” I have to say, that had more of an affect on me than I’d like to admit.

The night continues like any other that you would expect at the club. We drink, we dance, we drink some more. I can’t help but notice more and more eyes watch my body sway back and forth. “*Finally,”* I think to myself, “*their eyes are on me.*” It doesn’t take long until I am appropriately drunk, and fully embracing the night of my 21st birthday. This is when I feel the first sensation. *”Was that someone’s hand?”* It was such as light brush, I thought someone was moving past me, but it was hard to mistake. I think someone just brushed their hand over my ass. A few moments pass by, “*There it is again!”* I turn around to try and see who was there, but we were packed shoulder to shoulder in the crowd. My gut reaction was to be offended, who would do something like that without even talking to me first? But I couldn’t deny the reaction my body had. *”They’re finally focused on me.”* I bite my lower lip and look down, smoothing out my skirt in front of my across the top of my thighs, my hands dipping for a moment between them. *”Fuck… when did I get so wet?”* My body is getting turned on. The attention, the brushing over my skirt, the alcohol, it’s all running to my head.

Finally I feel a presence up close behind me, as I feel their body press against mine. Their hands make their way to my bare waist- exposed from my crop top, as they hold me against their body. I don’t even care to turn behind at this point. I’m getting the attention that I have been craving all through college, I don’t care who’s giving it to me. I let their hands roam around my midsection, my back to their front as we sway together from side to side. It doesn’t take long until I start to feel something hard press against me. His arms wrap around my front as he holds me tight to him, pressing any remaining space between us out. I feel something start to drip down my thigh. Wait a minute… that’s me. I bring my hand between my legs once more only to feel how soaked I am, the sensation from my own touch bringing out a soft moan. *”Right here in this crowd?”* I think to myself, *”How am I so turned on right here?”* That taboo of it all only makes it worse.

The alcohol and lust only override any last rationale left in my brain. I reach up to take one of his hands in mine and move it between my legs. It’s not like there was much fabric to move out of the way anyway. I hear him moan into my ear as he feels my soaked panties with two fingers. A whine escapes my lips as he applies some pressure. “Oh fuck…” I gasp out loud, before slapping my hand over my mouth. *”Fuck, keep it quiet!”* I scold myself. We may be in a crowded club, but I can’t just start making a scene right here! We continue to grind against each other, his bulge growing hard against me, as his hand cups my wetness between my legs. I feel his other hand reach behind and lift up my skirt, pressing into my bare skin. Finally, I feel his hand reach under my panties and start circling my clit. My knees wobble, as I grip onto his arm to help steady myself. *”Oh my fucking god…”* I cover my mouth once more, trying to muffle any moans that inevitably escape my lips. His fingers work around me, a complete mess in the middle of the club. My mind swims with arousal, “Please… please…” I say out loud, craning my neck up to him. I see his face for the first time. It was Tommy, he lived a floor below me in the guys dorms. We’ve been flirting on and off all year, but it was never anything serious.

Finally he enters inside of me with his fingers. I have to bite down on my knuckles to keep myself from screaming right there. I’ve never felt like such a slut before. Right here in the club, I’m finally getting all the attention I’ve needed. His fingers curl up into me as he works my pussy harder. My hands travel up to my chest, squeezing my tits through my crop top. *”I can’t take much more of this…”* His fingers work faster, arching against my spot as he works my insides. My legs shake and I pinch my own nipple, before finally letting it all go. I don’t remember what was said, or how loud I was. I bunches up the hem of my crop top to bite down on to try and stay as quiet as possible, but there’s no doubt some people around me could figure out what was going on. I think I need to come out of my shell more often.

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