It’s probably no secret that my readers will decide to PM me on a whim. I have nothing against it; in fact, I enjoy chatting with random people. I like to think of it as my informal study of the male psyche. Hahah. I’ve been asked many odd things in these chats. Odd. Such an understated summary of it all.
I once joked that Reddit is like my passive income means of getting PMs from guys. I could post nothing for weeks and still get the attention of a horny bloke. Unlike other platforms where the code blocks attention coming my way. Yo Dating App Devs! If you think you can ‘discipline’ me into generating content for your masses without pay, you must be delirious.
Anyway, recently the most common question I got was about why I’m so much more sex positive and open than the population I live in. Why am I so cool with it? When did it start? And, more interestingly, what started me on becoming this malleable slut?
My first bf and I had so many challenges to work through. This was in Petaling Jaya, Selangor, Peninsular Malaysia. Both our parents were the kind that many would consider overprotective. The year is 2004. Mobile phones were not the kind of thing that parents gave children. We had landlines, you know, the kind where the call log is screened by your parents every month. The calls weren’t all that cheap either. I had extra classes to go to almost every day. If it wasn’t sports or music, it was tuition because the school teachers were kinda meh. I wasn’t allowed to stay for after school activities very often. There was no such thing as seeing your friends on the weekend. The only time I could see my bf was during school and that was mostly with people around; but at least the adults were too busy to stop us from hiding away.
Backstory here. [https://www.reddit.com/user/slurymcflurry2/comments/ia85w9/about_kimura/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x](https://www.reddit.com/user/slurymcflurry2/comments/ia85w9/about_kimura/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=web2x)
TLDR: I was only at the holding hands stage 6 months into my first time being anyone’s gf. My parents said they might be transferring me to a private school. That meant I had 1.5 months to get as many memories as I could with my bf before we’d be unable to see each other ever again. I was 16.
We figured out a way to skip assembly in the morning and spend that time in empty classrooms. After school was also a time we met to do all that. These classrooms were not closed up. From the next block, you could see all the way through the room. It had those cheap windows where the glass strips sometimes fell out of the flimsy holder after cutting your hand for wiping it clean. The doors were wooden but all the hinges seemed tuned to swing the door open and hang that way.
I love sneaking around. I never want to be seen. It’s so much better to know that mundane things are happening all around me but I’m doing something exciting instead.
He must’ve watched porn to prep for what to do with me. I don’t know if he had any friends he would ask about sex. After a few times meeting to just kiss, I behaved like a sub without ever knowing the term. I’d arrive at school, set my bag down in the make out classroom and stand in the corner of the room. Front corner. It always felt like an extra excitement. That corner is where students were told to stand as punishment. The seats were all facing me. Some imaginary teacher was scowling at me.
Most mornings he would hungrily suck my lips into his mouth. I’d be eager to kiss him back. My pussy wet. My nipples rubbing against whatever bra I had on. I wore a pinafore. He liked slipping his right hand in to unbutton my shirt. Straight to my left nipple. His left hand snaking down into my panties. We had maybe 10 minutes. No noise, just frantic rustling and panting.
The uniforms were mass produced for the whole country so the buttons were opposite for his shirt than they were for mine. Most girls chose to wear the baju kurung because it had a low loop down the chest and they thought it a status symbol to flash some fancy looking bra. I didn’t need to. I wasn’t aware that the guys were guessing my size through 2 layers anyway.
He didn’t like me rubbing his dick in the morning because he would be saving it for after school. Sometimes he’d pull my shirt and bra open to suck on my nipples. I think this is where I began to like being pressed against a wall. The time constraint made it seem like he was passionate. Or eager to get at my skin.
We were far enough away that we couldn’t hear the assembly coming to a close. But we were at the last block. 12-15 classrooms steadily filling with kids. Chairs dragging. Chatter. Thunderous stomps coming up the stairs. That was warning enough. We’d slip into the toilets with our bags the second we heard the noise coming. It gave us just enough time to wash up and hide in a cubicle. I waited until some other students came in before I left. I joined class just before the teacher came in.
Kimura and I never discussed what we did. He relied on my full compliance. I relied on him going for it. We’d spend the day chatting on paper. We’d socialise with friends during recess and lunch. Then we’d slip off to our stairwell after school. The one at the science lab block. The one facing a tree. The one nobody went to for extra classes.
Some days he’d tease my clit and get me to take my panties off completely. I’d be sitting on a step with my legs apart and listening for people coming by. I actually had sunlight directly on my labia folds. Bucket list checked! He’d fuck me. His sweat dripped onto me from the strain. He had the perfect pushup. This wasn’t difficult for him. His little dick always responded to me pushing my hips back at him.
I spent a whole month being sexually stimulated twice a day. The deadline came for the school transfer and my parents said nothing. I guessed that I would be able to stay after all. I was happy and so was he. We were no longer on a mad quest to enjoy our relationship. Were we gonna stop? Well of course not.
We kept going. The discipline teacher realised we weren’t at assembly and suddenly there were prefects on patrol in the morning. They didn’t find us until a month later when I just wanted to sit on the stairs to hug. We were brought to what I called the Shameful Display. On one side of the assembly they lined up everyone who was late, skipped assembly or was in violation of the permissible hair, uniform, and shoes.
The discipline teacher was thrilled to have caught us. She said we should be ashamed of being part of this line up since we were near the top of the school. I think she would have loved to call me a whore but she had no proof. Instead she threw vague words at me and I did nothing to hide my ‘counter disapproval’ of her behaviour.
Another time Kimura was fingering me in the classroom after hours. He somehow picked up dirty talk.
“You like that?”
He was behind me. My face was against the dusty noticeboard. His breath on my neck. His hand was under my skirt, slipping into my panties from my left buttcheek. I had one arm bracing on the board. I tried to touch him back but he dodged me. He repeated himself as though unsatisfied with just my moans. I managed a raspy yes.
“Are you going to be a good girl or a bad girl today?”
I was so confused but my pussy was enjoying it. I said good.
“You sure? Do you hear that wet stuff? You seem like a bad girl to me”
I didn’t get to respond because I heard a shuffle outside that was dangerously close. I spun around, his hand slipped out, my skirt fell down. I saw an old lady with a broom and she was sweeping the corridor for some odd reason. She looked me dead in the eye. Kimura hid his wet hand. We both picked up our bags and left for our usual split and regroup. That was as close as we ever got to getting caught.
The rest of the year was full of thrills. In the scouts’ den, after a meeting; somehow we were talking and I got dared to sit in his lap. A classmate opened the door, saw us and immediately left; nobody ever discussed it.
During class one day, there was nothing going on. I can’t remember why. Everyone was just chilling and chatting. I was eavesdropping on a group of guys talking about DOTA. Kimura was behind me. He decided to finger me while I was there trying to be chill. I don’t know how none of the class was aware that he had his hand inside me. All I know is I was resting on my right hip leaning on the back of the chair like I was taking a nap, trying not to make a sound. I have a feeling one guy suspected something and asked if I’m okay. He looked like he enjoyed the look on my face. I never discussed it with him.
During a camp, the scouts in my year were organising so we had free reign at night. We slipped off to shower together. And fuck, obviously.
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So basically, I think I became this way because I felt like I needed to get this done or regret it forever. Then it became normal to meet and just go with the flow. Later on it was about how many things we could try and how many we could enjoy.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ia89gk/how_i_became_me_mf