I look back on my first year at university mostly with pride. I think, for my own sanity, the depraved things I got up to have become almost like a separate entity, that it wasn’t really me who was capable of acting like that. I would like you to note, dear reader, that all of the people in this story lived in the same accommodation as myself in first year.
I arrived at university as a virgin. Everyone in my dorm came for a group meeting once everyone was unpacked and settled in. I was pretty intent on losing my virginity as quickly as possible, so I scanned the room for guys who I found attractive. Several met my carnal desires. About halfway through the year, I acted on them. It was a mid-week club night, so naturally I went with something minimalist. I squeezed my petite figure into a ridiculously tight mini leather dress, which accentuated my waist, bum, and tits quite satisfactorily. Underneath I wore a matching two piece, a black, see-through lace bra which left my button-esque nipples looking pert and ready. Clearly, I was aware of where my mind had already decided to go that night. My new friend (let’s call her Andie) knocked on my door, saying it was time to go. I slipped my heels on as I left.