In my everyday life, my friends see me as a dedicated, responsible, academically inclined prude. They’ve never known me to go on a date, I’ve turned down multiple guys in favor of studying, and I present the very image of an ambitious, highly feminist overachiever. This is very deliberate on my part, but inside, I’m nothing but an eager cumdump. During Thanksgiving Break of my freshman year of college, I was particularly feeling slutty. You see, I had played the good girl for a couple of months to establish a solid, quiet reputation. Secretly; however, I was planning a dirty little outing to celebrate acing my midterms. Just as most of my classmates were out of town.
After saying goodbye to my roommates and pretending to go home myself, I rented out a car and drove across the state to a very large, highly trafficked truck stop. I was wearing a cute, cross-strap sundress and short wedges. I didn’t look like a whore, I was dressed like any other college girl on break if not for the fact that I wore nothing underneath. I don’t even remember feeling very nervous!