Everyone who knows me from college sees me as the nice, wholesome, quiet girl. The innocent one in the group. My classmates would tease me for it or encourage me to get out of my shell by suggesting that I go to events “hey there might be a nice guy for you there” “why don’t you join university events or clubs” “that guy’s innocent and nice just like you, you two would hit it off!” but I politely decline usually, telling them I’m just ‘too shy’ or maybe next time?
I loved being able to do all the adventurous, slutty things that I wanted in secret knowing that my peers had zero clue. I’d do presentations with my frazzled hair in front of a class with soaked panties because I’d just been fucked in a hair-pulling doggystyle in the car before class and I had no time to change or I’d be late. In time, hair would be a giveaway sign that I’d just had my dick appointment so either a brush or a cute beanie had to suffice as a solution.