decadent days in college

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My name is Xiaofang. I'm a girl who appears quiet on the surface but is actually quite flirtatious inside—the kind people call a "closet pervert." I like to fantasize about erotic things during class, I like to secretly expose myself in front of an audience, and I like to have wild sex with strangers in the wild. I always have a strange exhibitionist tendency.

Everything happens for a reason, and I wasn't born an exhibitionist. The first time was due to an accident. That day, I was wearing a t-shirt and white sweatpants when I went out. Suddenly, I felt unwell in my stomach; my intuition told me I was going to have diarrhea, and it was urgent.

I rushed to the nearest toilet, but the moment I reached it, it felt like the sky was falling and everything came out – a stench assaulted my nostrils. I quickly found a secluded spot and locked myself inside. Suddenly, I saw a large yellow stain showing through my white pants. I froze, unsure what to do. After a few minutes, I came to my senses, took off my pants and underwear, and laid them on the floor. I listened carefully outside; there seemed to be no movement. I opened the door, checked that no one was there, and quickly ran to the tap. I lifted my t-shirt and rinsed the stain from my buttocks and legs. After washing myself clean, I hurried back into the toilet, secretly relieved that no one had seen me.

Looking back at the mess on the floor, I felt utterly lost. Looking at myself again, I realized my t-shirt reached just above my buttocks, covering my pubic hair. Thinking it was getting dark, I figured it would be fine to go back like this, so I stuffed my dirty pants and underwear into the toilet tank and left.

Walking outside, thankfully there weren't many people on the road. Aside from passing cars, I didn't encounter many pedestrians. A cool breeze almost lifted my clothes, and I instinctively pulled them back up. I felt a cool, refreshing breeze on my vaginal opening—it felt comfortable and itchy. If I weren't afraid of being seen, I would have scratched it.

When I reached the school gate, I realized I was in trouble. There were many students there, and the streetlights were on. While I hesitated, I noticed several male classmates coming from behind me. I thought, "I absolutely can't let them see me like this," so I gritted my teeth and walked through the gate. Since I couldn't turn back anyway, I tried to walk with an air of nonchalance. Some people noticed me, but they didn't seem to laugh at my embarrassment. Instead, they looked at me with admiration, probably thinking, "This person is so fashionable and beautiful." Thinking about my relatively long legs, I felt increasingly confident as I walked.

When I got back to the dorm, thankfully my roommates weren't there. I quickly went to the bathroom to take care of myself and then went to bed. Lying in bed, I couldn't fall asleep, thinking about what happened during the day. It felt both ridiculous and exciting. As I thought about it, I felt like I was having a wet dream, and then I

finally drifted off to sleep. Later, I paid special attention on campus and occasionally saw girls walking around in very short shorts, similar to what I had seen that day. I didn't notice any other students giving me strange looks, and a weight was finally lifted from my heart.

Maybe I'm just naturally inclined to exhibitionism. After that incident, I couldn't concentrate in class, constantly thinking about it, even having thoughts of exposing myself in front of the whole school. Slowly, I finally succumbed to the temptation and began to systematically expose myself.

At 11 PM, I wore a dress with nothing underneath and went out alone. I went to the garden behind the teaching building, and after making sure no one was around, I took off the dress. It was the first time I'd been completely naked in public, and I felt so nervous and excited. I hid in the garden, too scared to come out, enjoying the feeling of the breeze on my body. I looked at the teaching building; the lights in my classroom were still on. Thinking that there were still people studying inside, I felt an involuntary urge, and I felt aroused, a slippery, and comfortable sensation. I stayed there until 1 AM, then put on my clothes and went home.

From then on, I went to the garden behind the teaching building almost every day to expose myself for a while. One time, while I was enjoying the pleasure of the breeze on my body, a boy suddenly walked by. I quickly hid. The boy got less than a meter away from me, but he didn't see me.

Seeing him unzip his pants and pull out his penis, I realized I'd only ever seen men's penises in pictures online; this was the first time I'd ever seen a real one. Watching him masturbate, I knew he was doing it. Watching him stroke himself, I felt a surge of desire and started touching my own genitals.

His pace quickened, and suddenly a stream of white fluid spurted out, filling the air with a pungent, intoxicating smell. After he stopped, he didn't put his penis away; instead, he started urinating, even soaking my clothes which were lying among the flowers. I wanted to stop him, but I was naked and couldn't.

He seemed quite satisfied as he left, unaware that a naked woman was watching him. The thought made me laugh. Suddenly, I realized my clothes were wet—how was I supposed to put them back on? I quietly slipped out of the garden, looked around, and seeing no one, decided to just walk back.

Feeling adventurous, I actually walked naked through campus in the middle of the night. I tried to stay close to the side of the road and thankfully made it through unscathed without encountering anyone. When I got to the dormitory, I was afraid of turning on the motion-activated lights in the hallway, so I went in barefoot. All my roommates were asleep, and since everyone had curtains around their beds, no one saw me naked. I

didn't sleep another night. I kept thinking about that lewd man and how I walked back naked. Suddenly, I had a strong urge to have sex with a man. Remembering I was still a virgin, I decided to give myself to someone else and then I could let go and indulge myself.

I chose a time when there was a large lecture in the auditorium, with many classes together. While everyone else sat in the front row, I found a seat in the back corner against the wall. The teacher was lecturing energetically, but the students below gradually started to fall asleep, with only a few paying attention. I knew my chance had come.

I tossed my skirt onto the seat. Having planned this beforehand, I wasn't wearing underwear. I took out some tissues from my bag and placed them on the table. Everything was ready. I touched my vulva and found it was a little wet. I moistened it with some saliva and started touching it. The more I touched it, the slipperier it became, feeling a lot of moisture; a large area under my buttocks was wet.

I tried to insert my finger a little, but each time it hurt a bit, so I didn't dare go any deeper. Then I thought, if I didn't overcome this hurdle, I wouldn't be able to continue with my other crazy ideas, so I gritted my teeth and pushed my finger in forcefully. It hurt a little, but not too much. When I pulled my finger out, I saw blood on it.

I knew I had succeeded. My vagina throbbed slightly. I didn't dare continue. I wiped the blood from the vaginal opening with tissues. I used a lot of tissues before the bleeding slowly stopped. Suddenly, I saw everyone standing up, so I quickly left through the side door, leaving blood on the chair and the floor, along with many tissues used for wiping.

For the next few days, I behaved myself. After resting for about a week, I resumed my activities. I went to the garden behind the building again, took off my clothes, lay on the ground, and started masturbating while looking at the lights upstairs. It was quite a pleasurable experience. After several orgasms, going back naked in the dark became a daily ritual. I longed to have sex with a man, but I didn't have a boyfriend. I couldn't just grab anyone off the street. I decided to create an accident. My class teacher, Mr. Lin, was physically strong and handsome. I wanted to make him my first man. He liked to come to the school to swim at night, and the changing room was where I would make my move.

The changing rooms for men and women were separated by only one wall. I saw him enter the men's changing room, waited a while, and heard the sound of water. Confirming that it was just the two of us, I immediately took off my clothes, rinsed myself quickly, and started yelling for help. Sure enough, Mr. Lin responded immediately, asking what was wrong with the student inside.

I told him I had a leg cramp and couldn't move, and that I was all alone inside, so he asked for help. When Mr. Lin heard this, he rushed in. In his haste, he came over wearing only a towel, revealing his muscular body. I pretended to be in a lot of pain. Mr. Lin saw that I wasn't wearing any clothes and tried to find something to cover myself up, but how could I let him find it?

He came over and started massaging my legs. I cooperated, pretending that I could move them slowly. Watching him massage so earnestly, I thought to myself, "Haha, didn't expect I was just playing a trick on you!" Just then, the woman who was locking the door came in and called out, "Is anyone in there?" But Mr. Lin was in the women's changing room, so how could she make a sound?

I pretended that my leg was still in pain. Suddenly, the door clicked shut. My plan was half successful. The two of us were locked naked in a small space of only a few square meters, with just a few faucets and a leather bed. At this point, I pretended that my leg was better. Mr. Lin turned his back and said, "Looks like we'll have to spend the night here."

I told Mr. Lin that my clothes were in the lockers outside the changing room and that it was cold. He thought for a moment and handed me his towel. I put on the towel, which still had his body heat, and looked at his bare back. I really wanted to rush over and hug him, but reason told me that I could only outsmart him and not take the initiative.

So I started chatting with him. From our conversation, I learned that his wife had been studying abroad for six months. I thought to myself, "I don't believe you can resist tonight!" I pretended to be very cold, though I was actually quite cold. I told Teacher Lin, "I'm still cold, I'm afraid I'll get another cramp." Teacher Lin thought for a moment and said, "Then I'll lie on the leather bed and you can lean against me from behind.

" I did as he said, pressing myself against him from behind. I pressed very tightly, my soft breasts against his back, my pubic hair against his buttocks. I felt he was still a man, but since he'd encountered this wicked woman, it was hard not to give in. I pretended to tremble, rubbing my breasts and pubic hair against him, and I could feel him becoming somewhat uncomfortable.

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