My Story about my younger self
 

Hi everyone, my name is Amanda I’m in my mid-30s now and this story occurred more than 10+ years ago, it’s my darkest secret that no one knows about, one that I am supposed to bury in my mind, slowly erase and forget about it and move on with my life. However, I wasn’t able to do it even after so many years so I have decided that maybe putting it into writing and sharing it anonymously might help instead.


For my background I was the only child in my family, since young my grades have been good but it’s not because I was smart but because I studied a lot, I do not have much friends or hobbies, between schooling and the never-ending tuition lessons I spent most of my free time alone or staying at home. My parents were strict and I had to observe curfew till I entered university but I was mostly okay with it as I am someone you would describe as a modern-day nerdy girl aka 宅女.


In term of how I look I guess I’m just an average plain jane that you will find next door, one that most guy won’t even take a second look but luckily I was still blessed with a decent figure, my body is slim but I have curves at all the right places, I have B-Cup breasts but they look more like Cs due to my slender waist, I’m quite tall at about 165cm so my legs were long and smooth, its common I get a lot of attention on my legs and occasionally I even receive compliment about them. However, back then my wardrobe was pretty conservative, the shortest piece of skirt I owned was probably the skirt of my JC uniform, same goes for my shorts it’s the FBT shorts which I wore during PE lesson. Needless to say, because of this plus my introvert nature I wasn’t very popular with the guys and I hadn’t had any boyfriend before.


It was only after entering university I started paying more attention of how I dress and look, as for the first time in my life I did not need to wear school uniform anymore and actually need to plan my own outfits. At the same time, I also looked up on some online videos on how to apply basic makeup. I recalled during the freshman camp the orientation leaders “warned” us we will be getting wet so I wore those oversized sports singlet and a sports bra inside paired with a FBT shorts. I put on some makeup and braided the lower half of my long hair, the top part of my singlet was loose so some cleavage from my sports bra was showing, it was also long enough to cover my shorts giving the impression I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, I stood in front of the mirror for a final check and was satisfied with how I looked before I left.

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Camping for more sister.

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Camping here too! :)

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While making my way there I was feeling nervous, this was the first time I’m showing so much skin at a public place, its funny cause when I saw other girls wearing the same thing I thought nothing of it but it’s a different feeling when I’m wearing it myself. While on my way I slightly regretted my choice of clothes, most probably because I’m still not used to it, I tried to avoid eye contact but I could still sense some of the guys staring at me when I walk past them. Anyway, I felt more at ease once I joined the rest of the students at the orientation ground and not long after we were broken up into groups and the games started.


Prior to this I have heard stories about how “wild” freshman orientation games could get so I was mentally prepared but when the real thing started it was still too much for someone like me, during the game there was so much body and skin to skin contact with the guys. During the first two games I felt uncomfortable but as move on to other games I started having fun, I recalled in one of the game all our bodies were smeared with some sort of slimy liquid and I would cling on to the guys so tightly and I told them I don’t mind just make sure I don’t fall! During that game I could feel my waist, my thigh and sometimes even my breasts being touched by different guys several times but instead of feeling uncomfortable or awkward I found myself sort of enjoying the attention from the guys for the first time in my life.


When we were finally done for the day, my whole body was all sweaty and sticky, luckily there was a place for us to wash up and shower, while we were making our way to the shower area a guy caught up to me and asked for my number, he told me he found me really cute and was really impressed by how sporting I am. It’s another first in my life, a guy approaching me to ask for my number, I wasn’t sure how to react but I felt flattered so I exchanged number with him. While waiting for my turn to shower my mind was all about the games earlier on and for some reason my mind kept on replaying those scenes where I got a lot of physical contacts with the guys.


When it was my turn to enter the shower cubicle, I could already feel the warmth between my legs, I quickly undressed myself and when I was removing my panty I found the slimy liquid have seeped through and my pussy was all wet and sticky, using my middle finger I lightly rubbed my pussy and it triggered a jolt of pleasure throughout my whole body, I had only masturbate a handful of times before but this time it was different. Previously I was stimulating myself purely based on physical touches only, but this time while I was playing with myself when I closed my eyes, I had all these erotic thoughts of letting different guys do whatever they want with me running through my mind and very quickly I managed to orgasmed.

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Camping for more too!

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Good detailed story…hope you have the stamina to finish it and not abandon it halfway through.

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Very good start TS. Please update soon.

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It’s always that stage when exploring the opposite gender especially during the varsity orientation that is the most happening. I studied abroad in Aus and my orientation in the uni was during summer. So the outfits that the females wore were similar to TS: sports singlet with curved cut short shorts and the visible sports bra.

Being summer, our outdoor beach activities were such that everyone were in beachwear. So it’s eye candy for everyone. Yes, the girls also were checking out the guys as we were topless. Some of us just ORD from our NS so were quite fit n us guys also enjoyed the close body contact with the girls in bikinis or sports bra.

Those were the days…..

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Great start.. camping for more… upped you humble 13 points..

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This is getting to be another sexciting story n awaiting eagerly to read more juicy details from TS sis..she is a naughty girl but guess this normally happens when young girls her age are discovering themselves sexually..

Pitching tent n setting campfire to read another interesting sharing from another new young sis who just came into this forum...hv given her my 30 sweet cherries to welcome her to this forum n for her time n effort to write this story for us to read n enjoy ..up her points from 80 to 110 :)...

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Supporting!

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I bet you had quite a few encounters during orientation :D

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New camping spot :cool:

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Mmm can talk more about your experiences sister

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Hope you have other sisters like this too hahaha

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Nice start, please continue sis

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Please continue Amanda... Thank you :)

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Pitching tent here for more chapters to drop! Good start, keep it going please!

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TS pls continue with your exploration.

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Since that day I started masturbating on a regular basis, the thought of being touched by guys always turn me on, however even though I feel that way it doesn’t translate into any real life scenario, I went out once with the guy who asked for my number and nothing happened. Following that after a few more months after my university life started, I went out with another guy from the same course but there wasn’t any follow up date as well, looking back I guess I still feel shy and act awkwardly around guys when I’m alone with them. While adjusting to my university life coupled with the 1st year academic stress, I found myself slowly reverting to my old studious self and concentrated on my studies again. Time went pass quickly and my 1st year of university life zoomed by uneventfully.


I did not have much close friends during my time in university, they were more like acquaintance and the few friends I’ve made during my time in JC were the closest friends that I still kept in contact till today. Similarly to me the other three girls were all the studious and guai guai type and did not have any relationship experience before as well. After the four of us had completed JC we enrolled into different courses for our tertiary education but we still manage to find time to meet up regularly. During our 2nd year when one of the girl birthday was approaching, she suggested for four of us to go clubbing after her birthday celebration,she had even decided on which club to go already. None of us went to a club before but since it was suggested by the birthday girl we all agreed.


As the countdown to her birthday outing became closer, we were all getting a little excited in our girls group chat, we were discussing about the birthday night and especially about our first upcoming clubbing experience. I asked my other two female university mate whether they had went clubbing before and what was the experience like. Both of them told me they don’t go often but in general both of them think it’s pretty fun but it’s really subjective to the individual and your first or second clubbing experience might determine whether you like it or no, they also cautioned me that since we are only going as a group of girls we need to pay more attention to our surrounding as the guys might get handsy with us. After hearing this I wondered to myself if I will be able to attract any guys in the club?

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Few days before the date I had already decided on my outfit, before that I even look up on makeup tutorial suitable for clubbing, privately I was looking forward more to the club rather than celebrating my friend’s birthday but of course I kept that secret to myself. When the day finally arrived, I began prepping early to make sure my make up were on point, I was going for a cute and playful look with a slightly sultry vibe for the night, I wore a navy blue buttoned tank top dress which I undid the 1st button to reveal a bit of my cleavage, the top half of the dress was tight fitting which further accentuate my chest and slender waist while the lower half of the dress was loose and flowy with the hem ending a few inches above my knee thus people can get a good glimpse of my legs.


Due to muscle memory, I wore a safety short but decided to remove it before I head out, this was the first time in 3-4 years I wore a short dress without a safety short and it was quite a turn on for some reason! I tied my hair into loose ponytail which I let it rest in front of my shoulder while the rest of my bangs and fringes fall freely around my face and finally I completed my outfit with a comfortable pair of sneakers.


It was similar to previous occasion as I felt the gaze of different guys while I was making my way to meet the girls, however this time I do not feel uncomfortable instead it makes me feel more confident about myself and it was a great feeling. Anyway, that night after we finished dinner we started chilling as it was still too early to enter the club, one of our friend suggested to us that we can save some money by drinking outside since the drinks inside the club are expensive. At about 930pm we started queuing, we went to one of the most popular club 10-15 years ago and as expected it was super crowded on a Friday night. Once we were inside, we sat around a high bar table and ordered a bucket of ciders to share for the night, we chatted away while people watching, waiting for the crowd to flow onto the dance floor.


At about 1130pm the dance floor was gradually getting crowded and we were all feeling quite high and loud by now. I was feeling a little tipsier than my friends as I drank the extra bottle of cider but overall I was still considered sober, also earlier on we had discussed and agreed to make sure none of us would get super drunk just in case anything were to happen we can still take care of ourselves. Soon we decided it’s time to join everyone else at the dance floor, even though it’s all our first time it’s not difficult to dance to the music when you are tipsy enough, although I did observe how some of the other girls were dancing and tried to copy the good ones…

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Thank you for the updates!
Can't wait to find out more on what happens at the club or after...

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Very well written sis, please update soon! :)

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Camping for more TS

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A wild orgy after? :D

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camping for more updates hahaha

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Getting exciting!

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Nice story, do write more sis

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Good start sis TS. More please

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Time files while we were on the dance floor and very quickly its almost 1am and there have been 2-3 guys who were trying to dance with me, they all tried to talk to me but the music was so loud I could barely hear what they were trying to say, it was frustrating to respond to them so I did not reply them much and eventually they gave up. Throughout the night I could feel those guys body rubbing against my back but they largely kept their hands to themselves and I thought it wasn’t as bad as what my university mates shared to me. Few moments later two of my friends needed to go to the ladies so we all left the dance floor.


It was about 130am when we came out from the ladies, after we regroup my friends teased me about being popular with the guys and how they all wanted to dance with me. I played it down and told them this is considered mild because I told them I heard from my university mate when the guys are pretending to dance with you some of them would roam their hands all over your body and sometimes you could even feel their erected cock pressing against you! They looked at my in disbelief and teased me again “wah someone so experience after a few hours already”. At this point in time, I was quite pissed with my friends I told them if they don’t believe we can head back to the dance floor to try again but to my disappointment my friends said they were tired and it’s enough fun for the night and they all wanted to head back home and rest. Seriously, I was even more irritated by this decision, I thought to myself they must have felt bored because no guys were dancing with them.


I was also feeling upset partly because maybe I was expecting more “fun” but I have no choice as my friends all started booking their taxi and I reluctantly followed them out of the club. Outside the club their taxis were all arriving while I was still searching for mine, before my last friend boarded her cab she checked on me and I told her not to worry I already got a booking but the taxi was still 8-10mins away, she told me to be careful as she waved me goodbye. While I was staring down my phone at the taxi pin inching closer to my location suddenly I have this overwhelming thought of heading back to the club alone, I just had this feeling I couldn’t get out of my mind where I wasn’t completely satisfied how the night ended.


I kept watching back and forth at my phone and the entrance of the club, I was pacing up and down and finally decided fuck it, I pressed the “cancel booking” button on my phone and walked back to the entrance of the club. I thought to myself I will just go back in for 30 minutes and see what happens and if nothing interesting I would go home for sure this time. There was no line so I managed to re-enter the club immediately, while inside the club I paused for a moment and stared down at my own chest, it should be fine I tell myself as I unbuttoned the 2nd button on the top of my dress making my cleavage much more visible and even revealing bits of my black colored bra. As I was feeling super thirsty, I headed over to the bar first and ordered a small glass of cocktail which I finished it within minutes…