Sandra is Different Pt. 01

She may not want to get 'involved' with, nor spend time with other people, she may even be a Loner, but she still has a lot of fun.

Part 1

Hi, my name is Sandra and I am different to most women. I've been told that I am anti-social, a bit of a recluse, an introvert, and I tend to agree with those assessments.

As I was growing up I realised that I had great difficulty making friends. I watched other girls talking to other girls that they hadn't met before but I had no desire to talk to srangers, I didn't want to know them. I was okay talking to girls or boys who I was 'forced' to talk to and had sort of got used to, like classmates, but I never really became friends with any of them, no sleepovers and no party invites.

This never bothered me as I was quite happy with my own company and that of the family cat and dog. It's fair to say that I enjoyed the company of those pets more than I did of other kids.

Both mum and dad did their best to 'encourage' me to make friends but it never really happened and they even considered taking me to see a shrink but I kept telling them that I was happy the way I was, which I was.

As a result of this, when, at the ripe old age of 18, I went university still a virgin. I had read online lots about university life and I was looking forward to getting rid of my virginity without much conversation and no emotional attachment. I'd read about Glory Holes on the internet and I was hoping to find one where I could sneak in, suck a cock or get fucked, then sneak out never having seen the face of the man or spoken to him.

The first few weeks at uni were somewhat difficult for me. I didn't have any problems with the other students on the same course because I could just go to class, do my work and talk when necessary, then not see then until the next class.

The same couldn't be said for the other 5 students in the same accommodation as me, they were all probably great people but they all wanted to make new friends, which of course I didn't. I spent more time in my room, on my own, than with all of the others combined.

I soon realised that the freedom of being at university and living, essentially, on my own, gave me some freedom that I didn't have at home, and that gave my brain the opportunity to think a lot more about my fantasies and the new opportunities that had opened up to me. I started thinking about sex and my body a lot more than I ever had before.

One day I realised that the idea of showing my naked body to male students, tutors and men in general was appealing to me. It was turning me on, making my pussy very wet. With my new freedom I decided that I was going to explore the side of my character that I never realised I had. I was going to flash my naked body with no, or very little, chance of repercussions or reprisals. I wondered if this new side of me had something to do with my upbringing.

Going back in time to living with my parents, my parents were never the controlling type, nor were they prudish in any way. It was quite common for any of us to wander around the house in just our underwear, and sometimes less, and no one thought anything of it.

Of course I'd had 'that talk' with my mother, and the lessons at school and I'd got interested in sex, and I did the things in bed on my own that I'm sure all teenage girls do, but I really wanted to lose my virginity. Unlike all the other girls at school, if the stories that I overheard were true, I just never had the opportunities to become a 'full' woman until I went to university, nor did I have the chance to explore my other kink.

As I'm sure you are aware, parties are a big thing at universities and I did go to them with the intention of attracting men so that I could lose my virginity and have lots of sex. My intention was to get them into bed, fuck, then leave without giving them my address or phone number, or a false one if pushed.

One thing that I did do whilst still at home was to change the way that I dressed as I got older. I liked the short skirts and low cut tops that the other girls my age wore and I managed to get my parents to let me keep up with the fashion, even though I didn't go out much, to feel good wearing them or to show them off to the boys that I was scared to talk to but wanted them to fuck me.

What did make me feel good when I did go out was when I was able to roll the top of my skirt so that it was really short and I could feel the wind on my knickers and that made me feel nice. I think that doing that was a substitute for not being able to find a boy to have sex with.

Going to university gave me the opportunity to go further with the way I dress, to look like a slut with ultra short skirts and baggy, low-cut tops, not that I have any sort of cleavage, but it does give me the opportunity to bend over so that guys can see my tits down my tops.

Anyway, I think that now would be a good time to describe myself just so that you don't think I'm some grossly over-weight, ugly girl. Actually, I'm quite slim, almost skinny but with the traditional girl's hourglass figure. My dad embarrassed me a few months ago when he told me that I had a cute little bubble butt. Comparing what I see in a mirror with other girls at school and then university I think that I'm pretty average or maybe a bit skinnier than average, average height with light brown hair, although I do have small tits, only a 32AA. When my breasts first started developing my mum bought me a training bra but after a couple of weeks I decided that I didn't like bras and decided not to wear one until I had breasts that needed some support. Mum was happy with that and the training bra was consigned to my underwear draw never to come out again because my tits never grew bigger than an 'AA' cup and the only bra type top that I ever wear is a bikini top when I go swimming. Oh, and I have long, light brown hair that I usually wear in a ponytail.

Jumping forward to my new life as an undergraduate, lots of the other girls at university often wore skirts that were so short that they often gave the boys and tutors a glimpse of their knickers and I was pleasantly shocked when I accidentally noticed a couple of girls who weren't wearing knickers under their very short skirts.

When I saw my first commando girl I started to think what it would be like to go commando myself and it didn't take much courage for me to do it myself and the thrill that it gave me was something that I'd never experienced before and I swore that I'd do it every day.

The girls that I saw flashing their pussies were newbies like me, at Freshers week and before my course actually started I had started wearing only my shortest skirts with no knickers underneath. I'd also been to one party that my flatmates persuaded me to go to but I soon realised that all the boys there were taking the opportunity to spend their subsistence loans on booze and having no repercussions from their parents. The only good looking ones were too pissed to be able to give me what I wanted so I left early and went straight to bed where my fingers got to work.

Once my course started I saw a couple of guys in my group that were cute and I could easily have jumped into bed with them but they were in the same tutoring group as me so I put them off-limits for sex but that didn't stop me from letting them see up my skirts or down my tops when the opportunities arose.

Oh, I haven't mentioned that I have a great dislike of pubic hair and I kept it trimmed short when I lived with my parents but when I moved to university I got rid of it altogether and I've been shaving everywhere below my neck just about every day since. When my finances improve I'm going to get it removed permanently with laser treatment.

Life with my flatmates continued with me avoiding them as much as possible and when I had to talk with them it was always in short and to the point conversations.

I was happy, hardly ever having to talk to anyone.

It was only a week before I was invited to another party and I put on my shortest skirt and thinnest tank top and went with the others, one of the boys commenting that it must have been cold as we walked from one block of student accommodation to another. You see my nipples were making not so little tents in my top.

What I neglected to mention earlier was that I have huge nipples for the size of my tits and they, and my areolae are much darker than the rest of my skin. With me never wearing a bra they become quite prominent when I have a thin top on, especially as my little tits are very conical in shape and very pointy. Boys that have seen my tits tell me that they are like ice cream cones or miniature traffic cones.

On the subject of protrusions, I have one between my legs as well. My clit is also quite big and too big for the little hood that fails to hide it, something that makes it easy for my fingers to make me cum. The other thing about my pussy is that I only have a very thin layer of that fatty tissue on my pubis and my inner labia just never grew out from inside my outer labia. It's like my pussy just never developed properly, just like my tits, apart from my clit that is and it does stick out from between my outer labia, all the time. My hood is just incapable of hiding it.

Sorry, I digressed, the party. I was pleasantly surprised to see that no one was drunk or high on weed or pills or whatever and my very short skirt and headlights attracted the attention of quite a few boys. I quickly dismissed the ones that I didn't fancy and made a special effort to talk to the first cute one that did try to hit on me.

Maybe someone had told him that uni girls who wore very short skirts and no bras were easy to get into bed because it wasn't long before his hands started wandering and I didn't stop them.

When one of his hands discovered that I was knickerless his fingers were soon opening my pussy lips and rubbing my clit; and I was loving it. I was stood leaning back on a wall and he was stood beside me with one hand up the back of my skirt and I had spread my legs a bit so that he had easy access to me.

I was soon having my first orgasm in public although I don't think that anyone other than that boy and me knew it. But I loved it. It was a strong one, so strong that I vowed to have more orgasms in public, with or without the help of a boy.

The guy was good with his fingers and he brought me to a second orgasm before he invited me back to his room which turned out to be a bit of a dump but it had a bed with cleanish sheets and we were both soon naked and fucking like rabbits.

Ethan (his name) didn't know that he was taking my cock virginity and there was no bolt of pain when he first entered me, my hymen having been broken by a cucumber a long time before. Of course I knew about cocks going soft after they had ejaculated and it happened but I didn't want that to be the end of it so I gave my first blowjob to bring it back to life before we were at it again.

That happened twice more before Ethan finally fell asleep and I quietly left. He had never asked me for my name nor my phone number and I didn't offer or leave them. All I left for him was what I hoped was a memory that was as good as the one that I had.

Back in my room I was very pleased with myself, two firsts and a desire to repeat both experience over and over again.

Oh, in case you are wondering, on my first day at university I went to the medical centre and got one of those contraceptive implants in my arm. There was no way that I wanted to get pregnant and the woman there told me that there was a good chance that my periods would stop (which they did), and that turned out to be a bonus for me. Also at the medical centre there was a big box of condoms with a sign saying 'Help Yourself' so I got a big handful and stuffed them into my bag.

I went to sleep that night a very happy Sandra with my fingers toying with my clit between my spread legs.

*****

I started going to more parties, sometimes ones that I wasn't invited to but had overheard people talking about. I figured (correctly) that no one would refuse entry to a reasonable looking girl wearing very little, ans often carry some booze, and at about half of them I'd find a guy that I fancied and we'd end up in his bedroom having a good fucking session.

At one of the parties when I was pretending to be a bit drunk (I found that pretending to be half drunk helps break the ice for some of the guys), one of the guys there started daring the girls there to take their clothes off. Some just took their outer layer off and a few stripped to their knickers but I was the only girl who got completely naked and I spent a couple of hours like that before I hooked-up with a guy and went back to his room which turned out to be in the same building so I went there wearing only my shoes and carrying my dress. Again I crept out once he had fallen asleep not leaving my real name or phone number.

Going to those parties was turning out to be a great way of getting my sexual cravings without any attachments.

One of the parties that I had overheard about, and gone to, turned out to be a guys only party. I'd misheard them talking about a games night and assumed that they meant party games not electronic games so when I knocked on the door and was let in I was faced with half a dozen guys all wondering what the hell a girl was doing there.

When I said that I thought that I'd made a mistake and gone to the wrong address, the guys begged me to stay (possibly because of how little I was wearing and the booze in my hands), inviting me to play their electronic games. As I was telling them that I don't play electronic games I was thinking about being the only girl there with half a dozen guys.

"Stay and talk to us when we're not actually playing." One guy said.

"We promise not to get you drunk or rape you." Another said.

My brain was working hard trying to decide what to do. After a minute or so of silence I replied,

"Well okay then, but at the first sign of any of you doing anything that I don't like I'm leaving, and I must warn you that I have a Black Belt in Karate."

That got a few comments and promises to be good.

I wasn't lying about the Black Belt, right from an early age my father took me to Karate lessons and over the years I got quite good at it. Amongst other things I learnt self-defence and I was confident that if any man attacked me I could put him in hospital if I wanted to.

My dad also took me to swimming lessons because the school ones were rubbish. The lessons were in a privately owned pool that had separate male / female changing rooms but as usually happens when just one parent takes a child to swimming lessons the child changes in their parents designated changing room. That meant that I always got changed and showered in the men's changing room.

I never thought anything of it, even when I got older and started to notice the difference between girls and boys. Often when I was getting showered after my lesson boys and sometimes men would be changing and showering at the same time. With my family not having any hang-ups about clothes the idea that getting changed and showing in the men's changing room just felt natural and I never thought anything about it. Even when my chest started to develop little bumps on it.

I often think back and wonder just how old and how developed I would have got going on like we did, before one of the swimming instructors asked if I would enter a swimming competition. My dad and I talked about it and decided that if I was good enough to enter a swimming competition I was obviously a competent swimmer and didn't need lessons any more, and we stopped going.

I digress again, back to the party. Those guys who weren't actually playing started talking to me and offering me drinks. When I told them that I didn't drink alcohol I lied, my parents let me drink wine and beer at home. As I was saying that I didn't drink, my brain was developing a plan. I let them persuade me to have a beer, my plan being to quickly act like I was drunk and at least let them see me naked.

My pussy was starting to get wet as my brain considered a few possibilities..

With some encouragement, my first beer disappeared quite quickly and as a second one appeared in my hand I started to pretend that the alcohol was getting to me. By the time the second bottle was empty I was still very sober but pretending that I was drunk.

I started sitting very lazily with my knees drifting apart letting the guys see that I was knickerless and a bit wet.

As the contents of a third bottle of beer was going down my throat I heard some whispering about a gang-bang and my pussy got even wetter. I'd read about gang-bangs and I'd watched a few videos online and each time that I watched one my pussy begged for attention as I imagined myself in the 'victims' position.

For a couple of seconds I questioned what I was doing but those doubts soon disappeared as my nipples and clit got harder and my vagina leaked some more.

My pretending to be drunk got more real, I started slurring my speech a little and flopping about on the armchair some more.

"Phew, it's hot in here." I said and got the response that I wanted.

"Why don't you take some of those clothes off?" One of the guys asked.

"Oh, I err, I am only wearing this top and this skirt, I shouldn't take them off, you'll see me naked."

By that time the electronic games had stopped and all six guys were round me.

"Don't you worry your little head about that Suzie (the name that I'd given them), we've all seen naked girls before." One of the guys said.

"Are you sure?" I asked, "it is hot in here and if you're sure that none of you will be upset? I don't want any of you calling the police and getting me charged with indecent exposure."

"There's absolutely zero chance of that happening." Another guy said.

"Are youuuuu suuuuuuuure." I replied.

By then my heart was pounding. I knew that I was about to get totally naked in front of half a dozen guys that I'd only met minutes ago.

"Sure." a guy said, "It's no big deal, we've all got sisters that we've seen naked hundreds of times."

I knew that he was lying but I continued,

"I don't know if I can take my clothes off, I think that one of you put something in that beer because I feel really funny."

"No we didn't." Half of the guys said, then one continued,

"You're just not used to drinking alcohol but don't worry, we'll look after you Suzie, no harm will come to you here, we are all gentlemen."

I giggled the said,

"Can one of you help me, this top is so tight."

Six guys stepped forward but only two of them managed to get their hands on the hem of my top. Two more hands grabbed my hands and pulled me forward off the back of the chair so that my top could go up and off.

I giggled and said,

"Don't look at my little titties guys."

"No we won't." A couple of them lied.

Within seconds I was topless with six guys staring at me. I made a half-hearted attempt to cover my tits but my big nipples were sticking through my fingers and I did nothing to hide them.

I lay back on the chair and said,

"That's a bit berrer but I'm still warm." I said.

"Do you want us to take your skirt off Suzie?"

"Yeah, please, that might cool me down. Can I have another beer please, a cold one?"

The tingling got stronger and my pussy got wetter as hands went to the waist band of my skirt. It was a denim one with a stud and a little zip and fingers quickly unfastened those then went to the sides and started pulling. All they did to start off with was to lift my butt off the chair and I giggled as the hands finally moved to the hem and pulled.

"Don't look at my pussy." I said as my bald pubis then my shiny slit became exposed.

"Wow." I heard one guy say, "look at that clit."