Cheerfulmess

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Gender: Straight Female
Age: 22
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I Wore A Saree Without A Blouse For The College Fest

This happened about a month ago which was like a week after my previous post. I couldn't post it earlier because I had been very busy with my coursework. So continuing from last time, I kind of regretted telling the guys that I would be doing this. But I decided to keep my word and bought a saree anyway.

One of my friends helped me in selecting them as I didn't know much about them. I chose one with a thin material that was not transparent in order to keep my belly and waist visible while covering my boobs. It was a purple saree with a cyan blouse but forget about the blouse lol. Later, back in my room, I tried it out without the blouse and noticed that it showed a lot of side-boobs. But it kept my nipples covered very well, so I decided to go with it.

When the day came, I quickly dressed up and put on some light make-up and a necklace. I waited for my "girl group" to get ready because I didn't want to go alone. As soon as I walked out of my hostel's gates, I could feel several eyes on me. I quickly looked around without being obvious - some guys walking to the venue, some fruit vendors, and some guys chilling while leaning or sitting on their bikes who were just there to look at girls coming out of the gates. I felt a familiar kind of excitement as a knot formed in my stomach. I even felt my nipples become hard but thankfully, the saree was able to hide it. "Your face is flushed. Are you ok?" one of the girls asked me. Well, fuck. I guess I couldn't hide it.

But it was all just disappointing. When we reached the venue, they didn't let me enter because they found my outfit "too inappropriate". I was so fucking mad! I put so much effort into this. It was such a dumb restriction. Everyone was wearing what they wanted, wtf was wrong with this??? Some guys and male professors were staring at me, ready to "talk" to me but it never happened. Despite my requests, they didn't allow me so I had to leave.

A few guys who saw me at the entrance of the party followed me as I headed back to my hostel. I was just so annoyed and bothered by the whole thing and wanted to feel a bit better with the attention that I was getting. So I started flirting with them. They made lewd comments about my dress and my figure and that they could see my nipples. "You mean this?" I said as I pushed my saree aside a little bit as I gave them a peek.

In hindsight, I shouldn't have done that because after a while they started groping me relentlessly. I told them to keep their hands away but they didn't listen. They kept removing my cover and kept pinching my nipples.

They were so persistent that I didn't know what to do to get away from them other than by having sex with them. In the end, I just told them that I'll sneak them inside the girls' hostel and would show them 'a good time'. All the blood from their brain must've been in their dicks that they didn't even think twice before happily agreeing.

Once we were at the gate, I simply walked inside while they were stopped by the security guard. I kept walking and as they just stood there with a dumb look on their faces. Probably wondering wtf just happened. I didn't even feel like changing and going back to the party. I was so disappointed that I stayed in my room.

Soon, another lockdown was about to start, so they told us to vacate the campus. One misfortune after another. I came back to my parents' home and have been here since then. This is just sad.

For My College Fest, Should I Wear... ?

Hey, it's me again! The last confession that I posted happened a few months ago. I'm still in the same college and still teasing so many boys. I'm starting to learn Hindi as well, just to make it a bit sexier lol. If you're interested, feel free to check out my last confession lol.

Over the few months after I joined a lot has happened, which, I'll probably share in the future. By being such a whore, I basically just gave away that they could touch me anywhere and I'll probably not do anything about it.

They're freely grabbing me, placing their hands on my waist, my stomach, and on my thighs. Nothing serious as of yet but I'm kind of concerned whether it'll get to the point where I'll just be the easy lay for everyone lol. And surprisingly, I'm enjoying it a lot too. I get a lot of attention and usually make them do small favors. The part of me being treated like a whore isn't as much of a concern for me but I'm worried that my actions may actually create a bad image for other white girls who join Indian colleges or not. I do not want that to happen. It's just me that's the slut.

Anyway, I want to ask a question from you guys. There is a college fest coming up where there are lots of activities and parties and DJ night. So, I was in class, discussing this with some boys and they asked me if I'd be there. I said yeah but was being a little flirty and asked one guy what he was gonna wear.

He said he'll wear casuals and asked me the same. I just said what came to my slutty mind and said, "A saree. No blouse or bra."

All of them went dead silent. A few girls, who were sitting in front of me, turned and frowned at me. I almost laughed.

Now, I'm really considering it. It would be sooo sexy. Should I really do it?

Also, if I do end up wearing it, I'll have sex with the first guy who grabs my tits or opens my boobs in front of everyone. Lol.

I Love Teasing Random Men In College

I'm a 22 years old girl. I recently moved to India with my family due to my dad’s job. More specifically in Delhi. So, I decided to complete my college here.

At first, I was really surprised by how the guys would always stare at me and desperately try to get to know me. This was new to me and I thought it was because I hadn't been in a different country before. And let me tell you, maybe it’s just my taste, but most of them were NOT attractive at all. I don’t mean to be racist, but I’m only stating that I find many of them unattractive.

They’d try to invite me to events or hangouts and sometimes ask me out on dates. This is all normal and fine. But they even found my Instagram and Facebook when I never told anyone about it? At that point, the follow-requests kept coming and most of them were from dudes from the college. But I didn’t mind it that much.

I asked my friends who were also studying in other Indian colleges whether they had similar experiences. Some did and some didn’t. Those who could relate to it told me they hated it and would always try to walk around in groups with other girls. One pointed out that this may be because I’m a foreigner. They said that guys often chase around girls here and if it’s a white girl, they do it even more.

Now, this did creep me out a bit but I’d be lying to you if I said it didn’t make me excited to some extent. You see, I’m kind of a pervert. I started wearing skimpy clothes whenever outside my dorm room to catch the boys staring at my body.

One day, when a guy asked me to hang out with him, I decided to wear a low-cut spaghetti top without a bra. The material wasn’t see-through so it was fine being braless. But it was quite loose and was held by very thin straps on my shoulders showing a lot of cleavage. As soon as I got out wearing that, all the guys started staring at me and I had butterflies in my stomach.

I met the guy who wanted to hang out and as soon as he saw me, he couldn’t stop after seeing my outfit. We walked around, inside the campus, just talking, and he kept glancing at my boobs. Seeing him look away whenever I caught him staring was pretty amusing. And whenever we walked past a group of boys, I’d pretend to adjust my strap and pull it away from my boobs, to try to give them a glimpse of my nipples. I was pretty turned on at this point, so I went back to my room and made love to my fingers.

But the most daring and perverted thing I did, which kind of still scares me whenever I think about it, is when I was walking to the washroom through the corridor. It was almost empty because classes were going on. This was several months after joining. So I already had a reputation of being showy. I was wearing a very short skirt and there were a bunch of guys, just chilling by the lockers between me and the washroom.

They all looked at me at once. It was clear that they knew me, or about the things I do. But I didn’t know them. When I reached them, they greeted me and I greeted back politely. But then they asked me where I was going. It was a weird question since I didn’t even know them but a naughty thought occurred to me. I said, “To the washroom. I’m feeling very sticky...”

They didn’t understand what I meant and I kept walking toward the door. When I reached the door, I looked at them and removed my panties from under my skirt right in front of them, and quickly went inside while hearing cheers of excitement from behind me.

I was already so wet that I entered one of the cubicles and fingered myself into bliss.

As I said before, this memory still scares me but it also never fails to excite me thinking about what could have happened if they decided to follow me inside.