I closed the door behind me and quickly rushed up the stairs to my room. As I passed my bed, I threw the package that I was carrying in my hands onto the bed and quickly faced the large mirror against my wall and changed out of my clothes. I crossed my arms across my waist and pulled my cropped hoodie that I was wearing over my head and threw it into my laundry basket, leaving me in front of my mirror with my breast out with only a pair of black spandex shorts that hugged my waist and ass perfectly.
I stood in front of the mirror admiring myself, a little longer than most would, and the light breeze from the air conditioning blew across my body, causing my nipples to poke out slightly. Admittedly, I was quite full of myself and was obsessed with the way I look. I had good reason though, many of the guys in my college, even the senior classmen, would always look at me and flirt with me wherever I was on campus.
I could not blame them though, how could I? When someone like me, a 5'5" tall girl with light brown hair going a little past the shoulders, a perfect sized set of breasts with just enough perkiness, a toned and flat stomach, a narrow waist that was perfect for grabbing, and an ass that seemed to be icing on the cake all walking in front of them. A walking dream girl was what some of the guys would nickname me.
"Damn, I'm hot." I thought to myself, lost in my own image. I snapped out of it and turned to my wardrobe and picked out a comfortable t-shirt and slipped it over my head. Almost everything I owned was a little revealing one way or the other, this t-shirt was also cropped short just like the hoodie and revealed most of my torso, cutting off just under the lowest part of my breast.
Walking back in front of the mirror, I looked at myself once again and noticed my nipples poked slightly through the shirt. I combed through my hair with my hands a little to fix it from any strands that had strayed off when I was changing. I gave myself one last twist and turn to admire myself and turned back around to the box that I had left on my bed.
The package I had ordered online finally came and I was so excited to receive it that I had cut my daily workout short and quickly ran home at record speeds. The package had come in a discreet and plain package with only the shipping label slapped on the side. The reason behind that and why it was important was because of what was inside of the package. A remote vibrating dildo that would secretly hum away inside of me without alerting anyone around, but it was not just any normal remote toy meant to fulfill an exhibitionist, when this toy was set to public mode and turned on, it would show up on any person's phone, anyone who had the paired application at least, and would allow them to control the vibrator. That specific feature was what I was most excited to try out.
On the surface, I was like any other innocent and pretty college freshman girl, I would do well academically, occasionally hang out with friends and socialize, and would go have a little fun at parties here and there. But the thing that most people did not know and honestly would not believe about me unless they saw it with their own eyes was that I was the biggest slut of them all. I loved the thrill of almost getting caught, the thought of someone being just a corner away from catching me getting fingered against a wall, or the thought of someone sleeping next to me while I ride away on top of someone made my mind go crazy. Other times, it was not the thrill of hiding but instead being on full display, the excitement that would fill my mind when I knew others were watching me get either railed from behind, or my throat getting fucked while I was on my knees for them would make my legs shake from the arousal.
If you could not tell already, I usually stay on the submissive side. Being used, abused, and toyed with sounded so amazing to me. I loved the idea of not being able to do or say anything or to stop someone from using me in whichever way they pleased.