Confessions Of The ‘Class Slut’ In A Male Dominated Engineering Class

May 7, 2019 | No Comments » | Topics: Life Experiences

Being in the computer engineering field, I’m used to a certain difference in the number of guys to girls in my classes. Even in my first basic programming course there was like 100 guys to maybe 15 girls before a few of them dropped and we ended up with like 10 finishing the course.

A couple months ago, when I walked into Intro to Software Engineering, I saw… well, I saw a room full of 49 guys. And then there was me. Some of the guys I had taken classes with before and I knew, many were new faces.

Now, my other classes this semester have been more fairly balanced, but for the past couple of months every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday I have to be in a room for three hours with some of the thirstiest, horniest guys on campus, all focusing their attention on me. And I’ve been loving teasing every single one of them. Sometimes I even make their dreams come true.

I admit, being a (relatively) attractive girl that’s into nerdy shit really inflated my ego from middle school on. If I didn’t have a whole childhood’s worth of family trouble and abusive, traumatic relationships I would probably be insufferable (maybe I am already, oh god). I thought I was used to the attention from the guys, from being the only girl on the math club in middle school and being group touched in the hotel room during a competition to being convinced to join the Gaming Club in high school with my boyfriend to be something he showed off as he made me suck him off in front of the club.

Nothing, though, nothing compares to the attention I get being the only girl in Intro to Software Engineering, Spring 2019.

And it all started innocently enough – I thought I was just going to enjoy being the center of attention, indulge in my little haven of being desired, tease my way through the guys and enjoy myself. It was empowering. But it’s developed into bit more than that. I’ve developed a bit of an unhealthy addiction to being the slut of the group. I am addicted to pleasing awkward, nerdy cock. My reputation has spread slightly, and I need to dial it back I think.

At my core, I’m a numbers girl. I love data, almost as much as I love sucking the cum out of a cock. And here’s what the numbers say:

41: The number of guys from this class who have added me on Instagram or Facebook and have sent me some thirsty, creepy, or honestly genuinely sweet message hitting on me. That’s 82% of the class.

12: The number of different guys I’ve had sex with that take this class

20: The number of different guys that I have made cum in some way with some kind of -job.

24: The number I want to get that 20 count up to (half of the class, that’s pretty good, right?) before this class ends.

3: The number of weeks I have until this course ends.

7: The number of distinct places on campus I’ve done something with a guy from this class (I count “their room” as just one place across all guys).

4: The number of guys that I genuinely liked well enough that I hung out with multiple times.

7: The most number of guys who have been in the same room as me topless.

4: The most number of guys I’ve made cum in one night through whatever means.

336: The approximate dollar value in terms of lingerie I’ve given away as a sexy little trophy for some guys.

0: The number of times I’ve worn a bra to class since February 18th.



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