The birth of a slut
Lucy woke up that morning feeling groggy. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes she took in the sunlight just peeping through the curtains. Rolling over to look at the empty pillow next to her showed that Josh must have already left for work, meaning she had the house completely to herself. She slid out from between the sheets, adjusting the straps on her pyjama top as it had slipped down her arm again. ‘Stupid top,’ she thought, as she also adjusted her baby pink shorts so that they sat more...