The Sweet Release of Slutdom
She was brand new to this sort of thing, at least in person. She had watched them on her phone, in the dark, when she was alone. She had read about them, a lot. She had thought about them much more than a lot. In fact, it had become a bit of an obsession of late. It was interfering with her work and her graduate classes. She couldn't afford to lose her job or her grades, so she decided to work on her obsession. After about a month of trying to ignore it she was on probation at work and her grades were tanking. That wasn't going to work. She got really upset about it one night at the pub. After having way too many margaritas she started talking to this really nice guy at the bar, and it just slipped out. Everything. Every last detail. She hadn't planned to tell anyone, but it happened, and she was very glad she didn't really remember his response, and even more glad that she hadn't written down her number for him. She was certain of that. No pen was held.