Getting ready for school

Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee-

I groaned as I turned my alarm off before I properly knew what was going on. Aching, I tried to muster the willpower to get up. My throat hurt. My vagina hurt. My ass really hurt.

Finally, I rolled out of bed and stumbled over to my closet, noticing as I did so that I was still in my lingerie, and I remembered flopping into bed the night before, too tired to even undress. “Motherfucker,” I muttered, haphazardly stripping off the bra, panties and stockings and beginning to put on some fresh school clothes. I couldn’t be bothered with makeup.

“Are you okay?” Liam asked, looking up from his pancake stack as I shuffled into the kitchen.

“Yeah, fine.”

“What happened last night?”

“You don’t want to know.” I put a couple of slices of bread in the toaster.

“Em –”

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I stared at the toaster as if it had suddenly manifested magical properties.

I suddenly felt Liam’s arms around me. Feeling a sob rising in my chest, I buried my face in his shoulder and pulled him close. Why the hell am I crying? It was just sex, some rational part of my brain whispered, but my tear ducts didn’t care. “It’s ok,” he whispered.

I half-laughed, half-sobbed. “I enjoyed it. I loved it, I loved being fucked by them … fucking hell, I’m such a slut, I wanted it so badly.”

“Who was it?” Even in that state, I could tell there was an edge of jealousy in his voice.