A better destination

Glancing at my house, I realized that I didn't want to go home yet. The night had been so exciting so far, and I was still just beginning to understand the slutty heights I could propel myself to. Here I was, thoroughly fucked by more cocks than I could count, wearing a catholic schoolgirl outfit a pornstar would balk at, and eager to discover just how slutty an 18-year-old cockwhore could be. Why would I go home now?

Hiding behind a bush to keep anyone from seeing me, (at least, before I was ready for them to!), I ran through a mental list of places I could go. I could easily call my Dad and tell him I was studying with a friend, he'd never know the difference. Which opened up the door to a world of possibilities...

My friend Sarah had always been a hot little piece of ass. Not quite a gutterslut like me, I thought with a wicked grin, but maybe she could be persuaded... She'd only ever slept with a couple of guys, but I was such a prude that she'd seemed like a wild child at the time. We'd practiced kissing one night at a sleepover, but we'd never done anything else. She'd once told me that I had "blowjob lips," a comment that had scandalized me at the time but that now made my pussy tingle... Besides, my encounter with Denise had piqued my interest, and after all that cock I was aching to lick another pussy. She was probably asleep by now. I could sneak in, slip into her bed, and show her how a real slut acts...

Thinking of Sarah brought my attention to her older brother, Jake. Jake was a swimmer, and it showed. He was kind of a "nice guy:" Sarah had told me he'd only ever slept with one girl, an arrogant bitch he'd dated for two years. They'd recently broken up, after he'd found out she'd cheated on him. He was really sweet, and was taking it kind of hard. It might be fun to help him get a **** fuck, and show his bitchy ex what she was missing...

A particularly dirty thought popped into my mind then: who knows, maybe I won't have to choose between those two... Fucking both Sarah and her brother at the same time was exactly the kind of slutty behavior that was starting to get me all worked up.

Then again, there were plenty of other options. Teachers, classmates, cheerleaders, jocks, all were beginning to seem like juicy targets. The Phi-Kaps seemed to know how to have a good time, maybe I should just walk up to the door of the house and present myself as the evening's entertainment...

So many options, whatever is a slut to do?