House rules

The days after her night with Darren blurred together for Sylvie. She had been sexting him almost every day, sending flirty messages and even a few risqué photos the girls had encouraged her to take. One night, alone in the spare room, she had rubbed her clit to an image of his dick, coming hard while thinking about him. The guilt was there, but the excitement was stronger.

One afternoon, the girls sat her down in the living room. Courtney lit a cigarette and passed one to Sylvie, who took it without hesitation now.

“Right, Syl,” Courtney said. “We’ve been thinking. You’re here most of the time anyway. It’s time we set some proper house rules.”

Jade nodded. “Yeah. You’re one of us now. No more posh shit.”

Charlotte grinned. “Rule one: you dress chavvy at all times. No more boring clothes. Crop tops, tracksuits, short skirts. Show off that body.”

Courtney continued. “Rule two: you smoke with us. At least a few cigs a day. You’re already getting good at it.”

“Rule three,” Jade added, “you tell us everything about your dates with Darren. And you see him at least twice a week.”

Charlotte finished with a laugh. “And rule four: you start acting like a proper chav. Belch, fart, eat like us. No more stuck-up manners.”

Sylvie stared at Courtney for a moment, then let out a large, wet fart. The sound echoed in the room. She grinned and said, “How’s that for posh, you slag?”

The girls burst out laughing. Courtney clapped her hands. “Fucking hell, Syl! That’s the spirit!”

Jade and Charlotte cheered. Sylvie felt a strange rush of pride. She was starting to fit in.

The girls spent the rest of the day watching TV, smoking, and teaching Sylvie more slang and chav habits. She belched loudly after drinking cider, and the girls praised her for it. She even let out another fart without covering it, and they laughed approvingly.

By evening, Sylvie was starting to feel more comfortable in her new role. The guilt was still there, but it was getting quieter.