Bright red lingerie, and a note

Red lingerie? How did they even have time to buy this? I quickly checked to make sure no one was looking over my shoulder, then examined the contents more carefully: a lacy bra, matching panties and stockings. A set of fucking stockings. Great.

“Hey, Em, are you coming to class or not?” Chrissie asked.

“Yeah, gimme a sec,” I said; I’d just noticed a sliver of paper amongst the fabric.

“Fine.”

I ignored her, inspecting the note. In spidery-but-neat handwriting, it said:

9pm. 3/13. 34 Yew Avenue.

I recognised the address, but not perfectly. A fair few people from school lived in that area, but I couldn’t remember who lived where. A sudden rush of nervousness washed over me. Fuck, am I really going to do this?

“Em,” Chrissie said.

“Yeah.” I shoved the note back in the package and shut my locker. Fucking hell, that was tonight, I thought as I followed Chrissie to Drama class. I mentally checked my diary – I had soccer training after school until 6, and I’d need a shower after that, but it was doable. If I wanted to.

“So, are you gonna tell me what’s going on?” Chrissie asked as we entered the classroom. She shyly brushed a loose lock of hair behind her ear.

“I got fucked,” I whispered, grinning.

“And? Who was the lucky guy?” I tapped the side of my nose, and Chrissie rolled her eyes. “Come on, what’re the deets?”

“Okay, okay, I’m not gonna tell you who it was, but we did it, like …” I quickly counted up the ‘encounters’ I’d had with Liam that weekend. “Five times. Jeez, only five?” I muttered to myself. “But I gave him a lap dance, and one of those he came on my face.”

Her eyebrows raised in surprise. “Wow. Is slut-shaming still in fashion?” she smiled.

“I know, I know, but … it was so fucking hot,” I grinned.

“I don’t think I’d ever do that with Nick,” Chrissie said. (Nick was Chrissie’s boyfriend.) “That’d just be … Ew.”

“So. Fucking. Hot,” I repeated, smiling at how uncomfortable she looked. “Although to be fair it kind of just … happened. I probably wouldn’t have done it out of choice.”

“But now you would?”

I shrugged. “Why not?”

“Slut,” she giggled. Fuck, I loved the way she laughed.

Just as I was about to make an inevitably amazing comeback, Mrs. Boardman opened the door to the classroom and the class went silent.