Head home and get some sleep
From Create Your Own Story
You know the local Republican governor just passed a bill banning the over-the-counter sale of Plan B. And you'd need parental consent before you can get any kind of treatment from a clinic, or at least that's what your Health teacher said during Abstinence Pledge Day.
You can't bare the idea of talking to your mother about what you did today. Besides, even in your current state of fertility, the odds are in your favor.
You decide that the best option would be to head home, get lit, listen to some My Chemical Romance, and pretend this whole thing never happened. Which is exactly what you do.
Hitting the sheets before dinner is even on the table. It was just a T.V. dinner anyway. Nothing worth your time.
As you strip down, you look at your plain cotton panties, they're completely stained with the evidence of your gloryhole tryst. Which reminds you of what you have done today. The twinge of fear, mixed with the euphoria of the feeling of being filled by a strange man's sperm.
You had never gone that far before, only once having sex without a condom. It was with your weed dealer, Matt. He's a really nice guy. 30, lives by himself, nobody tells him what to do. When you were short on allowance he asked if you were willing to trade sex instead. You remember how tender he was, for a pot-dealer who propositioned you for sex, I guess.
This wasn't that, this was raw, and intense. You can see the appeal. And as you curl up for the night, you can't help but masturbate to the memory of the filthy, uncut penis that filled you full of dread, then desire, then extacy then dread again. Your latent sex addiction fueling your fantasies, the whole night long.
You wake up feeling great. What do you do?:
| Status Bar | ||
| Health | 100 | Equipment:
Bookbag, Zune, Pocket knife |
| Status | {{{Status}}} | |
| Gender | Female | |
| Social Group | Rebels | |
| Boyfriend/Girlfriend | ||
