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Chapter 4

The next morning, Friday, I wearily dragged myself out of bed and into the kitchen to get something to eat. It was the day of the Freshers Fair, and I wanted to go to the campus and sign up for the netball team. In the kitchen was a boy dressed in just a pair of grey briefs showing off a frankly enormous bulge and nothing else. I did a double take, wondering where he had come from.

“Morning” he greeted me cheerfully, completely unabashed that he was practically naked and I could see the perfect definition of his huge dick through his pants.

Leah entered, wearing only a long oversize t-shirt and possibly nothing underneath (I couldn’t quite see). She placed her hand on the boy’s ass and gave him a kiss on the lips. “Carrie, have you met my boyfriend Dave?”

I was stunned and stood there open-mouthed. “Your boyfriend?” I said incredulously. “Leah, I practically tucked you into bed alone about 6 hours ago, how have you got a boyfriend?”

Leah laughed. “Well, funny story actually, I couldn’t sleep and went outside for some fresh air and a cigarette. But I was so drunk I forgot my room keys. This kind gentleman came along and offered to let me stay in his room until the caretakers arrived at 6am.”. While she told the story, her arm had wrapped around his waist and continued to fondle his perfect, tight bottom. I saw his cock twitch in his pants.

“Anyway, one thing led to another and we ended up fucking all night. Literally. I haven’t slept at all. And now he’s my boyfriend!”. Dave didn’t seem the least bit embarrassed by this revelation.

We all laughed at the absurdity of the situation. Then Hannah came in and we had to go through it all again.

“Anyway” said Leah, yawning. “I really need some… sleep”. Taking Dave by the hand she led him back to her room. I had a feeling they weren’t gonna be sleeping right away. I felt a surge of jealousy thinking of Dave’s impressively large dick and perfect ass. Also, his confidence at showing them off made me imagine he knew what to do in bed.

Hannah wanted to sign up for netball too, so we both headed to campus together. The Freshers Fair was in the sports hall, each sport and club had a table where you could chat to the existing members and sign up for whatever you wanted.

***

That night marked the pinnacle of Freshers Week – the highly anticipated ticket-only party in the main hall of the student union, headlined by a well-known Indie band.

The student union building was quite peculiar, easily recognizable to anyone attending this university. Upon entering through the front, you’d discover the main hall on the ground floor, flanked by the student canteen on one side and several bars on the other. However, the building was situated on a hill, so if you went down one level, you’d come across a café (closed at night) and the restroom facilities. Descending one level further led to the sports complex, with an alternative ground-level exit on the other side.

My friends and I arrived just as the support band took the stage, the music already reverberating loudly in the air. We were already a few drinks deep, ready for a wild night ahead. I was dressed in a short dress with a high neckline, opting to show off my legs and rear since I didn’t have much cleavage to flaunt. Hannah, as at all times, had chosen a top that was a tad too small, her ample breasts threatening to break free. She paired it with a tight, thigh-length skirt that accentuated her curvaceous bottom.

Leah, looking stunning as ever, donned a black dress that perfectly complemented her flowing blonde locks cascading over her shoulders. She clung to Dave’s arm, the two of them inseparable all day, stealing kisses every chance they got. At least he had put on more clothes than when I last saw him. His dark trousers and shirt made him look quite hot, which sparked a touch of envy in me, recalling the muffled sounds of their passion from Leah’s room when they were supposed to be getting ready.

And then there was Dani, looking fantastic in her ripped jeans and a frilled blouse, a teardrop-shaped bindi adorning her forehead. The only one among us who hadn’t gotten laid yet, she declared that she was determined to discover someone to hook up with tonight. I had no doubt she’d have no trouble with that, provided she managed not to get too wasted for once.

I was also feeling exceptionally horny. I was so horny I’d had to nip back to my room during the pre-drinks to put my fingers in my knickers and make myself come. Leaning into Hannah, I couldn’t help but distribute my naughty thoughts with her. “I’m so fucking horny,” I confessed in a hushed tone, “I’m on the lookout for some innocent boy with a big dick to take home. Let me know if you spot one.” Although Hannah laughed, thinking I was joking, I really wasn’t.

As the support act played on, Dani returned from the toilets with a cheeky grin on her face. “You know,” she chuckled, “there are a couple of girls getting it on in the toilets. You can hear them going at it in a cubicle.” The idea sent a thrilling rush straight to my core. I pretended to be nonchalant, but my curiosity got the best of me, and as soon as I could, I slipped away from the group and headed down the stairs to the toilets, willing to see for myself what was happening.

The toilets in the student union were surprisingly spacious, with at least twenty cubicles lining the walls. As I entered, my ears attuned to the soft moans coming from one particular cubicle. Without hesitation, I quickly identified the source of the seductive sounds and slipped into the neighbouring stall. Over the top of the divider, I could hear the intimate sounds of pleasure – one girl seemed to be fingering the other with a sense of urgency, their passion evident in the wet slapping noises.

Caught up in the sensual symphony, I couldn’t withstand the temptation any longer. My heart raced as I hitched up my dress, my fingers slipping into my panties, and I started frantically rubbing my clit in time with their arousing noises. The erotic soundtrack heightened my desire, and I couldn’t help but give in to the allure of the moment.

I caught snatches of whispered conversation from the stall next door. “Fucking hell, don’t stop, I’m going to squirt,” whispered one of the girls. The wet sounds intensified, and her moans grew louder until I heard the gush of liquid hitting the floor. The experience pushed me over the edge, and with my free hand pressed against my mouth, I experienced my own intense orgasm, trying to stifle any noise that might give me away.

The sounds of wet kisses followed, and soon the quiet moaning began again. I continued rubbing my clit through my panties, feeling incredibly turned on by the passionate encounter I was listening to. A sense of excitement mingled with guilt, knowing that I shouldn’t be doing this, but the forbidden nature of the act only fueled my arousal.

“Mmm, put your finger in my ass,” whispered the other girl, and I couldn’t help but shiver at her audacious request. The slapping sounds resumed as I assumed her wish was fulfilled. “Rub my clit too,” she added in a breathy voice, just loud enough for me to hear. The sounds of their pleasure mingled with my own, and I felt a rush of heat coursing through my body as the girl came hard against the dividing wall.

Overwhelmed by the experience, I decided it was time to stop before I got caught. I flushed the toilet and made my way to the sinks to wash my hands. My heart pounded as I waited, willing to catch a glimpse of the two girls who had unknowingly ignited my desires.

Eventually, the lock clicked, and I casually glanced in the mirror, only to discover myself surprised beyond belief. It was Chloe, the sensible girl from our flat, emerging from the cubicle! I couldn’t believe that it was her engaged in such passionate activity in the toilets. The other girl, a striking figure with laddered stockings and a dishevelled appearance, also caught my eye. She had a rock-chick look, complete with a neon tube top, leather jacket, and bleach-blond bob.

I decided not to acknowledge Chloe, pretending not to have seen her. After they left, I returned to my friends, my mind reeling with the exhilaration of what I had experienced. The thrill of the forbidden encounter lingered in my thoughts, and I couldn’t help but feel a newfound sense of excitement for the night ahead.

***

Later, at the bar, my senses were still buzzing with the lingering arousal from the earlier encounter in the toilets. The combination of the alcohol and the thrill of the forbidden had left me feeling ridiculously horny. As I stood there trying to attract the bartender’s attention, a post-grad student caught my eye. Several years older than me, he seemed to exude confidence and had a mysterious allure that intrigued me. I couldn’t withstand the temptation to chat with him, especially with the way he was looking at me.

We struck up a conversation, and I found myself drawn to his charisma and intelligence. The age difference only seemed to add to his allure, making him even more enticing. As we chatted, he bought me a drink, and we laughed at each other’s jokes, the connection between us growing with every passing minute. I decided I was gonna do whatever it took to fuck him.

The noise and chaos of the crowded bar faded into the background as we leaned closer, our bodies unconsciously inching toward each other. The air around us felt charged with anticipation, and I could sense that Chris was just as drawn to me as I was to him.

Feeling a mix of nerves and arousal, I finally mustered up the courage to take the lead. Leaning in slightly closer, I looked into his eyes and said with a hint of shyness, “Would you like to kiss me?”

His response was a soft chuckle, his eyes still fixed on mine. “I’d love to,” he said, his voice warm and inviting.

My heart skipped a beat as he leaned in, closing the distance between us. Our lips met in a slow and sensual kiss, and a rush of pleasure washed over me. His kiss was even better than I had imagined, sending a tingling sensation through my entire body.

We continued to kiss, each moment growing more passionate than the last, until finally, we pulled back slightly, breathless and willing for what was to come next. His hands moved down my back and rested on the top of my ass, sending a shiver down my spine and a rush of warmth between my legs.

His eyes sparkled with mischief as he responded, “I know a place that’s a bit more private. Do you want to see?”. I nodded enthusiastically.

Hand in hand, we rushed down the stairs, the anticipation building with each step. At first I wondered we were gonna the toilets, but we continued further down to the dark and deserted sports complex.

A mischievous wondered crossed my mind as I playfully teased, “Have you brought girls down here before?”

He chuckled, a deep and alluring sound, and replied with a sly grin, “A few.”

In that moment, I couldn’t ignore the age difference between us, and the idea of his experience sent a thrill of excitement through me. It was evident that he knew how to take charge, and the knowledge of being with someone more sexually seasoned than me only heightened my anticipation.

Chris led us through some double doors and down a long corridor, trying a few doors until he found one that was unlocked. We slipped inside and he turned on the lights. The room turned out to be a small windowless office, and my heart raced with excitement at the wondered of what was about to happen.

Wasting no time, he pressed me against the desk, our lips finding each other again in a passionate kiss. His hands explored my body, groping my breasts and teasing my hard nipples through the fabric of my dress. I reciprocated by grabbing his ass, pulling him closer, and feeling his hard erection pressing against me. I was so aroused, wet, and turned on by the knowledge that this man had been with many girls before me.

As he lifted my dress over my head, my breath quickened with desire. I playfully teased him, “How many girls have you fucked down here?” We were both breathing heavily now as I released his belt, letting his trousers drop to the floor.

“A gentleman never kisses and tells,” he replied with a smile, unhooking my bra. I continued undressing him, lifting his polo shirt off his head. “More than 5?” I asked, and he kissed me again. “More than 10?”. His fingers tracing along my mound, causing me to cry out with pleasure.

“Would it turn you on if I said yes?” he whispered as I slid my knickers down, exposing myself to him. I eagerly responded, “Oh yes, I love the thought of you fucking lots of naughty, wet girls in this secret place.”

With my legs spread invitingly, he moved between them, and I could feel his arousal pressing against me. The thrill of knowing he had been with various women before me only made me wetter. “It’s a lot more than 10,” he confessed, sending another surge of desire through me.

With a fiery determination, I told him, “I need you to fuck me now.” His smile widened, and he swiftly slipped off his pants, revealing a beautiful, large cock that stood firm and ready for action. I couldn’t help but admire its perfect straightness as he produced a condom and skillfully rolled it down his impressive length.

Returning to me at the desk, he positioned himself between my legs once more, and I eagerly wrapped them around him, drawing him closer. Our lips met in a hungry kiss, igniting the passion that had been building between us. With a gentle push, I felt him slide effortlessly into my wet, throbbing cunt, and a low moan escaped my lips.

His entry was smooth and intoxicating, and I couldn’t help but arch my back, inviting him to go deeper. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, and I surrendered to the sensations, losing myself in the intimate connection we were creating.

My nails dug into his back, urging him on as he fucked me on the desk.

He picked up the pace, and each thrust was more fervent than the last. I could feel the tension building within me, the familiar heat coiling tightly in my belly. As I drew closer to the edge, I clung to him, not wanting this incredible moment to end. The intensity of my climax swept over me like a tidal wave, and I gasped, my body trembling with pleasure.

As my breathing gradually steadied, I kissed him, feeling a mix of contentment and curiosity lingering in the air. His fingers traced gentle patterns along my back as he continued to slowly fuck me. He whispered in my ear, “Have you ever squirted before?”

My cheeks flushed with a hint of embarrassment, but I wasn’t about to shy away from the question. “No, I haven’t,” I replied honestly, glancing up at him. “I’ve heard about it, though.”

A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes, and a playful smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Would you like to find out if you can?” he asked, his voice low and enticing.

I felt a surge of excitement rush through me at the prospect of experiencing something new and thrilling. “Yes,” I answered, my voice barely more than a breathy whisper.

With that invitation, he withdrew from me and gently guided me to lie back on the desk, his hands exploring my body with purposeful intent. His fingers found their way between my legs, tracing the wetness that still lingered there.

He positioned himself between my legs, his gaze fixed on me as he leaned down to kiss my inner thighs. His warm breath against my skin sent shivers of anticipation through me. With slow, deliberate movements, he worked his way closer to my most sensitive spot.

As his tongue made contact with my clit, still sensitive from my orgasm, I gasped. My hips arching instinctively towards him. He teased and pleasured me with skilled precision, his tongue tracing patterns of pleasure that had me moaning and squirming beneath him.

His skilled tongue continued to work its magic, tracing patterns of pleasure that had me moaning and squirming beneath him. But then, I felt his fingers gently part my slick folds. He used two fingers in a “come to me” motion, skillfully stimulating my G-spot, a sensation that sent me into a frenzy of pleasure.

I gasped as the new sensation washed over me, my body responding eagerly to his touch. The combination of his talented tongue and the rhythmic movements of his fingers had me on the edge of ecstasy.

With each stroke, he coaxed more pleasure from within me, building the intensity. I couldn’t hold back the moans and whimpers that escaped my lips, the pleasure becoming too intense to contain.

As Chris continued his skillful movements, I felt a building pressure deep inside me that was unlike anything I had experienced before. It was a mix of intense pleasure and an unfamiliar sensation that felt like I needed to pee. At first, it startled me, but Chris’s reassuring touch and the overwhelming pleasure quickly reassured me that everything was alright.

With each stroke of his fingers, the pressure grew, and so did my arousal. The waves of pleasure became more intense, and there was a wet squelching sound coming from my cunt. It was as if a floodgate of sensations had been unlocked, and my body was responding in methods I couldn’t fully comprehend.

As the sensations intensified, I clung to Chris, seeking comfort and stability amidst the overwhelming pleasure. His strong arms wrapped around me, holding me close as I surrendered to the exquisite sensations washing over me.

And then it happened—the pressure inside me reached its peak, and the pleasure consumed me entirely. I let go of any inhibitions and allowed myself to be carried away by the tidal wave of ecstasy. With a primal cry, I released, my body convulsing with the intensity of my orgasm.

With a primal cry, I released, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm. In that explosive moment of pleasure, a newfound sensation surged through me—a feeling of warmth and wetness unlike anything I had experienced before.

As I climaxed, my body responded in an unexpected way. The intense pressure that had been building deep inside me now burst forth, and a rush of liquid gushed from within. It was as if a dam had been opened, and a torrent of clear fluid poured out, soaking both Chris’s hand and the floor beneath me.

The sensations were overwhelming and euphoric. I had heard of squirting before, but this was my first time experiencing it firsthand. It felt both intense and liberating, a physical manifestation of the pleasure that had consumed me.

I clung to Chris, my hips bucking involuntarily with each wave of pleasure, as the warm liquid continued to flow. The wetness mingled with the pleasure, creating an intoxicating combination that left me breathless and trembling.

For a moment, the world around me ceased to exist as I was lost in the overwhelming pleasure of the moment. The sounds of my cries of ecstasy and the wet slapping noises of our bodies moving together filled the small office, creating an intimate symphony of passion.

As my climax subsided, the sensation of squirting gradually waned, leaving me in a state of blissful exhaustion. I could hardly believe what had just happened, but I knew that this experience had taken our connection to an entirely new level.

Chris looked at me with a mixture of awe and desire, his eyes filled with an intensity that mirrored my own feelings. “That was incredible,” he whispered, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

I blushed, feeling a mix of vulnerability and exhilaration. “I never expected that to happen,” I admitted, still catching my breath.

Still catching my breath, I felt a mixture of excitement and anticipation coursing through me. I had willingly surrendered to the moment, embracing the pleasure and vulnerability that came with it. With each passing second, the connection between us deepened, and I found myself willing to explore every sensation he could offer.

Without hesitation, he urged me to bend over the desk, and I willingly complied, bracing myself against the smooth surface. The coolness of the desk against my warm skin only heightened my sensitivity, and I could feel the anticipation building within me once more.

Chris stood behind me, his strong hands caressing my thighs before sliding upward, teasingly brushing against my most intimate places. With a firm yet gentle grasp, he spread my ass and thighs aside, exposing my gaping cunt fully to his gaze. I felt a delicious mixture of vulnerability and arousal as he took in the view before him. It was an intensely intimate moment, and I found myself growing wetter at the wondered of him enjoying the sight of me.

My heart raced, and a blush crept across my cheeks as I realised just how exposed I was before him. But rather than feeling self-conscious, I felt an overwhelming sense of empowerment, knowing that he found me irresistible and gorgeous in my vulnerability.

Finally, his fingers found their way to my swollen, wet folds, and I gasped at the sensation. He teased me, circling my entrance with maddening slowness before slipping a single finger inside. My body responded eagerly, welcoming him with a tight embrace.

He explored me with a leisurely pace, savouring every gasp and moan that escaped my lips. With his other hand, he caressed my skin, leaving no inch untouched as if he was committed to learning every nuance of my body.

The intensity of his touch sent waves of pleasure through me, and I found myself arching my back, offering myself fully to his skillful ministrations. The feeling of his fingers stroking my inner walls, his thumb expertly tracing patterns on my swollen clit, it was pure bliss.

His fingers worked their magic with a steady, almost hypnotic rhythm, driving me to the edge of ecstasy. I felt like I was teetering on the precipice, yearning for release yet also wanting to savour the pleasure a little longer. But Chris seemed to sense my desire for more, and with a final teasing stroke, he withdrew his fingers.

I whimpered at the loss of his touch, but my disappointment quickly turned to anticipation as I felt him pressing his cock against my wet entrance. With one smooth motion, he entered me, filling me completely. The sensation was exquisite, and I moaned loudly as he began to move inside me.

Bent over the desk, my body offered no resistance, completely at his mercy. His hands found their way to my hips, holding me steady as he thrust into me with a deliciously slow and deliberate pace. Each movement sent waves of pleasure radiating through my body, and I pushed back against him, urging him to go deeper.

The sounds of our bodies coming together filled the small office, and I couldn’t help but lose myself in the raw intensity of the moment. Chris’s hands roamed freely over my skin, exploring every curve and contour as he continued to pleasure me from behind.

As he picked up the pace, the intensity of pleasure surged within me, and I could feel myself drawing closer to that familiar precipice once again. But this time, I was determined to let go completely, to surrender to the pleasure that he was offering so willingly.

“Harder,” I gasped, my voice barely audible amidst the symphony of pleasure.

Chris obliged, driving into me with a newfound fervour that made my entire body tremble with delight. The sensations were overwhelming, and I surrendered to the pleasure, allowing myself to be carried away on a wave of ecstasy.

My moans grew louder, filling the room with the sounds of our passion as he continued to thrust into me, each movement sending me higher and higher. With every thrust, I could feel my body clenching around him, drawing him deeper into my core.

I felt like I was floating, lost in a sea of pleasure, as Chris’s touch became all-consuming. His hands roamed over my body with purpose, leaving no inch untouched as he stoked the fire of pleasure within me.

With a final, deep thrust, I felt myself reaching the peak of pleasure once more. The sensations crashed over me like a tidal wave, and I cried out as I succumbed to the intense release.

Chris didn’t stop, and I knew he was close too. Breaths still ragged, he whispered hurriedly, “Where would you like me to cum?”

A wicked grin crossed my lips, and without hesitation, I replied, “In my mouth.”

He withdrew from me, and I quickly spun around, dropping to my knees. Chris had that look of a man on the brink, trying to hold back his impending climax. With one hand, he gripped his cock at the base, a desperate attempt to delay the inevitable. Swiftly, he removed the condom, and without a moment’s hesitation, he thrust his dick into my mouth.

I eagerly took him in as deep as I could, determined to give him the pleasure he craved. My lips wrapped tightly around him, and I started to bob my head frantically, sucking him with a hunger that matched his own.

Almost instantly, I felt the wave of relief wash over him as he finally let himself go. He moaned, his grip on my hair tightening. His cum filled my mouth, and I greedily swallowed, savouring the taste of him.

His body shuddered with pleasure as he emptied himself into my mouth, and I continued to suck and stroke him until he had completely spent himself. Only when he pulled away, his breathing heavy and his face flushed, did I finally release him from my mouth.

We both stayed there, catching our breath, our bodies still tingling from the intensity of our encounter. Chris looked down at me with a mixture of gratitude and desire in his eyes, and I couldn’t help but smile in return.

“That was amazing,” he murmured, his voice still husky.

I nodded, unable to discover the words to express just how incredible the experience had been for me as well. It was a moment of raw passion and pleasure, and I knew it was something I would remember for a long time to come.

I stood and kissed him gently, a silent expression of my gratitude for the pleasure we had shared.

***

As we made our way back to the bar, hand in hand, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of reluctance. I knew I had to return to my friends and join them in watching the band that had just started playing. But part of me wanted to stay with Chris, to continue exploring the newfound connection we had forged in the darkened sports complex.

As we reached the bar, I turned to face him, a mixture of excitement and hesitation in my eyes. “I really have to go back to my friends now,” I said, my voice tinged with regret.

Chris nodded understandingly, his hand gently squeezing mine. “Of course, don’t worry about it. We’ll have to catch up another time.”

I smiled. “Yeah, definitely. Hey, I’m in Halls C4. You can come and see me whenever you’re feeling horny.” I added with a playful wink.

His lips curved into a mischievous grin. “I think I might just do that.” he replied.

With a final lingering kiss, I reluctantly pulled away, feeling a sense of longing as I rejoined my friends. The band’s music filled the air, and I tried to lose myself in the rhythm and the energy of the crowd. But my mind kept drifting back to Chris, the taste of his kiss still lingering on my lips.

As I rejoined my friends, the pulsating music of the band enveloped us, and I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and guilt. “Where the fuck did you go?” Hannah shouted over the noise, her eyes wide with curiosity.

I grinned, knowing that Hannah could at all times see right through me. “Well… I may have had a little adventure,” I replied, trying to keep my voice low, even though the music made it difficult to have a private conversation.

Hannah’s jaw dropped, and her eyes widened even further. “You didn’t!” she exclaimed, scandalised yet amused.

I nodded, unable to suppress a mischievous grin. “I did, and we even used a condom you’ll be pleased to hear.” I laughed. “I’ll give you all the details later”.

She shook her head in disbelief, her eyes filled with a mix of shock and admiration. “You’re such a minx! I can’t believe you’ve fucked another one!” she exclaimed.

I chuckled, feeling a sense of liberation in sharing the experience with my best friend.

Leah and Dani, who were also nearby, had caught wind of our conversation and leaned in to listen. “We want to hear all about it too.” Dani said.

After the band finished, the party continued in the numerous student bars. I gave my friends all the details of my amazing fuck with Chris and they were suitably jealous. Especially when I pointed him out across the crowded bar. “Fuck me you did well there, he’s hot!” exclaimed Leah. The others agreed.

Dani seemed determined to make her own memorable experience that night. Determined to finally lose her virginity, she wisely switched to soft drinks to keep her wits about her. With newfound confidence, she flirted with every guy who met her gaze, and soon enough, I spotted her slipping out the door with a handsome young man.

Leah and Dave were too busy in their own world, snogging on one of the sofas in the corner, so I decided to join Hannah for a breath of fresh air outside the building. As luck would have it, we stumbled upon a couple of hot guys also enjoying a smoke, and we struck up a conversation.

Hannah and I laughed and chatted with the two guys, James and Ryan, feeling the warmth of the night and the thrill of the moment. They were both charming and easy to talk to, and before we knew it, we had formed an instant connection.

The night had pushed well past 1 am, and the party in the lively student bars was finally starting to wind down. The music had softened, and the crowd began to thin, but Hannah and I were still buzzing with energy and excitement. Hannah suggested we continue the fun back at our flat as she had a bottle of vodka there.

As we strolled behind James and Ryan, our laughter echoing through the cool night air, Hannah leaned in with a mischievous glint in her eyes and whispered her bold intentions, “I’m going to fuck Ryan tonight.”

I couldn’t help but grin at her audacity. Hannah had at all times embraced her desires without hesitation. “Go for it, girl,” I replied playfully, fully supportive of her adventurous spirit. But as we continued walking, I couldn’t help but distribute a little secret of my own.

“You know,” I said, feeling a bit bashful, “I wouldn’t mind doing something with James either, but I can’t help but wonder if it’s too slutty to be with two boys in the same evening.”

Hannah glanced at me, her expression warm and understanding. “Carrie,” she said reassuringly, “there’s absolutely nothing wrong with exploring what you want. It’s not about labels or judgments.”

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