Walking home, Emma could feel cum still dribbling out of her ass from where she'd let the stranger fuck her. She must look a mess, she thought. Her dirty blonde hair was dirtier, matted with dried cum, and sunglasses hid her tired eyes as she did the walk of shame in wrinkled clothes -- cum still dripping out of her ass and pussy. Her tits felt sticky from the cum dried on them. Her ass hurt and her pussy was raw.
What the hell? It had been the best night and morning she'd ever had, never mind the most eventful. She calculated, and in her head came up with the following facts and figures: she'd been 18 for about 12 hours, had her first wine bottle up her pussy, her first lesbian experience, lost her virginity both in her pussy and ass to strange cocks at her first glory hole, which she guessed counted as her first gangbang since she'd serviced three cocks.
She found herself smiling at the realization that she kept thinking of these as her "firsts" -- as in, more to come. More gangbangs, more cocks, more pussies, more everything. She just wanted everything. In her ass, in her pussy -- she never dreamed she could become such a slut. What had happened to that good little teenager who sucked a cock now and again, but nothing else? Well, who cares, thought Emma. She wouldn't be missed.
It also struck her, suddenly, that she'd had nothing to eat except cum, and it was almost one in the afternoon. Her stomach grumbled and she looked around for a fast food joint. There was a burger place nearby, so she popped in there.
Starved, her eyes swung immediately to the menu, where she picked out the biggest burger in the place, a monstrosity loaded with bacon, cheese, onion rings, and guacamole -- guacamole was the new thing, it seemed. Maybe a poutine too -- she was so engrossed in the menu she didn't notice who was working at the counter until he called her name. "Emma?"
Shit. There was the neighbour boy, Tommy. And here she was looking like a hard-used slut.
"Oh, hey Tom," she smiled. Just act natural. "I'll have that guacamole monster with a large poutine and root beer."
He looked her over while he tapped the till. She wondered how bad she really looked. When she had cleaned the cum off her face she had smeared her makeup, she knew that, but she'd just walked for a while in the hot sun and it could have gotten much worse.
"Hungry, eh?"
"Yeah. I'll take it to go."
"Heading home?"
"Yep."
"Me too," he said. "Just a short shift. I'll give you a ride."
I've had a ride, she thought. "Don't worry about it."
"No, seriously -- I'll make your order as my take-home and you won't need to pay for it. Just wait outside and I'll see you in a few minutes." He disappeared and she shrugged. What the hell.