I wasn't satisfied yet but he had already finished. I cleaned up the sticky substance with a napkin while he left. I stayed inside Paige's car for a while thinking about what had just happened. We were supposed to take a couple of drinks and dance. A girls night. But when we arrived to the pub and I saw all those guys, I couldn't control myself. Less than an hour later I was already in Paige's car with a stranger.

-Are you done?- Paige asked through the closed window. I was lost in my thoughts so I didn't see her approaching.

-Yes, let me find my underwear...

-Come on..., we both know that you don't need any underwear, you slut.

-Please, don't call me that.

-Why not? It's totally appropiate.

I found my g-string, put it on, and got out of the car.

-I'm not a slut, I just... I was horny and... Shut up!

-You are behaving like a slut, therefor...

-The guy was hot and... It's my body, shut up.

-Ok, ok... So what? Can we go home or you're still horny?

-Yes, I'm still... No!

I was still horny but I didn't want to admit that Paige was right. I wasn't like this a few months ago. I was the romantic type not the hook-up-with-strangers-in-a-pub type. But the last months and specially the last weeks, for some reason I was horny all the time. I had to masturbate every day at least twice, because if I didn't do it I couldn't concentrate on anything.

I didn't know the reason to that change. I searched on the internet and, apparently, the reason could be a hormonal malfunction. So, I went to a doctor and... nothing. Everything was fine, except the traditional anemia which I had since I was a child a that never had had that effect.

Paige insisted on the cause being the incident with her boyfriend, Warren. According to her, that experience had opened a mental gate and had unleashed my true self. My inner slut, in her words.

Whatever was the reason, the consequences were clear, I was always horny. So I began to go to clubs and to take the pill, which would possibly repair whatever hormonal malfunction that might be there, undetected and ruining my self-steem.

-Don't worry, I'm with you.- She hugged me tightly.- Slut or not, you are my friend and I love you.- That was, perhaps, the worst part. My lifelong friend was hugging me and through my mind were wandering some very disturbing ideas.



Paige knocked at my bedroom's door.

-You have to take your medicine... Again!?- We lived together at a small apartment, there was no room for privacy or secrets. Besides, the walls were very thin.- Three times today, you slut, and is not midday yet.

-I'm sorry, Paige. I cannot help it.- I was masturbating again. Whatever had happened in my brain or in my body, was pretty exhausting..., though had its benefits.

-You have to control yourself, slut. What if the neighbours could hear you?

-I'm sorry, Paige! I don't know what's happening.

-Don't worry, slut, we will find a solution. But, first, let's take care of your anemia.

-Liza, I'm Liza, not slut. Please, stop calling me that.

She smiled and sat next to me on my bed. In her hand she carried the siringe with the medicine for my anemia. One shot each day, two if I was going to do something that demanded a great effort. When I was a child, mom helped me with that, as is not easy to find my own veins without some help. Paige and I studied literature at the same college and lived together, so she was my mom's substitute for the nursing tasks. Once finished, she gave me a peck surprisingly close to my lips and smiled again.

-Don't be offended, my beautiful horny slut. I'm on your side, you know that.



During the next weeks the situation got worse. I was nervous all the time. Sexually explicit images kept crossing through my mind, even involving women and I had never been bi. I had great problems concentrating on my studies. It was hellish and, at the same time..., it wasn't so hellish, but certainly was very uncomfortable. At some point, visits to the faculty's bathroom between classes became regular. From time to time we used to go to pubs looking for a hard penis. I could say that I was looking for a boyfriend but that wouldn't be true. I just wanted anonymous sex.

-Better, you horny slut?- Paige, as usual, was waiting for me next to the bathroom's door.

-A little better, yes.

-We cannot continue like this. Someone is going to find you and we both are going to be in trouble.

-Yes, I know. But I don't know what to do.



I didn't like the idea, but Paige was sure. The panties were made in a very resistant and thin latex-like material. They had a hard plastic concave piece embedded inside the fabric at the crotch area, with a couple of small holes at the middle for the pee. They had also an aperture for the ass. We bought a couple af them.

For wearing them was necessary a slim belt in the same material passing through several orifices at waist height and buckled at the front. Once cinched, Paige put a padlock through one of the belt's holes. She was going to keep the key, so whenever I wanted to touch myself I needed her permission, which was the point. The panties were so tight that I could feel the plastic piece touching my nether lips.

-Can you stick a finger, slut?

-No, I cannot.

-So, you know the rules. You can masturbate once each day, and only a cock per week max. Can a horny slut like you survive only with that.

-Please, don't call me that. It's not funny anymore. And, yes, I can.

-I surely doubt that.



It had been only a night with the panties on and it was being really difficult. I tried to touch myself repeatedly but it was impossible. I went to Paige's bedroom to ask her for mercy.

-Paige, please, can you open...?- She was masturbating, the bitch, while I suffered. She was listening to music with her earphones so she hadn't heard me.

-What are you...?- She opened her eyes and got startled when she saw me.

-Paige, please, I...

-Come.- She opened her sheets indicating me to get in. We had slept together a few times in the previous years, so it wasn't strange. I laid down and she hugged me putting a leg on top of one of mine. She kissed me on the cheek.- I know it's hard, but you have to be strong. We are going to overcome this together. Understood?

-Yes, but...

-We have classes tomorrow, my beautiful horny slut. Sleep tight.- She pressed her forehead against my cheek. A few minutes later I could feel her hand rubbing on her crotch area, inside her short pyjama pants.



Paige opened the padlock so I could shower. That night I had had pretty disturbing dreams involving sex with with my lifelong friend. The situation was untenable. It was totally ilogical. I had never been like this.

Due to the anemia I couldn't participate in activities involving physical effort. As a child I couldn't play with other kids as much as I wanted, so I've never had a lot of friends. At some point I didn't care about making friends anymore, as I already had Paige and a couple more. Enough for me.

I didn't consider myself pretty. Neither was I ugly, I guess, because no one had told me so. Due to my condition I had always been pale, what made me look like if I was perpetually ill. On the other hand my anemia prevented me from eating a lot, so I have always been slim.

At some point, in highschool guys began to be interested in me. It was strange because I didn't considered myself attractive. A guy told me that the pale skin, the freckles on my face, the small breasts and the slim body, gave me a look of innocence and that was sexy for him. For him, and for many others I was, perhaps, like a flower, innocent and fragile.

Paige, who was more experienced with men, did the translation.

-You look like a child who needs a daddy to take care of her. And, well..., like a virgin.

At that time I was a teenager, so I was literally a virgin. But the point wasn't that. The point was that, even with more than twenty, I still looked like a teenager and a virgin. So I wasn't sexy, but I still was attractive for a certain type of men.

That day, though, masturbating in the shower, I felt more like a nympho.

-Are you ok?- Paige seemed wooried.

-What? What are you doing here? I'm in the shower.

-You were screaming.

-What? Really?

-Yes.

-Oh, shit, I was...- Totally embarrased.

-Masturbating, I know.



After drying myself, Paige helped me again with the medicines and with the panties.

-You need them. Don't you think?

-Yes.- She hugged me and I realized that I was totally nude, except fot the panties, while she still weared her pyjama.- I'm naked.

-I've seen you naked many times, slut.

-Yes, but...

-You are hot.

-What!?- What!?- You are lesbian now?

-No, I mean, your skin is literally hot. And your heart is beating.

-Yes, it's always like this. It's crazy.