Previously on Bringing it Home:

‘Hey, space cadet. Get your filthy little mind back here’ Madison said reaching across the table to slap the side of my head.Ow! That hurt.

‘That hurt’ I moaned. I looked round the table at my friends. They were gagging to know how Austin had gotten hold of my panties.

‘Where the hell did you get those?’ Addison was the first to break. ‘Why didn’t I get a pair?’ I scowled at her. The others just looked confused.

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What had started off as a quiet afternoon had soon become another stepping stone on my learning curve of sexual exploration.

It was Wednesday afternoon. I had no homework, no practice and nothing to do. I decided to go for a run and see where I ended up. After I’d run a couple of miles my cell went and I saw it was a text from Maggie. I knew Austin was playing tennis with a couple of friends from Duke. I’d half been expecting her to get in touch as I knew she’d be home alone.

I’d filled my friends in on Monday afternoon’s conversation with Maggie. I think they were surprised by the arrangement but were supportive. Except Austin, none them knew Maggie very well. Only by reputation it seemed. Austin was a bit uncomfortable with the fact that it was her sister but commented that ‘at least it was big step up from some of the skanks she’d dated’. I took that as a compliment…..I think!

I explained that we weren’t girlfriends but left the details of our agreement private. It sounded either seedy or clinical depending on which way you looked at it. They accepted the explanation I gave saying that we’d agreed to hang out and be there for each other when needed. I let them read into that whatever they wanted. I’m sure they figured it out! None of them were saints.

Addison had seemed concerned but I reassured her she had nothing to worry about.

I replied to Maggie’smessage and took stock of my surroundings. I sent another message saying ‘scratch that, I’ll be round in 10′.

I wasn’t actually that far from their house and if I pegged it…..some bizarre cockney slang I’d picked up (peg leg, leg, run…?!?)…….I could be there in ten minutes.