A Chaste Slut

'Beeee, w-what are you doing here?' Louis stammered.

Barbara burst into a loud laugh. She dropped the bag of popcorn and clapped her hands scornfully.

'What am I doing in my best friend's house? On a Saturday? When we supposed to treat ourselves to a nice movie after the long week of work? Really you're asking me that question?' Barbara said as walked further into the sitting room.

'You weren't speaking to me. I wasn't expecting you.' Louis shrugged casually.

He didn't look as embarrassed as Wendy looked and felt. She sincerely wished the floor could open up and swallow her up whole.

'No sign of shame on your face?' Barbara asked Louis.

'Why should I be ashamed of anything? You've walked in on me right in the middle of hot hard sex countless times. It's your thing. Your fetish, maybe.' He chuckled.

Wendy's heart sank. Again, another proof she'll always be one of his whores. She did not like how she felt at the mere thought of that.

Wendy slowly removed herself from the couch and moved