The bus coughed a plume of diesel exhaust, a metallic groan echoing through the sleepy suburban street. April, perched on the cracked concrete of her porch step, tapped a polished fingernail against her teeth, a predatory grin playing on her lips. The faded yellow school bus, lumbering to a halt a few houses down, heralded the return of her favorite… Well, target was perhaps more accurate than friend. Chad.

April and Chad had an “interesting” dynamic. They had lived just a few houses down from each other from preschool onward. From the moment Chad met April, he was convinced they were the best of friends. April, on the other hand, never had much of an interest in reciprocating the relationship. That didn’t stop her from pretending to be his friend, of course. After all, as she justified it, every girl needed some fool to follow her around doing her bidding. For April, Chad was that fool.

As they grew up, April led Chad around like a puppy on a string. “Hey Chad, carry my backpack like a good friend would,” she would sneer. As soon as the words left her lips, Chad was on it, carrying her bag for her all the way to school. Whatever the task, if April wanted it done, Chad did it in hopes of making her happy.

Chad was also extremely gullible, at least as far as things went with April. April called Chad one morning in tenth grade, informing him that she had been stranded in the next town over. “Would you please come and rescue me?” She pleaded in her most desperate voice. As Chad ran out to his car and sped down the road, April watched from her window, laughing so hard that she nearly wet herself.

Time and time again, April treated Chad like dirt, and Chad just laughed it off, acting like April was the best thing that ever happened to him. For her eighteenth birthday, April told Chad she wanted to do something extra special and asked him if he’d do her a favor and go buy some condoms at the drugstore. She’d never seen him run off so fast in her life. When he returned from the trip, April took the package, laughing as she told him he could go home now—she needed these for when she went to Jerry’s house later.

Then, near the beginning of the month, Chad disappeared without a trace. At first, April wondered if he’d finally wised up and left town out of humiliation. Then one night she overheard her neighbors talking to Chad’s parents. Apparently, Chad’s mom had grown tired of seeing her son get walked all over. She enrolled him in some sort of intensive camp that was supposed to help him become more assertive. April laughed at the idea. Nothing on earth could help that fool.

Then finally, on the first day of April, the bus bringing Chad home pulled up to his house. April’s grin couldn’t be contained. She was tired of doing everything herself over the last three weeks. Now that her favorite fool was back, maybe life could get back to normal.

As April watched the bus doors open, Chad emerged, his lanky figure wrestling with an oversized duffel bag. He glanced over at her as his feet hit the pavement, his usually bright eyes shadowed with a hint of… something. April couldn’t quite place it. It wasn’t the usual puppy-dog eagerness. It was… almost wary? Nonsense. Chad was a marshmallow, a cloud of pliable naivety. Three lousy weeks at “Camp Assertiveness” couldn’t have changed that.

“Chad!” she chirped, springing to her feet and waving with exaggerated enthusiasm as she walked over to where the bus had dropped him off before it pulled away and drove off. “You’re back!”

He paused, a flicker of something she couldn’t decipher flashing across his face before it shifted to a bright smile. "Hey, April."

He dragged the duffel bag a few feet toward his house, the weight causing him to stumble slightly. April noticed his posture was a bit straighter, his shoulders less slumped than usual. Maybe he'd been lifting weights at camp? She smirked inwardly. It wouldn't matter how much muscle he had; his brain was still the same soft, pliable mush it always had been.

"So," she began, her voice dripping with mock sympathy, "how was… Camp ‘Be a Man’?" She made air quotes with her fingers, emphasizing the ridiculousness of the concept.

Chad’s smile tightened. “It was… interesting.” He heaved the bag onto the ground, the dull thud echoing in the quiet afternoon.

April leaned closer, her eyes wide with feigned curiosity. “Oh, tell me everything! Did they teach you how to… I don’t know… wrestle bears? Or maybe how to ask a girl out without stuttering?” She punctuated her words with playful pokes to his arm.

Chad didn’t flinch. He just looked at her, his gaze unsettlingly steady. “They taught me a few things, yeah.”

April scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Like what? How to tie a square knot? Because I’m sure that’ll be helpful when you’re trying to untangle my kite from a tree.”

She paused, a mischievous glint in her eyes as she got an idea. “Speaking of which, I was flying my new kite yesterday, and it got caught in that giant oak tree at the end of the street. It’s way up there. I tried to get it down, but…” She trailed off, her voice laced with manufactured distress, “Well, you know I’m not exactly a tree climber.”

Chad’s eyes narrowed slightly, a subtle shift in his expression that April almost missed. “The oak tree, huh?”

“Yeah! You’re so good at climbing, Chad. You’re like a little monkey!” She batted her eyelashes, laying it on thick. “You’d be my hero if you could get it down for me.”

Chad’s gaze lingered on her face for a beat too long. “Alright, April,” he said, his voice flat. “I’ll get your kite. But first, I’ve got to get my stuff inside. Why don’t you grab my duffel bag for me and bring it up to my room?”

April grinned as she grabbed the strap of Chad’s bag. As always, he was so gullible. She couldn’t wait to see him climbing all the way up in that old tree looking for her nonexistent kite.

“Holy hell,” she groaned as she hoisted Chad’s bag up and onto his porch. “What did you take to camp with you? A dead body?”

“Nothing that exciting. Just the bare essentials. Most of the weight is from souvenirs. I even got you something. Now, hurry and get that up to my room so I can go get your kite for you.”

“Oh, goodie!” April grunted, still grinning as she dragged the impossibly heavy bag into his house. “You know I’m a sucker for gifts. I just can’t wait to see what you brought me.”

Chad remained silent, an unreadable expression on his face as he watched April drag the heavy bag through the house, straining and groaning. When she finally dragged the bag into his room, April let go of the strap, leaving the duffel bag lying in the middle of his room.

“There,” she panted, catching her breath. “The bag’s in your room. Now come on, let’s see if you can go get that kite for me. And when you’re done with that, I need you to come over and clean out my car. It’s been a long three weeks without my favorite helper.”

“I’ll bet,” Chad said, a hint of amusement in his voice. “There’s just one problem.”

“What’s that? Do you need to go potty first?”

“Nope. It’s just that you haven’t unpacked my stuff yet.”

April grinned as she crouched down to unzip the duffel bag. Chad didn’t even try to argue about cleaning out her car. "So much for that camp teaching him how to be assertive," she thought as she started pulling clothes from the bag. “Where do you want these?”

“Just toss them in the hamper over there,” Chad said, pointing to the corner of the room. For the next several minutes, April pulled items from Chad’s bag, placing them wherever Chad directed her. Apparently the camp had given him a bunch of weights to work out with, which explained why his bag had been so heavy. As she stacked them up next to Chad’s bed, April wondered if there was any way she could use them to embarrass him later. Maybe she could get a video of him struggling to lift one up and then post it on social media. That would be pretty funny.

April had nearly finished emptying the duffel bag when she came across a big plastic shopping bag that had been tied shut. “What’s in here?” She hefted the bag a few times. The bag was nearly full and felt as though it was filled entirely with thin straps of some sort.

“Here, give that to me,” Chad said. “Your souvenir is in there.”

April gave the bag a gentle toss to Chad, smirking as he worked to untie the knot. “What a fool,” she thought as he opened up the bag. Of course, she’d gladly take his little gift. Who knows, maybe it would be worth something.

“Here you go,” Chad said, giving April a dry smile as he handed her a thin black strap of leather with small holes on one end and a sturdy clasp at the other.

“What’s this now?” April chuckled, taking the gift. “Something you made at arts and crafts time at your little camp?”

“Something like that. It’s a bracelet. Why don’t you read what it says on the inside of the strap?”

“Aw, a friendship bracelet. How sweet,” she replied in a mocking voice as she turned it over in her hands. “Wait. What the fuck?”

On the backside of the bracelet, there were two words stamped into the leather: “Chad’s slut.”

“Yeah, didn’t you know?” Chad asked, using the same patronizing tone April often used on him when she was playing her tricks. “It’s the first day of April, and since your name is April, you get to be my first slut. That’s just the rule, I swear.”

April’s head spun as she absorbed Chad’s words. Was that really a rule? Was she really supposed to be Chad’s slut now? She blinked, feeling lightheaded as his statement repeated in her mind. Something wasn’t right, but she couldn’t work out what it was. She’d never heard that rule before. Maybe it was something new, she finally decided. After all, Chad had never lied to her in his life. If he says she’s supposed to be his slut, then it must be true.

As her lightheadedness eased, April found herself staring at the bracelet Chad had just handed her. “So, now that you’ve given this to me, I’m like, your slut?”

“Not just my slut,” Chad replied. “My first slut. That’s a major honor. You should feel really proud.”

April could feel the pride swelling up inside her as he spoke. It really was an honor, she realized. Chad was such a dweeb that he’d probably never been with a woman before, and now here he was, picking her as his very first slut. What a privilege. What a gift. Her eyes rose up from the bracelet, and April gave Chad the first sincere smile she’d exchanged with him in her life.

“So, what am I supposed to do now?”

“Well, first you need to put the bracelet on,” Chad began firmly. “You’ll never take it off. It’s your lifelong reminder that you’re mine. Then, as soon as that’s done, you can show me what a good little slut you are by getting undressed for me.”

April nodded, turning her attention back to the bracelet. A moment later, she looked with pride at the black leather strap secured to her wrist. That was it. She was Chad’s slut now. No, she was more than just that. She was Chad’s first slut. That bag was full of bracelets, just waiting to go on other sluts’ wrists. April was the first, though. That made her extra special. She was picked before anyone else, just like she deserved.

Looking back up into Chad’s eyes, April gave him the sluttiest grin that she could, hoping that he’d appreciate it. Grabbing her shirt by its hem, she pulled it up and over her head, revealing her bra-clad tits. Next she kicked off her shoes and socks and unbuttoned her jeans, sending them to the floor. Chad gave her a hungry stare as she pressed on, reaching behind her back and unclasping her bra. A moment later, she shook it off her shoulders, revealing her sexy teenage tits. Finally, she slipped her panties down, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. Kicking her clothes away, she returned her full attention to Chad, smiling brightly as she awaited instructions.

Chad grinned back at April, looking her over head to toe. Without saying a word, he walked around the woman, circling her like a lion circling its prey. As she stood at attention, Chad came to a stop directly behind her. April could feel his presence as he stepped closer, sending a little thrill down her spine. A moment later, she felt his breath on her neck as his hands wrapped around her, taking hold of one breast in each hand.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Chad growled into her ear as he groped her tits. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to put you in your place. I’ve never shown you anything but kindness, and all you’ve ever done is repay me with spite. For as long as I can remember, you’ve walked all over me, April. You’ve always treated me like a fool. And maybe I was one. But things have changed, haven’t they? Look at you now, standing here, ready for me to treat you any way I please, drowning in shame over what a terrible human you’ve been to me. So tell me, who’s the fool now, slut?”

As he spoke, April swallowed hard. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks. She really had treated Chad like a piece of shit forever, for no other reason than because he let her. Standing there, in his room, a tear welled up at the corner of her eye as Chad continued mauling her tits. Maybe she could make it up to him. Maybe she could be a good enough slut that he’d find it in his heart to forgive her for the years of wrongdoing. She had to try. It was her only hope.

“I’m the fool,” she breathed, almost imperceptibly.

“What’s that?” Chad gave her tits an extra firm squeeze for emphasis.

“I’m the fool,” she repeated, a small sob following her words.

“That’s right,” Chad said. “Now, tell me, fool, are you still dating that trash, Jerry?”

April nodded at his inquiry.

“Not for much longer, you’re not,” he replied, releasing his hold on her tits. “Get your phone and give it to me. We’re going to make your soon-to-be ex-boyfriend a little video.”

A few moments later, Chad, naked, pointed April's phone down at the girl kneeling in front of him. “Now,” he instructed, “be a good slut and do it just like we practiced. Ready? Go.”

April smiled brightly at the phone as Chad pressed the record button on her camera app. “Hi, Jerry,” she said in her cheeriest tone. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m tired of your tiny little dick, so I went out and found a better one. Have a nice life.”

With that, April leaned forward, taking Chad into her hot, wet mouth. She quickly started bobbing back and forth on him, making the sluttiest noises she could, all while looking directly into the camera. She knew her mission. She had to make Chad come as quickly as possible and make it as slutty as she possibly could. As she bobbed and sucked, she used one hand to hold herself steady and the other one to fondle Chad’s balls and stroke the part of his cock that she couldn’t fit in her mouth. Soon, her efforts started paying off as Chad began grunting and bucking his hips. April redoubled her efforts, and she was very quickly rewarded as Chad erupted, filling her mouth with his hot seed.

Pulling her lips off Chad’s cock, April proudly opened her mouth to show off the load she’d collected before throwing her head back and gulping it down. “Mmmh, yummy,” she grinned into the camera just before Chad stopped the recording.

“Nice work, slut,” Chad said as he clicked the button to send the video to Jerry. “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, why don’t you climb into my bed and spread those legs of yours? You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to fuck that slutty little pussy of yours.”

April practically dove into Chad’s bed. “Do you have protection?” she asked as she spread her legs and traced her pussy lips with her finger. “I’m not on the pill.”

Chad laughed. “Oh, April, you silly slut. You don’t need protection when you’re with me. You like it raw, and if that means you get knocked up, well, that’s just another day in the life of a slut.”

April’s lips curled into a grin as another new reality took root. Of course she liked it raw. She was a slut. That was really the only way she’d ever want to be with Chad, anyway. “You’re right, stud,” she purred, using her fingers to spread her pussy lips. “Now, come over here and fuck your slut.”

A few seconds later, April let out a long, low moan as Chad parted her folds, slipping inside her for the very first time. Once he reached bottom, Chad slowly withdrew until he was just barely inside her. Then, as fast and as hard as he could, he slammed forward, instantly filling April up and causing her to let out a piercing cry of pleasure. Again and again, he pumped himself into her mercilessly, driving her wild with lust. As he continued ramming into the woman, he picked up speed and intensity with each pass. Chad...