(Part 1, Part 2 Part 3 and Part 4 can be found [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/aj5hbv/the_sexual_awakening_of_polly_pinnick_pt_1_fm/), [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/fbkkl6/the_sexual_awakening_of_polly_pinnick_pt_2_fm/), [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ffkwel/the_sexual_awakening_of_polly_pinnick_pt_3_fm/) and [here](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/fofbsl/the_sexual_awakening_of_polly_pinnick_pt_4_fm/) respectively)
My first term at university had left me emotionally exhausted – from sleeping with my parents’ friend, to breaking up with my first boyfriend and the chaos that lead up to fucking my housemate’s boyfriend on our communal sofa – I was ready for some family time.
I returned home expecting it to feel like it always had done – a safe, loving space where I felt settled. I expected it to anchor me back to who I’d been when I left. There had been some that had told me that home would never be like that again and I’d naively dismissed it – I loved my mum and dad. I even loved my little brother. Why would it be any different?
Yet upon returning home I quickly realised what I’d been told was true. In four short months I’d grown more independent than I thought I had – I’d gotten used to eating when I wanted, going to bed when I wanted and getting up when I wanted, even when I had an early lecture.