Back to a (new) old outfit

The next morning found Emily heading to the gym in her skimpiest workout outfit. She’d told Tom she was wearing it because her other good ones were in the wash, and the one’s she had left were too old and daggy. He didn’t ask why she was worried about her gym clothes being too old all of a sudden, instead just swallowing nervously and shifting in his seat at the table.

Emily discreetly kept an eye on Bill as she passed by his house. She saw him looking her up and down hungrily, before seemingly remembering what had happened and looking down, a crude remark dying in his throat. On the walk home she’d given her hips an extra swing as she walked by Bill, smirking at giving him an even better show of what he couldn’t have.

That night, Emily went out for drinks with some girlfriends she’d made in one of her classes. She was finally catching up on the socialising she’d missed out on while she’d been using all her spare time and head space on Tom’s fantasy. She wore a cute dress she’d found at an op shop a year or so ago, and had altered a little to fit her better. It used to be Tom’s favourite, as it showed off her curves the best, though it was nothing compared to what Tom had bought for her recently.

Nothing that crazy had happened during the evening, though Emily enjoyed the social time with other girls around her age. She got home a little after eleven, feeling quite tipsy, the last to get dropped off by the shared uber. She was feeling good, the buzz from a successful social outing matching the buzz of the ****. She fumbled with the key in the door as she pulled her shoes off. Suddenly the door was pulled open and she almost fell through it. She looked up and saw Tom standing there, lit from behind by the streetlights shining through the window, the room behind otherwise in darkness.

“Oh thanks baby,” she said with a laugh at her clumsiness.

“Where have you been?” Tom asked brusquely.

Emily took a moment to catch on to Tom’s dour mood. The smile slowly left her face as she tried to figure what on earth he could be upset about. “Umm, I just went out with some girls from uni, I said so just before I left…”

“No you didn’t, you just said you were ‘going out for some drinks’.”

“Well sorry, I thought I’d already mentioned who I was going with. And anyway, why didn’t you ask me then who I was going with?” Emily asked, starting to get annoyed at Tom’s sudden random outburst.

“Because I wasn’t worried earlier, but then I saw Bill leave just after you did. And he was out the whole night, he still hasn’t gotten back. So I thought that maybe you and him…” He came to a faltering stop, seeming to suddenly realise what he sounded like, a sheepish look appearing on his face.