Hungover, mostly

Emily woke up the next morning alone in the bed, feeling a little rough from how much she had drunk the night before. She blearily looked at her phone for the time and saw it was already almost nine, meaning Tom would have left for his early class. She rubbed her eyes and thought back to the previous night. She smiled remembering the fun she’d had with her new friends, glad that she’d managed to find a good social group despite her mind having been distracted by things other than classmates in the first couple of weeks.

Then she thought back to what had happened when she got home. Tom had been so worried, the mind games she’d played on him had obviously planted a seed of distrust in his mind. She couldn’t believe that he had really thought that she was sneaking off on a date with Bill, just because they’d left at around the same time! She wasn’t sure if she should feel bad about it, seeing as he also seemed to get so turned on by the worry, by the paranoia.

And then she had basically admitted to having enjoyed being **** by Langdon! If you could even call it ****. And Tom seemed to get turned on by that revelation, instantly cumming without any real stimulation. Though, to be fair, she had brought him right to the edge beforehand, she thought to herself with a smile. The smile quickly left her face when her mind turned to worrying about what Tom might be thinking right now. What must he be thinking now that he wasn’t horny? Now that he had had time to think about what she had said? Well whatever, she thought to herself, he was the one who started this whole thing!

Not wanting to think about it any further, Emily rolled out of bed, grunting at the unpleasant feeling this caused in her head. She saw the dress crumpled on the floor and groaned. She bent down and grabbed it and quickly chucked it into the washing machine on a soak load, hoping it wouldn’t be stained. Then she finally headed into the kitchen and grabbed herself a glass of water. When the water hit her stomach it only brought her attention to how hungry she was. She stood in the middle of the kitchen, hoping that her miserable state would cause some passing deity to apparate her a hearty breakfast. When that plan didn’t work, she finally mustered the energy and cooked herself some bacon and eggs, which she wolfed down.

Finally feeling human again, she had a quick shower and got dressed. Deciding that she should just assume Tom was still enjoying the teasing, she wore her shortest pair of regular shorts, some denim ones she’d found at the op shop some time ago but had never worn, and a mildly cropped top. She smirked thinking of the effect even this mild outfit would have on Tom. He would instantly wonder if she was wearing it to impress Bill. He would probably wonder if she’d popped over there for a quickie this morning, Emily thought to herself with a laugh.

As she headed off to the university campus, she couldn’t help but notice Bill seated in his usual position on his front verandah. She imagined Tom was watching and put an extra swing in her hips for Bill.

She had the same period off for lunch as Tom, so she met him at a nice bench in an out of the way area of the campus. As she walked up to him his eyes widened slightly as he took in her outfit, as she hadn’t worn anything showy in the last few weeks.

“Hey Em, ah, how was your morning?” he asked distractedly as he looked her up and down.

She grinned at him. “Oh not too bad, woke up with a bit of a hangover.”

They continued chatting as they ate, Tom seeming a little more distracted than usual. Emily felt a thrill, knowing it was because he was imagining Bill getting to see her as she’d walked past in her outfit that morning.

As she sat through the rest of her classes that afternoon, she thought about teasing Tom again. Should she message Bill and ask him to head out at the same time as her again? Just the idea of messaging Bill again got her pussy excited. Was it because she knew it would undoubtedly escalate again? That soon she would be going over to his house to get a rise out of Tom. And then, she knew deep down, she wouldn’t be able to keep herself away from that enormous cock, she would soon be lying naked on Bill’s crusty bedsheets, letting him **** his girthy tool into her tight pussy.

No, she decided, she couldn’t bring Bill back into it when Tom still thought she was mildly traumatised by what Bill had let happen to her. She’d just have to keep teasing Tom on her own, hoping that the opportunity would present itself to make it look like she’d snuck off with Bill again in the future.

Two days later, on Friday morning she was back wearing her skimpy workout outfits on her way to the gym. Bill still didn’t say anything as she passed him by on the way to and back from the gym, but she could feel his eyes drilling into her exposed flesh. She felt a warm sensation flood through her body at the feeling, radiating out from where she could imagine his eyes drilling into her exposed ass, her pussy clenching with need. She walked back into the apartment to find Tom just finishing up making breakfast. He looked her up and down, his emotions unreadable. He met her eyes, but she still couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Her stomach began churning with anxiety, worried that she’d gone too far.