Permission

Emily was surprised how excited she was when Tom finally confirmed he was still fantasising about her and Bill. She had decided that she wasn’t going to push the game any further until she’d extracted some come of validation from Tom, and having had the anticipation building all the while she was pretending to be cheating on Tom had gotten her very invested in the result.

In the end, she was happy that she’d run into Asha on her way back in from the gym that morning. She’d at first been mortified at being caught in the slutty top, but Asha’s supportiveness and big-sister energy had soon gotten all the details out of an embarrassed Emily, as she explained her current game, as well as the whole saga that had led up to that point. Even knowing Asha’s love of Emily’s previous risque behaviour, Emily was surprised by how supportive she was.

“So basically, now you’re trying to get him to admit to still fantasising about you cheating on him with Bill, so that you don’t feel guilty about actually doing something with Bill?”

“Uhuh, that’s about it.”

Asha grinned. “Well, let me know if you want any help! In fact, you can tell Tom that ‘a neighbour’ told you that they liked your slutty outfit and that you should definitely buy more,” she said with a wink.

Emily had smiled back, a plan already forming in her mind for what she could try that afternoon.

—

Two days later, two days of growing anticipation, she messaged Asha to confirm the plan. When she texted back her confirmation, Emily put the phone down and grinned, her heart feeling like it was about to flutter away. She had trouble acting normal when Tom got back from uni.

“Hey, I’m heading out with Asha tonight, just so you know.”

“Oh, ok,” Tom replied, a little surprised at the late notice, his mind already kicking into gear, imagining how Emily might look on her return. “Are you heading out after dinner?”

“No, before, so you’ll have to sort something out just for yourself, sorry.”

Emily walked into the bedroom, and Tom returned to working on his laptop. He struggled to stay focused, especially with Emily walking in and out of the bathroom, trying on different racy outfits.

She finally emerged, sultry makeup applied, hair cascading in perfect waves down her back, her body shown off in a short, tight dress. The dress was a sensual red, and made of a smooth, stretchy material. Tom couldn’t see any signs of Emily having modified it, but he assumed she must have very tidily shortened it, as it now only just covered the area from her nipples down to her thighs. He sucked in a breath of air through his teeth as he took in the sight. He couldn’t help but notice her perky tits were unburdened by a bra, her nipples poking through the thin material of the dress. He also noted the lack of any panty lines, and wondered how she would manage to avoid flashing everyone when she sat down.

She bounced over to Tom, gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, before heading for the door, already having to pull the bottom of the dress down as it rode up her athletic thighs.

“See you later honey!”

“Oh, ah, bye, have fun with Asha…” Tom trailed off, the door already closed behind his girlfriend, the image of her barely covered butt remaining in his mind.

Tom decided that he might as well keep himself busy while Emily was out. He decided that he’d just have a frozen meal for dinner, and spend his time getting his assignment done. However, after half an hour of getting nothing done as he sat at the dining room table, he got up and wandered into the kitchen. He perused the fridge and pantry and eventually decided to cook himself a carbonara, figuring it was easier to keep himself busy with food instead of uni work.

An hour later he was sitting in front of the tv watching a drama series that he knew Emily wasn’t too keen to watch with him, his empty bowel, scraped completely clean of his rather tasty carbonara sauce, lying next to him. Just then he was distracted by his phone buzzing. He checked it to see a text from an unknown number.