They don't get a chance

Jeanie and I were grinning as our minds thought up countless scenarios to act out together, but before I could utter a single word, the apartment door slammed open, shaking our wall décor on its hooks. I pulled away from the chained bombshell next to me, like I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar, until her laughing reminded me I was alone to everyone else. I blushed as I turned to my quickly entering girlfriend.

She looked like shit. Hot shit, but disheveled, flushing, panting shit. She huffed her purse off her shoulders, stretching her sore back with an arching bend. We on the couch ogled the lifting tits as they threatened to pop a button, but the thread lived to see another day. "Hey, Veronica. Rough day at work?" I can tell Nikki had a fun day at the office, so I asked her, "Nikki, make sure Veronica doesn't hide her feelings about her day." I watched Veronica center herself to prepare for as calm a rant as she could go on without having a breakdown.

"Well, since last night I've been acting so strange." Veronica began. "My body feels different." That was the best word she could come up with for how unlike herself she was acting. "I listened to the most annoying, pop music on the radio, and my body just HAD to dance to it, I literally couldn't stop!" She looked to me for a reaction, and I tried to seem like I wasn't watching her frustrated pacing slosh beneath her top. I was getting seasick, but I gave her a look of caring concern, as she regaled us with her escapades. She got on a roll now as the story got juicy, unaware how explicit she would be.

"Then I had to strut like some runway model through the building." Veronica planned to edit down what Peter might see as infidelity, but she went right in describing the private show she put on in the elevator. "I felt like a whore, but my body was so into it. I felt a little wet from it." Her face couldn't flush any deeper, but her eyes could still go wider as she heard her confession. My expression was hopefully one of casual listening, like her frank description was completely normal.

"I bet he enjoyed that little dance." I chuckled, trying to convince her that showing off her body isn't unusual. I see her confusion at my lack of response, but she continued under Nikki's ****. Jeanie rubbed my shoulders encouragingly, a little disappointed our time got cut short, but she knew what she was here for.

"And then in my office," Veronica continued, shuddering at how every tantalizing touch had thrilled her, how embarrassing her lunch became, but always including how horny the acts made her. "I even found myself searching up pole dancing classes. I can't seem to get what you said out of my mind." She started to focus her conflicted emotions into anger when she remembered the common denominator: Peter and these tits.

"What I said?" I coughed. Was she on to me? Veronica was quick witted and calculating, but the logical leaps she'd have to accurately make were too numerous. "I figured that's why you wanted the tits right? You wanted sexual liberation!" I felt the ring burn my finger for the first time in so long, I yelped aloud. Luckily the unintended use dazed Veronica as memories 'rushed' back: Feeling suffocated by the conservative lifestyle she grew up in, a strict, religious family taught her of the scandalous dangers of promiscuity, but an open-minded university campus thrilled her inexperienced mind and body, and soon she was well versed in the taboo practices her parents hid from her.

Veronica blinked at the sudden flashback she had. Of course, she had started her sexual awakening at college, but enough to want inflated tits? It felt righter than it sounded. I spoke up again, tentatively trying to explain her actions once more. "When you saw the money I had, you asked if I could pay for them, as a kind of dream present. Did you really forget this?" I felt a smaller burn on my finger with this memory implant, and her eyes rolled as her synapses rewrote.