Tomorrow

Emily awoke with a headache. She thought back to last night and was sure a glass of wine couldn’t have done this much damage, but maybe she’d been… well maybe she hadn’t had enough water. What was the word for that? ‘Maybe I really am hungover…’ she thought as she stood up. She was suddenly aware of the weight of her chest. She looked down and realized she couldn’t see her feet past her swollen bust. She grasped her chest, squeezing and smiling at the bounce and sensitivity. How pretty they were! Her hands strayed to her nipples and she moaned as her fingers found them. The sensitivity and pleasure was overwhelming.

As she played with her nipples, she realized her pussy was starting to drip. The temptation was too much. She laid back on the bed in the tangle of unmade sheets and let one of her hands drift down to find her clit. She let out a long, ecstatic moan as she found it and began to play with herself. Her fingers rubbed her clit with short, fast strokes as her other hand pinched and tugged at her nipples. It didn’t take her long to begin to finger herself, using one, then two, fingers. She explored her depths, curling against her g-spot and sending a shock of pleasure through her body. She felt her back arch and her hips buck as she fucked herself, **** for release.

It came soon. A wave of heat crashed through her body. Her skin flushed as her climax overtook her. The thought crossed her mind that she always wanted to feel this way. She felt like she was floating. She continued to finger herself, **** to pull every ounce of pleasure out of what felt like the best orgasm of her life. She felt an additional wetness between her legs and realized she’d squirted. She kept going, toying with her oversensitive pussy and nipples until she simply couldn’t anymore. As she sprawled out on the bed, basking and panting, she had the notion that this wasn’t like her, but she dismissed it. After that climax she wanted it to be like her.

She thought back to the thoughts she’d briefly had about her advisor and the frat boy she’d nearly jumped yesterday. Maybe she should have stuck around to see what he had to offer. Maybe the other brothers would have joined in… She felt her pussy getting wet again as she imagined the frat house gangbang she might have foregone the day before. What had she been thinking, leaving like that? As another shock of pleasure ran through her body she realized her hand had strayed back to her clit. She was teasing herself with slow, lazy circles.

She could have been at the mercy of ΑΔΑ. She imagined herself sprawled on a pool table in their basement, hands reaching out for two cocks while Steve positioned himself between her legs. Afterall, he’d been the one to bring her in. He deserved first crack. She’d begin jerking two of the brothers while he pushed his cock into her. She imagined being stretched by his member, her pussy wrapping around every vein as he took her. She’d moan, but soon be silenced by another brother entering her mouth. They’d find their rhythm as they took her. She closed her eyes and dreamed of being a toy for the frat. She felt so at home in the fantasy, like she was meant for this position.

Another wave of pleasure crashed through her as her fantasy Steve was cumming inside her. She felt her wetness against her hand again and realized she’d once again squirted with this climax. She’d never done that before, but she’d also never experienced this kind of climax before. It seemed to keep rolling. Her body felt flushed as she rode her peak, finally coming down and lying back against the bed again.

She glanced over at the clock. 10:00. She’d had a bit of a lie in, but she knew she had to do something today… Oh right, her data. She had to analyze her data. And she’d agreed to meet another member of her cohort in the library to work together at noon. She sat up, feeling the weight of her chest again. The thought crossed her mind to play with herself again, but she **** herself to get up and get in the shower. She felt great this morning. All the tension in her body felt like it had melted away and the hot water of her shower only added to that sensation.

None of her shirts seemed to fit anymore. She could get away with a turtleneck, barely, but her button ups were a lost cause. She hunted in her closet for her shortest skirt, the desire to show off her legs and butt overwhelming. She paused to look at herself in the mirror on her way out. She was proud of her body, perky, massive tits balanced by a bubble butt. ‘Heels would show off my legs better,’ she thought. She’d have to go shopping. But later. For now she had to get going.

The bus was nearly empty. She was disappointed. She’d almost hoped another groper would be pressed against her body. She had to be content with her fantasy as she made her way to the concrete block that was the university library. It took her a moment, but she found Matt, her research buddy, sitting against a wall in the back corner of the collaborative space. She waved and bounced over to him.

“Holy boob job, Batman. I didn’t think you were the type to care about that stuff.” His eyes went wide as he saw her, clearly surprised at her changed appearance.

Emily giggled, “No boob job… yet.” She winked. “Lets get going study buddy. We’ve like got work to do.”

“Totally…” She didn’t clock his confused look as she opened her laptop and began to load up the spreadsheet she was working with.