Yep

The next morning, Emily emerged from the bathroom in her new outfit, giving Tom a nervous smile before heading off for her run. Tom couldn’t take his eyes off her as she left, her butt jiggling very enticingly in the new shorts. When she returned she found Tom sitting at the table with a bowl of cereal in front of him, an empty bowl, the milk and several choices of cereal set out across from him ready for her.

“Sorry Em, no time for a cooked brekkie this morning, I’ve got class in a bit. How was the run?”

“It was great! This outfit was definitely comfier and cooler, thanks again!”

“No worries! So, uh, did Bill cause any issue?”

“Not any more than last time…”

“Oh yeah, what did he say today?”

Emily gave him a slightly suspicious look. “He did boast about his, umm, penis, and said he was “free anytime” if I wanted to “come see it.””

Tom laughed. “Well at least we know now that he thinks you’re pretty enough, as Asha put it.”

Emily narrowed her eyes. “Gross Tom, is that what this is about? You were upset that our gross old neighbour doesn’t think I’m hot?”

“What? No babe! I was just kidding, geez!”

“Hmph,” Emily said, striding out of the room to go have a shower.

Tom sat there, lost in thought, his breakfast forgotten in front of him. Maybe he did care what Bill thought about Emily. He was very proud of himself for being able to land such a good looking girlfriend, and he was a bit upset when it seemed like she didn’t stack up against the other girls getting catcalled by Bill. It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried to get Emily to dress a little more sexily in the past, but the conversation with Asha may have started the ball rolling for this latest push. By the time Emily got out of the shower, Tom felt like he owed her an apology.

“Hey Emily, you might have been a little bit right, I think what Asha said did get to me a little.”

“That’s ok baby, we all do stupid stuff out of pride occassionally, and I did get some very nice clothes out of this particular time,” she said with a smile as she sat down at the table. Tom breathed a sigh of relief, before quickly shovelling down the rest of his cereal and rushing to get to class on time.

That night in bed Tom was absent-mindedly stroking up and down Emily’s thigh, when she suddenly rolled over on top of him and began kissing him deeply. He quickly increased the vigour of his stroking, giving her backside a good squeeze. Soon she had his pants pulled down and was stroking his cock, a hungry look in her eyes. She was wearing a thin crop top, and her nipples poked out against the fabric, stiff from arousal. Tom grinned at her, happy that them moving in together had already resulted in two hand jobs within just over a week.

“Oh fuck babe, you look so hot right now,” Tom moaned.

“Oh yeah, you like my big tits in this little shirt? You like the way my nipples poke through? Do you think Bill liked the way my tits looked in that top this morning?” Emily said breathily, a coy smile on her face. Tom instantly locked eyes with her, a concerned look on his face. “He might have even been able to see my nipples through the top, seeing as it is a bit thinner. Do you reckon he jacked his big dick thinking about my tits today?” Emily continued, a slightly evil glint in her eyes still slowly stroking up and down his cock.

“Oh fuck!” Tom suddenly exclaimed, overcome by a powerful orgasm. Emily, unprepared for the sudden ejaculation, had her shirt and hands splattered with cum. She gave an undignified squeal, jumping backwards off the bed and rushing to the bathroom to clean herself off. Tom fell back onto the bed, a deep sense of shame filling him. Emily returned from the bathroom, her tits bare. She quickly grabbed a fresh shirt from the cupboard and pulled it on. She walked back and stood at the foot of the bed, nervously looking at Tom, still processing what had just happened.

Finally Emily broke the heavy silence. “Sorry, I was just having a little fun, getting back at you, I didn’t mean to…” she trailed off, unsure what to say.

Tom let out a heavy sigh “It’s fine babe, I know you didn’t mean to… well you know. And it wasn’t your fault, it was me. So yeah, seriously, don’t worry about it.”

Emily tentatively climbed into bed and Tom gave her a reassuring kiss on the cheek, before wrapping her in his arms. Soon she drifted off to sleep. Tom, however, took almost another hour to join her, his mind a turmoil of conflicting emotions, all swirling around the memory of easily the best orgasm he’d ever had.

-

The next morning Emily left for the gym wearing one of her old sports bras and a pair of yoga pants, with a long shirt over the top. Tom breathed a sigh of relief, happy for a return to normalcy after last night. He had breakfast ready for her when she got back, after which she rushed off to an early class.Tom headed over later, and had one class before meeting up with her for lunch. He had a long lecture afterwards, meanwhile she headed home for the day. Tom struggled to pay attention to the lecturer, his mind running wild with images of Emily showing off her incredible body to the gross old pervert next door. For some reason, while the idea did make him angry and jealous, and made his heart pound with angst, it also made him incredibly aroused. By the time he got home he was having trouble thinking straight with how horny he was. He did his best to keep it together, giving Emily a warm greeting as he entered the apartment. He headed straight to the bathroom, thinking that he could maybe quickly jerk off to get some relief. Instead he spotted the new outfit in the hamper. Not quite sure what he was planning, he pulled it out, along with everything else in the hamper, which included the cumstained shirt from last night. He then loaded them into the washing machine.

“Oh, was there enough there for a full load?” Emily asked from behind him.

Tom jumped a little. “Maybe not quite,” he said hastily, “I thought I’d better get that shirt from last night in before it’s stained for good.”

“Oh ok, good thinking, thanks!”

After dinner, Tom got up and moved the washing into the dryer. After watching a couple of episodes of a show with Emily, he pulled it out, folded it and put it away, placing the new outfit prominently on top of everything else. He then got in the shower, and, finally getting a moment by himself, quickly began jacking off. He tried to just think of Emily as he did, but soon the images that had been swirling around his head earlier returned. He saw Emily bending over Bill, letting him look straight down her top. She squeezed her tits together, before pulling the top off and thrusting her naked chest into his face. Before long, Tom found himself spurting his cum onto the shower wall, only just managing to hold back a groan. He ashamedly washed it off, before getting out, pulling on his pyjamas and joining Emily in bed. Now clear headed, he considered getting back up to move the new outfit somewhere less prominent, but he figured that would be even more suspicious now, so instead he wrapped his arms around Emily, soon drifting off to a sleep filled with visions of Emily showing her body off to Bill in outrageous outfits.