Driving home.

The next morning, you wake up early, peel yourself reluctantly away from Alex's embrace and busy yourself with packing everything up. As you work you bask in the autumn sunshine, filling your naked body with a glowing feeling that works away at the residual ache from all of your night time athletics. With everything apart from the tent and sleeping bag packed, you stretch out on the lake shore nibbling on a granola bar and reading a book, letting the golden rays caress your curves, waiting for your man to stir.

Alex does not have class until the afternoon, so you take your time over the journey home, swapping the driver's seat every now and then and stopping for an early lunch in a little town your dad likes to visit on the way to his fishing trips. You also stop at least once to fuck in a gas station restroom when the horniness gets too much. You drop him off at college before heading home and looking for Gwen while you unpack the gear and clean everything. She is studiously ignoring her work and needs no further encouragement to pack it in and grab a smoothie. Over the fruit juice, you tell her about the new job, the training, Alex's reaction and, let's be honest, mostly about last night.

"Babes, you are going to need some new clothes for this job. All we've bought you is sexy summer chick stuff and you're going to need to rock the secretary look." You arch your eyebrow at her. Secretary is one of her favorite films, and you have a feeling she is picturing you on your knees at a typewriter with your ankles chained together while a client jerks off in your face. Gwen's always been a bit kinky, but you shut that shit down.

"It's just training for the next couple of months. The on-the-job stuff starts just before christmas. I'm going to be quite a different shape by then, so let's leave the kinky secretary shit for now. But you're right, I'm going to need some more professional looking threads. My first class is tomorrow, can I borrow some of your stuff and we can go shopping on Saturday?"

It's a date. Gwen pays, you run to the bathroom, and before long you're back at the house picking out the clothes. You go for simple: a stylish white shirt and skinny black jeans, with some comfortable flats. Tomorrow, you'll try to keep a low profile and not stand out from the rest of the class and just go with the flow, so you don't want to be turning heads if possible. Unfortunately, as always happens when borrowing Gwen's clothes, your larger (and expanding) bust means that the effect isn't quite what you intended, with more than a hint of cleavage on display.

After stripping and slipping back into your usual style, you spend a pleasant evening cooking dinner with Mom, while Gwen pretends to work and Dad does... whatever it is he does. You eventually head to bed, warmed by the affection of your family and tired from the early start today, you don't even need to masturbate tonight, instead slipping under the covers and off to sleep almost immediately.