Setting the stage

Having surveyed Julie’s room previously, I quickly padded into the bedroom. Still naked I rummaged her drawers and picked out Julie’s clothing for the day. By the time Julie had appeared from the bathroom I had laid out a conservative grey skirt and blazer along with a short-sleeve, white, Angora sweater with a low-cut V-neck opening.

“What’s this?” Julie asked as she entered the room, shaking the tiny droplets of water from the ringlets in her tousled hair.

“It’s your outfit for today,” I lightheartedly replied.

Julie eyed the outfit and commented, “Good taste.” She then crossed the short distance to her dresser and opened her underwear drawer. Her eyes bugged out as she spied the empty drawer, totally devoid of any of her undergarments. “Where’s my …”

“In the trash,” I replied, answering her unfinished question. “You won’t need them anymore. Now that I know what you need, we need to make sure you are ready at all times.” I could sense a nervous smile barely forming as she fought the urge to give in to me. I also answered her next unasked question. “Your raggedy old bras are there too. We’ll go shopping for some more appropriate ones soon.”

“Derek Thompson, you are so nasty,” Julie sneered as she grabbed her skirt. I sat naked on her bed and watched her slide the skirt up her sexy legs and wiggle her ass as she pulled the top over her curvaceous hips. She had that wonderfully pleasant look that emanated from her inner soul, one of a freshly fucked woman who loved herself. “Aren’t you going to get dressed,” she asked. I told her that I had plenty of time for that, however, she was the one who needed to hurry; otherwise, she’d be late for her first class of the day. She knew that already, having wasted an abundant amount of time in the bathroom. She pulled on the sweater and I admired the way it clung to her swollen breasts, yet revealed the tempting flesh that lay hidden beneath it. She sat at her dresser and began fixing her hair and makeup. “You can’t stay here, you’ve gotta leave too!”

“I will,” I replied as I lay down atop the comforter, “when I’m ready.” I could see the panic on Julie’s face again. “Don’t worry! I’ll be gone before your husband gets home.”

Julie shook her head in disbelief as she returned to getting ready for work. As she was finishing her makeup, Julie realized that the sweater was going to give her problems. Her breasts itched from the Angora wool in direct contact with her flesh. She picked at the sweater, momentarily pulling it away from her breasts to alleviate the itching sensation. By the time she finished brushing her hair and styling it, she was picking at the sweater again. This time she noticed that her nipples had jutted back out, probably from the contact with the wool. “Can I change this sweater for something else? It’s making me itch.”

“No,” I replied, laughing. “That’s the whole idea. Every time you fix your sweater, you’re going to think about me, and what just happened here this morning. It’s a reminder for you, how horny I can make you, and how much you like our little games.” I grabbed her blazer and handed it to her. She took it from me with great resignation, shaking her head, not believing she had gotten herself into this mess, and actually liked it! I knew that merely mentioning the relationship of the sweater and me, would stick with Julie throughout the day. She wouldn’t be able to adjust her sweater, even subconsciously, without thinking about me. It would drive her crazy. “Just promise me you’ll be gone before he gets home.”

“He’ll never know.” I waited until she turned to leave before I added, “Unless of course you want him to!”

Julie stopped dead in her tracks and spun on her heels, looking at me with a mix of frightened and questioning eyes. She huffed an indignant sigh and silently turned to leave once again. I lay back in the bed dreaming of the possibilities as I listened to Julie rushing out the door.