[A sequel to My First Frat Party, another true story... enjoy!]
A couple of weeks after the frat party, I started feeling guilty for my indiscretions. James had come by about a week after and brought me a dozen roses, proclaimed his undying love for me, and did everything he could to make me feel like a queen. But really, I felt like a shit for having been with another guy – even if we didn't 'go all the way.' I knew James would never cheat on me, and after talking it out with a few friends, I decided I had to come clean. I expected him to break up with me. Or that he would at least be incredibly pissed. But his response was far from it – at least on the phone when I told him.
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It had been a LONG day – classes straight through from 9am to 7:30pm, and I was exhausted when I finally got out of the car and dragged my tired ass into the apartment. I tossed my bookbag to the side, checked if my roomie was home (he wasn't), and slipped out of my clothes and into the bathroom for a nice warm bath. I had only been in there a few minutes when I heard banging in the kitchen. I hadn't heard anyone come in, but assumed it was my roommate making some dinner, so I didn't think anything of it.
After a half hour or so, I slipped out of the bathtub, wrapped up in my towel and opened the bathroom door, where I found a short black skirt, a nearly see-though low-cut shirt, and my matching black lace thong and push-up bra sitting outside the door. I scooped up the clothes. Was James here? I poked my head in the kitchen, and sure enough, he was standing there, cooking dinner. My eyes lit up and I walked over and kissed him gently on the cheek.
"James? I wasn't expecting you tonight! Hi sweetie!"
I can't say he was mean, but something in his voice was almost... cold.
"Hey Chloe. Why don't you go get dressed, sweetheart? I'll finish up withdinner."
"Sure I can't help with anything?" I asked as I ran my finger lightly down his back.
"I'm sure. Go get dressed. What I put out for you."
I headed back to my room and dried off before slipping on the outfit James had picked out. It certainly WAS sexy, it hugged all my curves in the right places and really accentuated my breasts. Once I was dressed I dried my hair and put on some makeup – I figured I owed him at least that much after what had happened at the frat party.
I walked out to the living room and switched on the TV to browse what was on while I waited for James to finish cooking. When it was ready, James' dinner was lovely – teriyaki chicken, rice, and lots of steamed veggies, just the way I like them. We sat quietly as we ate, neither of us saying too much, and when dinner was over, I cleared the plates and cleaned up the kitchen as I usually do while James watched television.
Just as I was finishing up with the cleaning, I felt James' hands on my shoulders.
"You've been very naughty, Chloe," he whispered into my ear as his hands traveled down my back and rested on my round ass.
I bit my lip. "I know James, I'm sorry," I told him, as I turned to face him.
One of his hands moved to my hip to keep me from turning.
"Stay right where you are."
I felt his hands running down my hips, caressing my curves, lifting my skirt
slightly and pressing into my ass.
"I've been thinking, sweetie," he said coolly. "I'm not really mad, but I'm going to have to punish you for what you did. I can't just let you get away with that kind of behavior."
I tried to turn around again, but was stopped by James' grip on my lower body.
"I'm so sorry James. I really am, and it will never happen again, I swear! Please, just... don't do this. You don't need to punish me – you know that," I pleaded as my heart thudded in my chest.
"I can't let you go around showing that cute little body to every frat guy you meet at a party just because you're drunk, Chloe." His fingers squeezed into my hips, but one hand lifted towards my face. "You can't go around sharing that mouth of yours – of MINE, with guys just cause they like your tits and I'm not there." His hand brushed against my throat and then grabbed my jaw.
"You acted like a little slut, Chloe, and now, I'm going to punish you like one."
James whirled me around and pressed his lips against mine, hard, and then pulled my top down, revealing my bra. He flipped my skirt up over my ass and gave it a playful swat – a sign of what was to come, just before he dragged me down the hallway to my bedroom.