I didn't see Lauren again until the next morning. I showered, dressed, and went downstairs for breakfast. I was halfway through my second slice of toast when she appeared at the door. She was wearing more makeup than usual, her hair was swept up, and she was wearing a dress I'd never seen before. I'd always found her to be attractive, but that was down to her personality, and how well we got on, but the image before me in the early morning light can only be described as stunning.
I realised I was just staring, with my mouth hanging open, so I said, 'Morning,' before remembering I was supposed to be angry with her. Although to be honest, I didn't know how I felt. On the one hand she had sent me around the local neighbourhood in various states of undress, something I could have been arrested for, but on the other hand it was kind of flattering. Not only did she find me attractive enough to want to see in various states of undress, but also to show me off to a friend of hers. Or it was just possible she thought I was pathetic, and liked to laugh at me. But if this was the case, would she have given me a blow job? It was messing with my head, so maybe it was just best to pretend like nothing had happened. I'd have to do that anyway when Lauren's daughters got home, so it might be good to get some practice in.
'Going somewhere?' I asked. Lauren still hadn't moved from the doorway. Perhaps she was drinking in the attention.
'Yes,' she smiled at me, 'we are.'
'We? I kinda had plans to get back to studying, 'And where might we be going?'
'Oh, nowhere in particular.'
I didn't like the sound of that. That sounded like she had plans.
'Well, thank you for your kind offer, but I really need to hit the books today. Some other time maybe.'
'Oh, this won't take long. And I think you are forgetting yesterday aren't you? I think you'll be coming with me if you don't want certain photographs of your good self all over your campus.'
Oh yeah. The photographs. One day old and they're already being used to blackmail me. What did she have planned this time?
'Fine, if that's the way you want to play it.' I put the last bite of toast into my mouth, and stood up.
'You're gonna need to change. There's a strict dress code.'
'What should I wear?'
'I've already picked something out for you. It's on your bed.'
I trudged upstairs, guessing that I would be seeing that bloody pink thong again. I was wrong.
After a couple of minutes, Lauren appeared at my bedroom door.
'It really shouldn't take you this long to get ready.'
I was still trying to figure out what was going on. All that was lying on the bed was a black tie.
'I don't have a suit to goes with this.' I knew that that was the point, but I was searching for something, anything to cling onto that maybe I didn't have to get my bits out in public again.
Lauren gave me a dry look, obviously beginning to lose patience with me.
'Look, if you don't just do what I say, then things will get worse for you. Like yesterday. If you'd just given me the towel when I asked for it, you wouldn't have had to go traipsing around the neighborhood in that G-string. Or pose for those photographs on the other side of the street. I do hope one day you'll learn.'
I raised my eyebrow and started to lift off my shirt.
'No!' Lauren snapped, and raised her hand to stop me. 'We're going to do this the hard way, then maybe you'll learn.' She beamed at me. 'Let's do this downstairs.'
She picked up the tie and strode downstairs. I followed her silently. At the bottom of the stairs, she opened the front door.
'Please, I'll-' Lauren cut me off.
'Outside. Now.'
I stepped out, hoping that what I feared wasn't about to happen. It was. Lauren closed the door, and a moment later the window opened.
'In here.'
I looked around. It was early on a Sunday morning, and it was a quiet road anyway, so no one was around. I took my shirt off and threw it through the window. My socks followed, and after another glance around, my jeans.
'OK, hold it.'
The window closed and I waited, in my boxers, until Lauren opened the front door again. She closed it behind her and locked it.
'See what happens when you behave yourself?' She beamed at me. ' Wait here, I'll go and fetch the car.'
It was noticeably colder this morning than it was yesterday. I folded my arms across my chest to try and get a little warmer, and furtively looked around. After an age, Lauren's Mondeo came around the corner, and pulled up three doors away. I cursed her and ran to it. I pulled on the passenger door handle. It was locked. The window rolled down.
'Boxers off please.'
I began to complain but a look from Lauren made me stop. I glanced around and quickly pulled my pants down. I went to throw them in through the window, but Lauren had already wound it up again. She motioned to her window and rolled it down. I sighed, and ran around the front of the car to the driver's side. I passed them to Lauren through the open window. Lauren took out her handbag, folded my shorts up neatly, and tucked them away. She was deliberately going slowly, extending my embarrassment. She wound up the window, blew me a kiss, put the car in gear, and drove off.
I was stark bollock naked, in the middle of the road, absolutely flabbergasted. I had no way of getting back in the house, there was nobody in there to let me in, and with nowhere to hide. I heard another car coming, I looked around me desperate for something to hide behind, but there was nothing. I sprinted to the nearest house and backed up against the wall, with both hands over my crotch trying to hide myself. The car passed by without, apparently, noticing me. I desperately tried to think of a course of action. There was nowhere to hide here. That meant I would have to go somewhere to find cover. But where? And what if Lauren came back? What if she didn't? All this was running through my head when I heard her. I didn't know it was a her at this point, I could just hear footsteps. Fast footsteps. I looked up, and there she was, jogging down the road.
She was a brunette, long hair bouncing in a ponytail behind her. She wore a yellow headband, which matched the (very tight) yellow vest top she was wearing, along with very short black lycra shorts. She had a bottle of water in one hand, which she brought to her lips as she went by me. I tried as hard as I could to back into the wall behind me, so much so that I probably had a brickwork pattern on my arse.
I breathed out after she had passed the next house, but I froze again, when I saw her stop. I had the perfect rear view, and I must say, her backside was perfect, and those short shorts, I mean wow! I couldn't help but look, and I felt the first stirrings in my cock. I tried desperately to stop what was happening but I couldn't. And then she turned around and looked directly at me. Dead in the eye. She cocked her head to one side and raised her eyebrow.
