Monday morning (continued)
My legs were still trembling as I drove to campus. Who ever thought that I'd spread my legs and let three college guys stare at my most intimate places, and that I'd be so turned on I'd almost come while they watched?
If that weren't enough, here I was going to class barely dressed, in just a tank top, bra, and cutoffs! Never would I have considered going out in public for even ten minutes without panties before, except maybe in some horny late-night fantasy, but here I was, headed for a full day of classes, in really short shorts with nothing underneath.
As I parked the car I told myself I had to get out of this ridiculous living situation. So what if I'm broke--I obviously couldn't keep doing all this even if it did mean free rent?
I walked across campus to my first class. With every step I took, cool morning air bathed my crotch through my loose cutoffs. God it felt good! By the time I got to my seat I was totally aroused, and when I sat in my chair and put my knees together, the seam of my shorts pressed on my clit and sent little jolts right to my middle. I could hardly concentrate enough to take notes but my pussy felt so good I really didn't care.
By lunchtime my pussy was so wet the strings on the edges of my cutoffs were soaked and sticking to my legs. They pulled my skin as I walked, which drove me crazy. I bought a pair of scissors and found a restroom where I slipped off the shorts and tried to trim those little threads. Oops--the legs looked a little uneven, so I trimmed the material back on one side. Cutting denim with regular scissors didn't work so well, and I ended up trimming the other side, too. Then the first side again, dammit. By the time I gave up, those shorts were REALLY short. Oh, well.
I found a shady spot by the lake and sat down Indian-style in the shade of a big oak tree to eat my sandwich. My crotch wasn't really covered and if someone got close enough they'd see some pubic hair. I knew I should move my knees together, but I just didn't want to. I liked feeling the breeze tickle my pussy. With two fingers I pulled the hem of my cutoffs out and away from my crotch, which let more breeze in but also put my pubic hair and probably even my labia in plain sight.
Nobody was nearby but I was so turned on thinking that someone could 'accidentally' see me that I started sweating, and not from the heat. I just barely resisted slipping a finger into my aching pussy before I finally got back up and headed for my 2-o'clock class. Calculus. Doctor Gruber. Great if you need to get un-horny in a hurry.
Monday afternoon
Gruber mercifully shut up on time for a change and I drove my little Honda back to the duplex. OK, Susie--now you have a grip on yourself again and you're going to tell the guys you can't keep this up and you're moving out as soon as you find a place, and so you don't need the free rent and you won't be their naked entertainment any more.
Right.
Roxy's car was parked in front of my--I mean her--duplex, but Joe's was the only other car I could see.
Great. But I told myself once I talked to Joe, the hard part would be done. I parked in the garage and, not bothering to undress, I walked into the kitchen. "Joe, there's something I need to tell you."
No answer.
"Joe?" Hm. So where was he? I looked around. There was a chore schedule on the fridge--surprisingly fair. Steve would cook tonight and I'd clean up. But underneath it was a small dry-erase board with today's date on the top and a big TWO underneath.
I knew what that was--how many warnings I'd gotten so far today. I got an uneasy feeling when I remembered we still hadn't talked about what would happen if I ever got THREE warnings.
I started to lose my nerve. I just didn't feel like finding out what other ideas for penalties they'd cooked up. So like a good girl I sighed, slipped out of my clothes, and put them on my shelf in the washroom. I could still tell them about my decision, right? Even though I was naked? Sure!
I tried to relax. I lay down on the couch with my English Lit reading assignment, but there was no way I could concentrate. You try studying naked sometime.
I heard footsteps outside the front door and saw Joe through the window. I started to duck into the bathroom--but then I thought, 'No, I'm going to stop this--right here, right now.' I took a deep breath and stayed where I was.
The door opened, and Joe checked me out as he walked into the front room.
"Hey, Joe. We need to talk," I said.
"Susie, you've got a book on your lap."
"Yeah, I've been trying to study, which brings me to--"
"Susie, what does it say on the fridge?"
"Two warnings, but--"
"So move the book."
I sighed and put the book on the coffee table. Joe pointed at my knees and I moved them apart.
"More, Susie. I can't see up your cunt yet."
"Why are you acting like this? What do you want to see that you haven't already--"
"My point exactly, Susie. I've seen it all already, so you don't have any excuse for hiding it, and I want to see it again. All of it."
"Why do I have to do what you say?"
"Hello, Susie--look at the fridge again? Do you really want me and DJ and Steve deciding what you'll do when we give you a third warning?"
Go ahead. Call me a wimp. "No--not really." I put my feet on the coffee table and let my knees fall sideways.
Joe stood on the other side of the coffee table and leered at my pussy. "That's what I like about you, Susie. You love showing yourself to me."
I had to admit it. He was right. I was already starting to get wet.
"From now on, that's how I want you to sit whenever I'm around. Got it?"
I nodded.
"Now spread yourself for me, Susie. I want to see all of you."
"I--I already did that this morning."
"So? Do it again."
I used my fingers to spread my labia. They were so wet my fingers kept slipping. I moved my knees and ankles further apart. Sweat beaded between my boobs. I flashed back to the weekend--when they tied me to the chaise-longue with my legs spread. No tying necessary any more, though. I was spreading 'em on my own.
I could see the bulge in Joe's pants get bigger and bigger, and I flashed back to what else happened when I was tied to that damn chair.
We heard footsteps, then a knock at the front door. I flinched and almost closed my legs.
Joe frowned. "Uh-uh-uh. Remember--when I'm here you stay just like that. Don't move a muscle no matter what."
"But--but--this isn't part of the--"
"Yes it is. Two warnings you stay naked even if we have a visitor, remember?"
"Yes but I can go to my room--"
