I woke up, my arms and legs aching. Aidan rolled over and started rubbing my arm, kneading it. I purred and closed my eyes, losing myself to the massage. He continued this process for a while longer, then moved away from me. Although I wasn't looking at him, I could sense him looking at me. Ignoring his stare, I slid out of bed and padded across the room. I was still angry with him for last night, but it'd gotten me so hot. I tried to shake the thought away and decided that a nice hot shower might be the answer to my problems. I walked to the bathroom, closed the door and locked it. I didn't want any more sick little games from him.
I shrugged my robe off me then stepped into the shower, letting the warm water trickle on my sensitive skin. I lifted my face to it, smiling, then began to soap myself up. I worked in the soap harder as I thought about the night's events, kneading and pressing it in. I didn't know whether to be disgusted or turned on. I shook my head and continued to lather myself up.
I hopped out of the shower, wrapping my hair in a towel and wrapping a towel around me. I headed downstairs and went to the kitchen, grabbing a slice of pizza from a couple nights before. Call me a tramp, but cold pizza is nice. Anyways, as I munched on the snack, Aidan wandered in, smirking at me. "You left these upstairs." he remarked, placing my panties on the table.
I flung them off the table, glaring at him. He chuckled at me then leant in for a kiss. I turned my face away from him, the resent from yesterday kicking in. A hurt look crossed his face, then he sighed and walked over to the fridge. I looked over at him, he was so damn hard to stay mad at, especially when he was hurt. He always got this scolded-puppy look on his face if we argued. With his big brown eyes and messy blonde hair, he was the perfect vision of innocence. Or so it seemed, anyway. He walked back with a bowl of cornflakes, then sat at the other side of the table, not making eye contact.
"I'm going to town later." I said breaking the silence.
He looked up eagerly and said he'd take me. I rejected his idea and walked upstairs before he could try again. Now would be a good time to go, I thought to myself.
I put on a pair of plain white panties with matching bra, a blue denim skirt (Primark's best of course) and a lilac halter top. I completed the outfit with a white cotton jacket that only came up to my waist. My hair was slightly wavy from coming out of the shower, but it looked nice anyway so I left it like that. I put a pair of strap on heels and trotted down the stairs. I came downstairs to find Aidan already dressed, in his baggy jeans and hoodie.
Fuckfuckfuck.
I grabbed my bag and went for the front door when he stepped in front of it. "Nope, I'm coming with you Lex."
With that, he grabbed my hand and pulled me out to the car. I complained but he ignored me, opening the car door for me. I grumbled and stepped inside, not wanting him to come. He climbed in the car and we drove to town.
We got into a parking lot and I waited for him to unlock the door. He fiddled with something in his bag, not showing me what he was doing. Suspicion arose within me, and when he unlocked the door I darted out. He caught me by the shoulder and swung me around. I yelped and turned around to see if anyone had heard. Thankfully no one had. He grinned, producing that black vibrator from last night and this other strange contraption. "What are you doing?", I hissed.
"Hold still." he muttered, fiddling with my panties.
"Stop it, someone might see!" I whispered furiously, looking around. About 30 feet away there was a car pulling up. They were pulling up on the other side of the car so they wouldn't see us straight away but they'd see us if they walked this way. He pulled my panties down to my ankles lifted my skirt up, showing any passerby's my pussy.