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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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She looked at the big pile of her discarded old clothes, and then at the bags of new clothes. She dumped the new ones on her bed, remembering as she did how she'd lay in her own piss and cum the night before, her pussy constantly twitching in endless orgasm. The memory made her hot, and she had to fight it.
The new clothes were all tiny tops, ridiculously short skirts, skin-tight pants. She didn't know what to do. She was locked in her belt, and with Stephanie gone with the key, she wasn't sure if anything she wore would really hide it. She doubted Stephanie would let her go out without it, anyway. She wasn't sure she blamed her. She'd probably get horny and end up finger fucking herself in the middle of lunch.
She opted for the longest of the skirts, which ended just above her knees. It was dark blue, and not tight enough that the outline of the belt would be very visible. She pulled a tight matching top over her head, no bra, and saw that it left her midriff bare. Sexy, but not quite slutty. Of course, her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric helped cross that line. It didn't even cross her mind to put on a bra. That should have been another indication that she was no longer the old Toni.
She put on a little bit of makeup, but didn't make herself look like a prostitute, as Layla had done the day prior. She checked herself in her full-length mirror. She looked good. She was cute, sexy, a touch of slut. She pinched her nipples and gasped, gave herself a sultry little pout and giggled. If she'd been anyone else, she'd want to fuck her.
She paused at that thought. Is that what she was doing, subconsciously? Was she trying to get Tom to fuck her? She didn't think so, but her sex-crazed brain was funny these days. She sighed. It wouldn't happen anyway. Her cunt was locked up, and her ass was plugged. She turned around, checked her ass in the mirror. The butt plug was hidden. She wondered why she hadn't just taken it out, but decided that she liked the feeling of fullness it gave her, and the sensations it sent through her body when she walked or sat on it.
Her clock read just at thirty minutes since she'd hung up the phone, and she heard the roar of Tom's car in the driveway. He did like to rev that big engine. She picked up a little purse, dropped her phone and keys inside, slipped on a pair of blue slut heels, and went downstairs. Tom was knocking on the door.
Toni breathed and threw it open. Tom's big grin warmed her heart. Her handsome boyfriend looked great, as always. She threw herself into his muscled arms, pressed her head to his chest, and heard his heart beating in his chest. She pulled away, leaned up and gave him a kiss. Tom, used to her chaste lip pecks, gasped as Toni's tongue went into his mouth. She sucked at his tongue hungrily, pressing her tits into his body. She moaned lustily as she devoured his mouth. He could feel her nipples hard against him. No bra?
She finally pulled her tongue from his mouth, looking into his astonished face. She gave him a crooked smile.
"Did you miss me?" she said.
"Uh, yeah,"
"I missed you, too,"
"You look great!" he exclaimed.
He'd never seen Toni dressed this way. Skirts were definitely not her, and the tight top, no bra. She looked amazing.
"Are you sure you're Toni?" he asked.
"Yes, you big lughead. It's really me,"
"You're gorgeous,"
"Why, thank you. You're quite dashing yourself,"
She spun around, letting him get a good look at her.
"Well, I don't know what they did to your fashion sense in that place, but I like it," he said.
They turned me into a slut, she thought, and Tom noticed her demeanor shift, the bubbly attitude slipping.
"I'm sorry," he said quickly, "that was rude. I was just making a joke. I guess it's not really that funny, though,"
"It's alright," she said, forcing her smile back on, "Hungry?"
"Starving!"
He held his arm out for her, and she looped hers though it, letting him lead her to his car. He kindly opened her door, and let her in. He slid behind the wheel, cranked the engine with a loud roar, and backed down the driveway.
"Any place in particular you want to go?" he asked.
"Somewhere normal," she said, "pizza?"
"I like it,"
They were quiet as Tom drove them through town, though it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. They were both lost in their thoughts. Toni wondered how to start over. They'd been together for a year before she went away, and they'd been friends for several years before that. They'd both been in sports, had many of the same friends, but that was the old Toni. How did she begin to put it back together, now. How did she even evaluate her feelings as the new Toni?
Tom pulled into the lot of Dortano's. This was their spot every Friday night, after Tom's games. She recalled, vividly, piling into the place with others from the football team, the ditsy cheerleaders hanging on their arms. It was like remembering ghosts. Tom came around and opened her door, held out his hand. Toni took it and got out, holding onto his hand tightly. He opened the door of the restaurant, and Toni gave him a peck on the cheek as she walked inside.
She immediately drew the attention of every male in the room. Their eyes scanned her body, and she wondered if they could smell her pussy's arousal, maybe on a subconscious level. She was so hot as they looked her up and down, probably imagining what her body looked like, what her pussy tasted like, how tight she was, and if she squealed like a slut when they pushed their cocks into her.
She tried to center herself, ignore the heat between her legs. Tom stepped in behind her, and many of the men found other things to look at. Time seemed to start moving again. She held Tom's hand as they walked up to the counter. He put in their order, knowing just what she liked, and then took her to a table in the corner, away from the majority of the afternoon crowd.
"So," Toni said experimentally, "Tell me how the season ended,"
Tom, on familiar ground, opened up easily enough.
"Well, we stomped Cross University in the final game," he said, "They never even scored. I won the bet with their team captain,"
"The bet?"
"Yeah. You were there, at Mike Pierson's place the week before the game. I told them we'd hold them scoreless. He had to streak the field after the game,"
Toni did remember it, now.
"Oh my God! He actually did it?"
"He didn't want to. Coach told him that if he couldn't stick to his word, then he was gonna bench him next year,"
Toni laughed, and it felt good. This was what she needed, something normal.
"Lucy tried to throw herself at me after the game," he admitted, "said that you were getting shipped off to a nuthouse, and never coming back,"
"Did she?" Toni said dangerously.
"She said that you probably didn't even know how to suck a dick, and that I needed someone who did. I told her to go shove a dick down her throat and get lost," he said proudly.
Toni toyed with her straw. If only Lucy knew.
"She ended up fucking Jim Harris, at a party later that night,"
"I wasn't, you know, in a crazy house," Toni said suddenly.
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