Maggie’s Slutty Journey Ch. 8.2

“Hey, hey, hey,” Nat came up running behind me, “don’t be like that, it’s all in good fun.”

I hate to say it but I was storming off like an angry five-year-old throwing a tantrum with mommy behind trying to calm me down. I can only imagine how I must have looked as I put my coat on, arms crossed and throwing a very bitchy expression stomping my feet on the ground.

Nat grabbed me and spun me around, “I’m sorry if things got out of hand, but I didn’t let them get too far,” she put her hand on my chin and raised it to make eye contact with her, “you trust me, right?”

Her hands gripped my hips, pulling her in closer to me, “I do,” I responded looking her right in the eye, trying not to giggle, I was very bad at looking people in the eye, but I didn’t want her to think that I wasn’t somewhat frustrated with hr.

Her hands moved lower to my bare thighs, “and let’s be honest, you kind of enjoyed it, right?”

I hesitated to answer, I knew she wanted me to say yes, and that would justify what happened and her letting it get that far and her whole devious little plan.

“I, um,” her hand gracefully slipped under the coat and between my legs, just close enough to my slit that I could feel its presence but not actually touching me and that was teasing enough as it is.

She leaned in close, nibbling on my ear before whispering, “come on, if you really didn’t, you could have said no anytime and I would have rushed in, but deep down,” her hand trailed higher making contact with my bare slit causing me to gasp in both shock and pleasure.

“Deep, deep down,” the side of her hand rubbed firmly between my wet folds, brushing up against my clit as I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning, “you did enjoy it, I would feel really bad if you didn’t,” she continued her assault and all I could do was bite my lip and nod as she pulled back looking deeply into my eyes.

“That being said, you only were able to get 1 win this whole time am I right?”

I couldn’t help but look down, I felt almost ashamed that all I got was the 1, even with everything that happened she somehow made me feel bad for only being able to do that much, like I had let her down somehow and I really wanted to do better to make up for it.

“So, you know what that means right?” I nodded my head, still looking down at the ground like a child about to be punished.

She made sure all of the buttons were undone on my coat and wrapped the belt back around me and closed it. To be honest it didn’t really feel so exposing to not have the coat buttoned along with the belt, but I feared, that was soon going to change.

Beep! Beep!

I felt half in a daze as she toyed with me, hardly noticing how she reached into her purse and pulled out a phoned, “our ride is here.”

“Are we going back to the hotel?”

“No, the fun has only begun, we’re going to a club tonight, have to have you have the full experience if you really want to come live out here one day.”

We quickly walked over to a street corner and as we walked, the coat was feeling, flimsier and less concealing with each step, I almost felt like a cliché prostitute when we reached our pick-up location.

“Ok, let’s have some more fun,” I rolled my eyes worried about the next game Nat had just come up with, “if you sit in the passenger seat you can keep your coat just like it is, but if you sit in the back, you’ll have to open it completely, oh and, no touching it the whole ride there.”

My options were, have a chance of not being exposed but sitting in sight of the driver or sitting behind him practically naked and definitely being seen.

“Fine, I guess I’m riding in the front,” I fixed my jacket, tied the belt tighter and prepared myself for one anxiety driven ride.

When the driver pulled up, Natalie quickly opened the back door, “hey, do you mind if my friend sits up front, she tends to get car sick when she sits in the back.”

“That’s ok with me, don’t want to have to charge you girls a nice clean up fee or have to clean up vomit from my new car.”

I opened the door and noticed the driver looking right at me, your average looking guy, around my age, he wasn’t the hottest guy I had ever seen but not ugly and his freckles almost made him seem innocent. I leaned in to sit down and immediately felt that was a regret and stood up straight before he got a good look at my exposed chest that the coat wasn’t concealing at all as I bent over. I decided to go for the lady like approach and turned around, sitting into the seat and spinning in with my legs tightly together.

Once I sat, I felt a tap on my shoulder, as I looked back Nat was handing me my phone and I took it, rather confusingly.

Nat: You know, I think our driver may be a virgin.

Me: I’m not fucking our driver Nat, he’s driving the car for god sakes, you want to die?

Nat: I just think it’s funny that he’s next to a practically naked, sexy little thing like you and doesn’t even know it, probably the closest he may ever get to pussy in a while.

“So, are you girls students or here on vacation or something?”

“Oh, I’m a student, my friend here is visiting though.”

Nat: Poor thing, he keeps looking over at you, I think he thinks you’re pretty.

I blushed at the comment, really hoping he wasn’t able to read my text messages. If he could I wasn’t sure who would be more embarrassed, him or me, definitely not Nat.