Maggie’s Slutty Reality Ch. 2.4

I think this is the path I want to go down, tell me what you guys think.

“What are you doing here? I thought you left for college in California?” I was happy to see her but at the same time felt very exposed in my current state.

I had just had an intense orgasm, I was stuffed completely with two large, malfunctioning, vibrating dildos that were locked in place in a not-so-subtle chastity belt and with hot wet my clothes were along with how dark it was, I couldn’t even imagine the way I must have looked. What shocked me the most was the sudden hug she gave me, walking right up to me and putting her arms around me and squeezing me tight. Natalie had never really been the touchy feely type, especially not to me, I could easily tell you the few times she ever had actually touched me, that’s how rare it was.

“It was just too expensive and my grades were slipping a little so I transferred to UCF and came home, I’m actually living in the garage apartment since my parents turned my room into my dad’s new mancave,” she said all with a smile looking even more happy than upset that her room had been changed.

She finally let me go after a big bear hug and not too soon as I felt my bare chest pushed up against her sports bra clasped breasts and hoped she didn’t notice that I was going braless or my new accessories. With so much to worry about, I almost wished that this had just been a normal run and not some kinky adventure for me to get caught.

“So you couldn’t sleep either and decided to go for a run?”

“Yeah, I guess could say that, I just…”

“I know what you mean, I’m still on west coast time and with being back in good old pleasantville, it’s just not as stimulating as it was in San Fran.”

Stimulating? Maybe she meant with all the traffic and people, downtown city life and all of that, but there was something strange by the way she said it.

“Mmmph,” a low moan escaped as the vibrators gave a strong, sudden pulse inside of me and my flinch and noise didn’t go unnoticed by Natalie.

“Hey are you ok? You’ve gotten really out of shape since I last left, haven’t you?” She looked concerned but at the same time couldn’t help but mess with me, “I mean running wise, you still look great, it’s just,” that comment kind of threw me off and her as well it seems, if I couldn’t tell any better, she was flustered and blushing.

“Yeah, mmm, I just, I just,” the dildos kept pulsing on and off making it harder to think and harder to hide, “pushed it a little too hard!” I uncontrollably yelled out trying to force the words out of my mouth, “and just pulled a muscle I think.”

“Hey, I can help you out, for old time’s sake, like you did for me that one time,” she ran her hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face.

Before I forget I probably should describe Natalie a bit, to start, she was one of the few female friends I had but we weren’t super close, if anything we were like team mates but never really hung out if that makes sense. Some would describe her as the feminine version of myself, we were about the same height, but somehow with the way she dressed her breasts always seemed to look bigger than mine, her waist tighter and her butt rounder. She had long brown hair she either put up in a pony tail or had it nicely brushed to look like a model. She was always really pretty and I guess in some ways I envied the attention she always got from everyone at school.

“No that’s ok, I’m good, I’m almost home anyways, a hot bath will do wonders,” it was if the vibes inside of me were trying to make that all sound unconvincing as my legs began to buckle and my words came with unnatural pauses.

“It’s no trouble at all, don’t worry about it,” she held my hand and put her left on my shoulder slowly pushing me down to the ground to sit and in my current state, it made it pretty easy for her to get me sitting on the ground.

She sat in front of me, cross-legged and without even asking which leg, began massaging into my right calf. She placed my foot onto her lap and kneaded her fingers deep into my muscle. I did this for once, after our very first practice, I had already been running for my school for a year and she had just joined her sophomore year to get in shape and make some new friends, or at least that’s what she had told us all. I think she just wanted to get attention from the boys and her mom wanted her to have something to add to her college resume.

“Mmmm,” her fingers felt so good and the dildos were staying at a low level, teasing me and keeping me hot as she touched me, I couldn’t help but bite my lip and close my eyes, savoring the feeling.

I opened my eyes, trying to bring myself back to reality and stopping myself from getting too carried away, “so how was, um, California?”

I didn’t know what to ask or what to say, the question sounded awkward coming out, but honestly the whole situation kind of was, this was far from the Natalie I remembered going to school with.

“It was something else, far different from anything here, you would never believe the things I’ve seen,” she paused and turned her eyes away like she was almost scared or ashamed to look at me, “you would probably think it was crazy, or weird, I mean I remember how religious you and your family is.”

For a moment there was an awkward silence, as if she was waiting for me to give her some kind of permission or sign that it was ok and I wasn’t going to judge her.

“Oh, trust me, I’ve changed too, I’m not that tight assed like my parents,” I paused as she took my leg and grabbed my ankle, putting another hand under my knee to bend it and pushing my leg right up against my chest.

The action lifted the strap around my waist higher up causing the dildos to push deeper inside of me, it almost felt like a frontal wedgie as my knee touched my chin.

“It would be nice to talk to someone about, what it was like, I don’t think any of my friends would ever understand and I couldn’t tell my parents in a million years, but I need to, I mean want to at least have someone to share with,” she looked nervous but excited and it made me anxious to know what she was talking about at all.