Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 8.2

The longer my father stared, the more exposed I started to feel, I couldn’t tell if seconds or minutes had passed that I had become that self-conscious at how he was looking at me. I started to wonder if my way of thinking was because of the person I was now because of everything that I had experienced, or I would have had these thoughts even before I had lost my virginity that day. Would it have been any different in I had been wearing a bra or maybe even one of my hoodies or that I wasn’t thinking of the new piercings on my nipples and how easily they could have probably have been seen if I had chosen a different, thinner shirt. What if the rubbing causes my nipples to harden, what if the bars start showing under my shirt and my dad is still staring and my mom sees and freaks out that I have nipples piercings and they throw me out of the house for realizing what a slut I am.

“Hey sweetie your phone is ringing, maybe you should get that?” my Mom startled me tapping on my shoulder realizing I wasn’t paying attention to her and what she was saying.

“I’ll go get that right now, could be someone important.” I got up, grabbing a half of a sandwich and stuffing it into my mouth on the way back to my room not realizing how hungry I actually was and grabbed my phone to see I had a voicemail left on it.

My stomach clenched, only seeing that I had a voicemail and a missed call and had no idea who it was from yet, like that feeling you get when you know you are suddenly in trouble and yet I had no idea what I did to feel like that, maybe just missing a call was going to get me in trouble enough. I mean these people had everything on me and more and could easily ruin my life with a few emails and the link the site they created of me.

I hit play on the voicemail and put my phone to my ear instead of on speaker, worried that my mom could walk in at any moment and hear who had left the message, “hey, it’s Zach, the guys and I were hanging out and you’ve been kind of MIA and thought would drop you a line to see if you wanted to come over and hang with us for old time sake, maybe get your ass kicked in some Mario Kart and smoke a little, well head over to my place if you feel like hanging out, no pressure.”

I felt myself breath again, relieved to have some normal piece of my life back and headed out. I thought about putting some underwear on, but I saw that everything that was left in there was so thin and slutty that either it wouldn’t matter or makes things worse and decided it may be better just to go without.

“Hey Zach called, I’m heading out to hang with my friends,” I grabbed my keys, phone and wallet and felt like I had some control over my life once again.

It wasn’t too long of a walk, over the years I had gotten pretty used to it, I mean I lived in a small town, I had been walking to school since I could walk with my parents and then on my own once I hit middle school, although the first time I knew my dad was spying on me making sure I got there in one piece and didn’t wander off the second I saw a stray kitten. For some reason my parents always saw me as a little scatter brained but, well, they weren’t wrong, I was.

Thankfully it was a nice day out and I wasn’t over heating or freezing cold on the way, it gave me time to just clear my head and forgot about everything, even for a short while. When I finally did make it to Zach’s place, the door was unlocked and I could already here the yells of frustration and victory coming up from up in his room. Shit, Carlos was here and he knew everything and I fell asleep last night as he was trying to have sex with me, what am I going to do.

“Hey Megs! Get your ass up here before we smoke ourselves to death,” that was my queue to stop thinking and get my ass up there.

The room smelt like some strong smelly weed and everyone was transfixed on the tv, all with controllers in their hands, Zach had upgraded and gotten a Switch. I wasn’t surprised, the guy was swimming in money, even if he didn’t look like it, he always had the latest everything. No one seemed to acknowledge me coming in, which wasn’t a bad thing, I felt I would have been embarrassed and started blushing if they had all just suddenly start starring at me all at the exact same time. I looked over at Carlos who was sitting up on the bed and felt he glanced over at me for a second but couldn’t tell because of the light from the television glaring off his glasses.

Zach grabbed the bong and moved it to his right as he was sitting on the floor, “you’re way behind, time to catch up padawan.”

“Padawan?!?! I’ve been smoking just as long as you?” I laughed and crashed down on the floor next to him, grabbing the bong Zach, grabbing the lighter from in front of him and flicked it over to me.

I’d like to say my keen reflexes allowed me to catch it but it nailed me right in the head and fell to my lap, embarrassingly, I guess it was better than other forms of embarrassment that could have happened. Not learning my lesson, I lit it up and took a big hit, not even knowing what new strain they were smoking and it hit me like a…wrecking ball. My body was starting to get warm, something I was used to when I smoked, but I felt my skin and inners start tingling all over, and I started to feel a little light headed, but at least for the first time in a while, I wasn’t anxious or stressing about what was going to happen next. Matt tossed me a controller and I finally realized, I was here, hanging out with my friends, smoking and playing games as usual, mocking each other with every loss, throwing trash talk during each race.

We passed the bong around as we played and I took another hit, even high I was still kicking their asses, but with each race the tingling got stronger, my once baggy shirt felt like it was tight against my chest, rubbing up against my nipples with each motion. I moved forward thinking I was sitting on the back and it was pulling it but in doing so it caused the front of my shorts to pull tightly between my legs into my crotch giving me a full-frontal wedge, digging between my lips that were still sensitive and sore from yesterday. I started to worry that the stimulation was soon going to be visible and got up to head to the bathroom.

“Looks like the padawan couldn’t hold her smoke,” sometimes when Zach smoked, he became kind of a dick, well more so than usual, but being just as high it usually didn’t bother us, falling on deaf ears.

“Shit man, I just need to pee, and you need a break from the harsh beating I’ve been given you,” I blew a kiss and headed towards the bathroom, not sure why I had just done that.

My nipples were throbbing, my shorts felt like they were trying to get inside of me or at least show everyone what the outline of my pussy looked like and I worried without panties that there may be a wet spot. Once in, I made sure to lock the door this time and turned on the lights, cringing at what the mirror was about to reveal. Funny enough, I looked fine, I mean my cheeks were a little flushed but other than that, my nipples weren’t piercing through my shirt like spikes and there wasn’t a huge wet spot on the front of my shorts like I just peed myself, in fact there wasn’t any wet spots at all.

Out of curiosity I lifted up my shirt to really, for the first time look at my nipples, I had kind of been avoiding it since yesterday, really scared to see the new piercings, something that I had not agreed to. My nipples were hard, and on each side of them there were small metal balls holding the bar of middle through me. Like any smart person seeing something they knew they probably shouldn’t touch, I touched…and expecting it to hurt was surprised when instead I felt a large shock of pleasure, I mean it was still a bit tender just having it happen but just slightly grazing over my nipple felt like nothing I had ever felt before. I felt myself starting to get wet and out of fear of wetting my pants I quickly dropped them looking for a piece of toilet paper to wipe it up but seeing just an empty roll.

I looked under the sink figuring there were a few rolls there and I found them, right next to a stash of Zach’s dirty magazines.