Maggie’s Slutty Nightmare Ch. 4.1

I woke up rather abruptly and uncomfortably to an alarm that was set on my phone, an alarm that I hadn’t set myself. I picked up my phone to turn it off and go back to sleep but saw there was already a text message there waiting for me.

“Don’t go back to sleep, take a shower, shave your legs, arm pits and pubic hair, get dressed in your normal clothes in the second drawer and be over at your neighbors in 30 minutes.”

I got out of bed hearing something drop to the floor and looked down blushing to see the hot dog from last night. I picked it up and threw it into the trash and tried not to think of what my covers may look like because I had no time at all to do anything about it. Thankfully being naked already saves time from undressing and I turned on the shower to get the water warm before getting in, at least I was going to have that much before whatever was about to happen today.

My shower was always my escape, the place where it felt like the rest of the world didn’t exist, with hot water and steam, all my worries just melted away. I grabbed a razor and shaving cream and got into the shower to do what I had to get done, as fast as I could, this wasn’t a chance to relax, it was a rest stop before the main event. I was always good at shaving my legs so that didn’t take that long, neither did my arm pits, but shaving around my pussy was something I had only started doing recently and it always made me very nervous about accidentally nicking something. Once I was smooth, I reached for the loofah and lathered it with the body soap without even thinking and started washing my freshly shaven body.

My body started tingling again, even worse now than it had before, I wanted desperately to turn on the vibrator in the loofah but knew if I lost track of time and was late, the repercussions were going to be bad. I battled the urge to pleasure myself and with all my will, pulled myself out of the shower and dried off my skin. Even toweling myself off felt like pure torture sending electricity through every nerve as it touched my skin, hardening my nipples and when carefully drying off between my legs I realized that it wasn’t the shower that was making it wet anymore.

I looked in the mirror and had completely forgot about the writing on my body, it had faded slightly, but you could still see it, CUNT in big bold letters across my chest, fuck hole above my pussy, well just over where the little bit of hair I had was and I remembered the final writing. I looked on my wrist and still in dark black was the word slut, that realization causing me to panic as I had completely forgotten about it and had no idea if either of my parents had seen it accidentally without me even noticing. I turned on the sink and brushed my teeth and thought of scrubbing the writing off but realized I had only 7 minutes left before I was about to be late. For some reason the feeling of the toothbrush in my mouth and moving over my tongue made me think of a cock instead and quickly caused me to cough and spit everything up into the sink nearly choking on it.

“What the hell is wrong with me, am I so bad now that anything in my mouth instantly makes me wish I had a dick in my mouth,” I said looking into the mirror as if I was lecturing myself on what a slut I had become.

I felt a drip down my leg and grabbed my towel to wipe it up, again, it was not from the shower and wiping it from my ankle right to my needy pussy was pure torture and this time I accidentally pushed the towel a little too deep between my lips.

“Mmmph!” a slapped a hand over my mouth as a loud moan escaped my lips.

I threw the towel to the bathroom floor, frustrated that I couldn’t find some relief this morning and got into the second drawer to find a pair of my cargo shorts and a baggy shirt, but no underwear, which didn’t really surprise me. I got dressed, threw on some sandals and decided on the front door this time rather than my window. I could feel the thick cotton of the shirt rubbing against my nipples and was thankful at how baggy the shorts were until I opened the door and could feel the breeze of the morning air race its way up my leg, almost knowing exactly what it was looking for. For a moment I felt completely bottomless as I felt the air circulate between my thighs and over my ass. It felt so real that I had to look down just to make sure I was still wearing shorts and they hadn’t slipped off as I was walking to the front door without me even noticing.

When I looked up, I saw Jim parked in front of our house with the window down watching me and I quickly ran over, my breasts bobbing uncontained and even though they weren’t that large, I almost wish I was flat chested at that moment feeling very self-conscious with the way they were moving as I made my way to the car.

“Get in the back seat, your late,” his demeanor different from the usual happy, excited, loving uncle figure I was so used to.

I felt my stomach lurch as I worried that I was about to be punished being late, I couldn’t have been late by much, but even then, it was not an argument that was going to make things better, only worse. When I opened up the door, I saw Carlos in the back seat, sitting in the middle with a grin on his face that caused me to blush once again.