'Borrowed' Body - Part Five

Inching in I quickly walk over to the bed, my petite form dropping to the overly soft squishy mattress with a thud as I spill a few drops of wine on the pillow case.

I can't help but groan at the sight of the slowly growing stain, my head craning up as I take a few more gulps of the wine. "I'm so fuckin' stupid..." I groan, glaring for a moment at the glass as though it could just be the wines fault.

With one hand clutching the glass I begin to unzip the jacket, revealing white v-necked top and the generous cleavage beneath the white padded jacket. "Bitch sure has a style..." I grumble, reaching down as I begin to move to unbuckle and peel the skin tight jeans off of me.

"Though... like... it does look super cute..."

As the jeans slide down my slender yet soft thighs, the denim and elsatine blend relaxing as it glides over my soft supple thighs and down past my calves. I give my legs a wiggle, shaking them as I kick the pants off as I'm left staring down past a perky shelf of lightly tan flesh to a set of cute white panties adorned with a tiny pink bow.

I'm forced to muffle a squeal as I spot the cutesy underwear, my dainty feet kicking excitedly as I revel in just how adorable they are. Reaching up to my top I quickly begin to shimmy out of the thing, wriggling my shoulders as I yank the white cotton shirt over my head before partially blinding myself in a cascade of platinum blonde hair.

Looking down I smirk at the sight of the tan-line marked rack bound firmly in a white lacy bra, a few subtle hints of pink accenting the fringes where the tan flesh quickly turns pale.

"So... fuckin'... girly cute" I muse, nibbling at my lip as I twist and turn to get a better view of my slender yet well proportioned form in the seemingly brand new set of underwear.

As I arch my back and twist my hips, getting a partial look at my plush perky rear bound in the skin tight white lacy, I find myself once more lacking any sense of attraction to the attractive young woman writhing about on the bed. Something bubbles up inside me, a sense of reveling in just how sexy I look in these things and at the thought of their effect on others, but nothing coming close to the more visceral and immediate arousal at the figure itself.

 

Giggling like an idiot as I pull my phone from my jacket pocket I pause for a moment, the ears catching the sound of something from downstairs. A sharp feminine moan, the exaggerated pleasured groaning being just loud enough to break through from the room below me.

For a moment I lay there, stock still and eyes wide as the moans continue and my mind races. Suddenly it hits me, my cheeks flushing a deep embarrassed red as I hide my face in my hands out of sheer cringe.

"She He found the computer in the study..." I groan, kicking my feet in the air again as I fight back my frustration. My laptop had been for work and leaving the house, the device therefore needing to be clean and proper in case of snooping eyes. My desktop however had been a little more loose in terms of content I enjoyed, my stomach churning at the thought of the blonde having found my old search history.

My stomach continues to drop, the thought of the 'old guy beneath me jacking it' leaving me more than a little queasy. However, as the moans continue, only pausing momentarily every few minutes as Stephanie takes a break from her new equipment, I soon find myself needing to get out of the bedroom.

"Gross old stupid fuckin'..." I grumble, kicking up as I lurch out of the double bed. Huffing out from my soft pillowy pink lips I shuffle out towards the bathroom. "I'll brush my stupid teeth or something... stupid crossfit at... like..." I groan, shambling out of the cramped room and quickly rounding the corner into the even smaller bathroom. "...soooooo early..."

 

I freeze as I enter the bathroom, my stomach sinking to a new low as I stagger to a prompt stop. The place looks like a bomb site, the sheer amount of craps lining every conceivable surface sending a chill down my spine.

Hair care products overflow the small showering the left corner of the room, the various soaps and shampoos and conditioners and color treatments covering the small caddy built into the wall along with another hanging from the faucets before becoming a scattered heap around the edges of the floor.

Towels sits both hung up and simply dropped on the floor, a seeming rotation between those that have been freshly used taking up prime position on the shower door while the rest simply sit gathering mildew on the white tiled floor. 

The sink and medicine cabinet have received a very similar treat to the shower, a waterfall of make-up and skin care products having filled the shelves behind the mirror over the sink before descending down to occupy every square inch of porcelain that they can.

"This is soooo gross..." I grumble, tip-toeing into the room as I nudge a squelchy towel out of my way with my dainty little foot. "How do they we live like..." I huff, slamming my lips shut and squealing in frustration as I find myself blame me in part for this mess.

Practically grinding my teeth at this point I reach over the cluttered sink to a small pink tooth brush, my body guiding me as to what was mine in an unfamiliar space. With quick practiced motions I soon shove the minty paste coated brush between my lips, my chest shaking inside its comforting confines as my arm jostles back and forth and the brush glides over my pearly white teeth.

With my free hand I look over my new phone, the brand new flagship looking downright immense in my dainty little hands. Dozens of missed messages sit unread on the homepage, a flurry of bitch gossip about people whose names I struggle to put to faces along with half-hearted attempts to make plans like lunches or nights out. Still, as I glance over the dim and poorly formatted messages and group-chats I find myself getting engrossed, the occasional snorting giggle coming out as someone is called a creep or slut.

Scroll back up I soon find some of my own messages, a cavalcade of complaints about the 'witchy bitch' I lived with complaining about dishes or me borrowing 'her food and shit..."

"What a bitch" I think to myself, unsure exactly who I was referring to in the moment.

 

Spitting into the sink I quickly rinse my mouth out. My hands quickly move to hold my voluminous hair back, a soft sighing slipping from my lips as I tug firmly as the long shimmering strands.

Standing back up I wipe my mouth, a few droplets of water dripping down onto my perky shelf of perfectly formed flesh without so much as a second thought regarding the sensation popping into my head. It takes a moment before I even take note of the sensation, the cool water trailing down a tanline and disappearing into my cleavage.

"Stupid... urgh..." I grumble, pouting like a brat as I pace back towards my small little bedroom. "I did not agree to have my fuckin' brain scrambled..." I huff, rounding the corner as Gracie calls out.

"Say something?" she snaps, my blood boiling for a moment before I respond with just the slamming of my door.

Shaking in anger, both at the thought of how my mind was violated by that formerly bubbly former blonde but also at just the tone of Gracie's voice as we both seem to walk on eggshells, I snap out a hand to turn off the light.

"One stupid fuckin' day down..." I huff, traipsing over to the bed in complete darkness as my hands quickly shift behind my back. With a clip and snap I feel a weight I had hardly noticed slip from my shoulders, a warm sigh soon following as the white lacy cups of the bra tumble free and to the dark floor beneath me.

Bouncing over to the be, my now unrestrained chest pulling down with each hop and skip, I quickly scurry under the rough low-thread count sheet. Reaching down beneath the blankets I tug and yank the the tight cutesy pair of panties, my delicate fingers peeling them off as I brush against the wax smooth skin beneath.

Yawning in the darkness, my body feeling exhausted after whatever the hell Stephanie had been up to all day, I pull out my phone. Wincing in the dim light of the screen I set an alarm for six in the morning, my lips turning to a scowl as I slide the damned device under the pillow.

"I swear to gaaaawd..." I yawn, wriggling down into place as my body curls into a naturally comfortable position on its side. "... She'd He'd better have left some clean fuckin' clothes..." I grumble, my words growing muffled by the pillow as I shove my face into it.