“I brought some lunch, babe!” Zoey called, but then stopped dead in her tracks with a confused look on her face when she saw the two. “Sam? What are you… what’s going on here?”
Immediately realizing that she’d been lied to, Sam scowled angrily at Brandon. “She didn’t know?” she asked, her irritation causing her to blurt everything out at once.
“Uh… no… she uh… I was… texting… and…” he stammered.
Embarrassed, angry, and still very horny, Sam stood there for a few seconds as Zoey slammed the food on the counter and turned toward him in anger. The fight that ensued was decidedly one-sided, Zoey screaming at him for lying and cheating on her, and Brandon mostly just sitting there and trying to get her to calm down. Sam quickly started to pull her clothes back on as Zoey yelled at him.
“We were waiting for you!” he managed to protest at length, but Zoey threw one of the drinks at him in response. The cup hit him in the chest and exploded all over him and the couch.
“You didn’t even know I was coming!” she screamed.
“You asshole,” Sam stammered, anger surging inside as she shook her head.
Without another word, she turned and headed for the door, Zoey yelling even louder at Brandon as she hurried out of the apartment and down the stairs.
Angry, hurt, and confused, Sam went straight home and went immediately to her room. She spent the rest of the day there, going over what had happened and trying to process it all. She kept wondering how she’d let it get that far, and if she was the one at fault or not. In the end, she didn’t have any answers.
***
Monday morning, Sam awoke to the familiar sensation of her voracious arousal pulsing inside her and the aching need to feel a nice, hard cock sliding inside her constantly wet pussy. Irritably, she immediately dismissed Dane as an option, knowing that he most likely wasn’t there at all. Almost angrily, she started her day by rubbing her aching clit until she’d achieved a surprisingly powerful orgasm. The pleasure was intense but the relief she’d felt had been deceptive, lasting a total of ten minutes or so. That night, she’d masturbated again, rubbing her wanton pussy again and giving herself yet another orgasm. Again, she felt like something was missing. The pleasure always helped, of course, but it was inevitable that the burning need resurfaced. Steeling her resolve and forcing herself to get up, she went to school and sat with her friends from history class, laughing and joking while they waited for their next classes. She even flashed them as she always did when it was time to go, pretending that there wasn’t anything bothering her. She noticed that there were more guys than normal hanging around the spot that the four of them would hang out, and she figured that word had gotten out about her flashing. It didn’t bother her in the least, though, and she bared her breasts shamelessly. Of course, the lascivious stares she saw and felt made her immediately want to drop to her knees and pleasure each and every one of them. She couldn’t, of course, but only because of Brandon’s recent cheating and stupidity.
Her next class was Psychology, and it was because of that jerk that she was dreading going. She wasn’t going to sit next to him and didn’t know if he was even going to be there. Part of her wanted to just skip the class altogether, but she wasn’t the type to do that. Steeling her resolve, she waved goodbye to her friends as well as the grinning faces of the ten or twelve other guys that were still hanging around, and headed toward the building her next class was in. As she walked away, she tried in vain to force the thoughts of cum-spraying cocks from her thoughts.
Inside, she paused in the doorway of the large lecture hall and looked down to see Brandon sitting in his customary seat. A flare of anger and irritation welled up inside and she nearly turned and left. She saw one of the new admirers that she’d noticed before slide past her and take a seat on the other side of the aisle from Brandon. She started down, intending to find an unoccupied seat away from him. He turned and glanced back, spotting her immediately. A wide grin came to his face, and he waved her toward him.
The sheer arrogance and audacity of the gesture made her stop in place. She wanted to scream at him for assuming that she was just okay with what had happened. She hadn’t been completely convinced before that it had been his fault and had been prepared to accept her share of the blame, but that didn’t mean that she thought he was innocent!
“Sam…” Brandon said, frowning her way.
“Don’t talk to me,” she said acidly.
Another student slid by her quietly and she scowled in irritation as Brandon shrugged at her curiously and beckoned again. Turning, she looked over at the stranger that had been among the group ogling her when she’d flashed and moved toward him.
“Can I sit next to you?” she asked quietly.
The young man, obviously on the shy side, stammered something as he nodded and moved to slide his backpack from the seat.
“Thanks,” she said. “I need to distance myself from that guy.”
The young man nodded, obviously nervous and taken aback by the attention. She smiled, forcing herself to focus on him for a second and ignore Brandon as well as her own anger.
“So… uhh…” the new guy stammered.
“Sam,” she said, reaching out to shake his hand. “I saw you outside a few minutes ago, right? You were enjoying the… sights?”
He blushed, and she immediately regretted pointing that out, realizing that he was probably pretty shy.
“Yeah,” he said at length.
“I’m glad you got to see,” she revealed. “I like the attention.”
The young grinned but continued to blush for a few seconds before he shook his head quickly. “Oh… sorry, I’m Ben,” he said.
“Nice to meet you, Ben,” she said. “Thanks for letting me sit here.”
Ben smiled and nodded, and she could feel his eyes on her again and again as she pulled out her notebook and started to take notes. Though she had a burning desire to turn and see if her actions had gotten the message across to Brandon, she adamantly refused to give in and ignored him for the entirety of the class.
When the professor had finished lecturing, she immediately got her things together and stood to leave. She thanked Ben again and even offered him a friendly squeeze on the arm, then hurried off to English. Proud of herself for not looking at Brandon again, she felt a surge of happiness for a few minutes as she went and got settled in her normal seat for English.
After school was done, she went to work for a shorter shift, but was happy to be able to pick up a shift that evening when another girl called out sick. She felt confident that she needed to keep herself busy and had been looking for something to possibly occupy her time if she hadn’t been able to find a shift she could work.
Once she was at work, though, things weren’t any easier on her. The lusty stares she could normally ignore were causing her to repeatedly soak her panties. She even considered just removing the damn things at one point but knew that she’d likely get in trouble if she were caught.
The men she waited on seemed to sense that she was in heat and grew more brazen with her when she was near. When pictures were taken, hands more fully cupped the undersides of her breasts or the curve of her ass. She had a hell of a time not telling a few of the more handsome ones to do what they wanted to her.
After work, she rushed home and checked in Dane’s room, sighing in irritation at the emptiness and what it meant for her and the yearning in her pussy. She settled for angrily rubbing out an orgasm her damn self. Her dreams were, of course, filled with cock.
Tuesday started the same as Monday had. She awoke irritated that Dane wasn’t inside her and even hornier than she’d been the day before. She angrily masturbated again before forcing herself from bed to get ready for school. Even though there wasn’t much chance of her seeing Brandon that day, she was still hungry for some sort of sexual reprieve.
All morning, she continued to salivate and stare at the wobbling bulges her male classmates sported as they walked past her, wishing each would find a nice, comfy place inside her mouth where they belonged. A myriad of different sexual fantasies filled her head as she tried and failed to take good notes as the professor lectured. She did feel good that she wasn’t going to see Brandon that day, though.
After class, she was scheduled for a double shift at work, and was glad to have the distraction, even though it wasn’t much of one. She did her best to be a sweet and attentive waitress, smiling and totally not ogling each and every bulge that came within a twenty-foot radius of her. Even when she arrived, she was desperate for attention. Stripping down in plain view of the kitchen staff, she took her time getting dressed again.
After she’d been working a few hours and had time to divert some of her raging sexual energy into her job, she realized what a miracle it had been that one of the managers hadn’t caught her. When that happened, she quickly promised herself that she would do better at controlling her impulses. Of course, thirty minutes later she was lifting her skirt and giving a table of guys she was waiting on a good, long look at the panties she was wearing.
They’d been sweet and most were good looking, one even sporting a much more pronounced and curvaceous bulge than his friends. The conversation they’d struck up with her had been about her uniform and she’d been all-too-happy to let them feel the fabric and “accidentally” let them get a couple of squeezes in. After a question about whether or not she was even able to wear underwear under her uniform, she simply reached down and raised the skirt up. Paris, the hostess, was passing by at that moment and slapped her on the ass without even slowing down. The rest of her shift was spent flirting with her customers and ogling pretty much every man she saw.