Sheer Envy part 4

When he left the room, I couldn’t control myself. As soon as he the door clicked shut behind him, my fingers were inside myself as I pulled at my nipples with my other hand, pinching and twisting them as he had while I punished my virgin pussy as I wanted his cock to. I attacked myself, venting my frustrations and punishing myself for not being his favourite. When I came, moaning into a pillow to silence myself, I couldn’t help but go again. I was gentler the second time as I struggled with my own guilt, my own perverted arousal.

Shouldn’t I be disgusted at what he had done? I should at least be disgusted at him molesting my friend in her sleep – I knew she would be. Somehow a part of me just found that even more arousing, knowing my friend had been degraded, even violated. It made me think I deserved the same treatment, and I began punishing myself again, knowing I’d never get the punishment I deserved, or even craved. Even if Theo turned his attentions to me it would be less than I deserved. I wanted it, so it would never be such a betrayal for me. No, I deserved something horrible, and the thought only excited me more.

I don’t know how long I spent pleasuring myself, but I do remember feeling tired. I fell asleep eventually, and it felt as if no time at all had passed when I woke up to the sound of Claire’s phone buzzing.

We got up, had breakfast and did all our usual things. Every time I looked at Claire I imagined Theo, and I could think about little else. When I finally got home I went straight to my bedroom to pleasure myself again, and that was how I spent much of my home time throughout the next week.

Much to my disappointment, we went to a party the next weekend. Claire and Tara took the plunge and decided to sample some alcohol someone bought, and it seemed to take hold quite quickly. They ended up passing the night dancing and flirting with the popular boys while Jonas, a nerdy boy from the school, sat and talked to me about our mutual love of horror movies. I should have appreciated someone paying attention to me at all, but all I could think about was Theo. When Claire ended up making out with a boy from class on the sofa, I found myself hoping they would do more – after all, I thought, if Claire had a boyfriend perhaps she would miss our sleepovers and Taras father would have no choice but to turn his attentions to me.

But it was not to be. Tara dragged Claire away from him and we left the party, myself sober and rather annoyed while my friends were being drunk and annoying. They insisted on sleeping at my house since it was closer to the party. It was also convenient that my parents work nights so they wouldn’t be around to get angry at Claire and Tara for their underaged drinking.

So another week passed. Another week of sexual frustration punctuated by memories of Theos touch. When Saturday finally came, I was excited. I enjoyed spending time with my friends, and of course I was eager to see what the night would bring. It was a nice day, so after shopping we went to the park to kick around the ball again. Once again, Tara completely outclassed us, and seemed to be in a particularly show-off mood. When we decided to leave she was still full of energy and ran to vault over the fence, but her foot slipped and she fell, one leg on each side of the fence as she came down hard.

The look on her face was priceless, and Claire and I had to stifle our laughter at her shrill cry of pain. I know we don’t have balls, but a hard impact to the groin hurts us too. She toppled to the grass and lay on the ground for a moment as we expressed our concern, but soon she was up and limping again, her sporty nature making sure she was too proud to admit how much it hurt. But it made me think again about something that had been worrying me; what if Claire woke up feeling the aftereffects of Theos touch? I hadn’t noticed anything that would have stood out if I hadn’t been aware of what he was doing, but he focused more on Claire. If she woke to aching nipples and a sore vagina on top of the occasional sticky skin and wet patches in the bed, how long would it take for her to suspect something? Thankfully she’d mentioned night sweats last time, but surely she would start to suspect something if he kept escalating.

Regardless, we made our way to Taras house, and when we explained why she was limping to her Theo, I managed to steer the conversation to waking up sore, hoping he would get the idea and be careful. I didn’t want our fun to end in disaster.

As day turned to night, the thought kept bothering me, but I couldn’t ignore my excitement. After another delicious dinner, I decided to get changed last.

Tara emerged from her bedroom in the usual pyjamas, with a button up blue top and matching pants that hid her lithe athletes’ body but accentuated her olive tanned skin and the thick black hair that framed her fine boned face.

Claire emerged from the bathroom in a top so typical of her, a sheer white T shirt just little too tight and a little too thin so that her impressively sized boobs strained against the material, her nipples clearly outlined where the nubs poked through the fabric. She wore pyjama pants this time, and I hoped that Theo might not focus so much on her tonight if it was a pain to remove the pants from the slender platinum blonde beauty, but I knew that may be a bit much to hope for.

I excused myself and moved into the bathroom as soon as Claire was out, telling my friends that I needed a shower and to start the movie without me.