Packages — #4
—Griffen
The lacy black push-up bra inside was actually kinda cute, something Veronica might wear if she was dres for someone and it was perfectly her size. The fact that her mysterious mailer had known her band and cup size was especially disturbing given that she had no idea of how they would have gotten that information. The trouble was the matching thong that came with it. On the grand spectrum of things, it wasn’t that obscene, very Goth chic actually. But it was the exact type of thing that Veronica had tried to avoid. She had always found the thin strap of cloth would inevitably wedge its way between her cheeks and spend the entire day being as distracting and painful as possible.
She half-heartedly tried to take the scissors to the set but was utterly unsurprised to find that she couldn’t make the blades close.
Veronica left the box there and tried to go about her day, but it wasn’t ten minutes before she started to… itch. The simple bra and brief panties she was wearing just… didn’t fit. Honestly, that had been an issue for a few weeks now, but the sensation had grown from faint and annoying to prominent and all consuming. She held out for another five minutes before sprinting to the bedroom and rapidly stripping out of her clothes and underwear and sliding the new lacy things into place. Relief immediately swept across her body and she sighed at the release. She idly ran her fingers over the lace before turning to face the full length mirror she had put in last week.
Well, Aaron had put in. It had somehow come up in one of their conversations and he, the gentleman that he was, had offered to stop by and help install it. It was… tempting, to make the visit into something more. Nearly impossible to ignore given how ingrained her belief about the only men who belonged her apartment were the ones she intended to fuck, but she had managed to find a loophole. Veronica hadn’t invited him over, so there wasn’t any real expectation on his or her part. But she also had let him into her apartment, which was kinda like inviting him over? And she definitely wanted to fuck him. He was cute and gothy and funny and…
The entire affair was a hot mess that Veronica had in no way sorted out yet. The long and short of it was that she was falling for Aaron. She couldn’t really deny it any more. The question was what she wanted him to do about it. She had spent half of the time he had been in her apartment subtly posing for him, trying to make herself seem more appealing. Entice him. The other half had been trying to make sure that he didn’t see how much of a mess she was and restraining herself from making the very large mistake of fucking someone who directly reported to her. It probably wouldn’t look like an abuse of power, but she didn’t want to risk it.
He had, irably enough, been a gentleman about the entire thing, but once he had left, Veronica had spent the rest of her evening in bed with some new toys.
Then again, that was most nights these days. There was just… something that had her constantly wound up all day. She hadn’t had it this bad since she had been a teenager just starting puberty. It had started with her just having to deal with a low-grade building horniness. It hadn’t been bad at the start, but it hadn’t taken long before she was making sure to leave right at 5 pm so she could go home and deal with it. Fingers had long since proven ineffective and her efforts at finding acceptable to bring home for a one night stand were all stymied by the fact that they just weren’t Aaron enough for her poor infatuated heart.
Which had led to a dildo and vibrator that had swiftly been replaced by a larger set when they had proved too small to properly scratch her itch. She just wasn’t satisfied unless he was completely filled and she had gone down some odd rabbit holes finding ones of sufficient size to properly satisfy her. The most recent set were three ten-inch dildos that were notably thicker than the local sex shop carried and did the job perfectly. One of them was kept by the door at all times so she could stuff it inside herself the instant she got home, often riding it to a quick and messy orgasm right in the entryway.
That typically got her steady enough to make it into the bedroom and strip for an extended masturbation session in bed and topped off with a shower where she used the showerhead to bring herself one more quick orgasm.
That had lasted until earlier this week where her evening session just hadn’t been enough. She had spent most of the night trying to reach satisfaction, failing completely until she suddenly had an idea. It had taken a decent amount of lube, but she had been able to stuff one of the dildos in her anus. That had done the trick. Ever since then she had a rotation. Pussy, ass, and then throat.
She didn’t think anything was weird about this. She had seen enough porn at this point to know that all sorts of people got off on all sorts of things. To tell the truth, Veronica felt lucky that all three holes felt good to her. She had memories of always being a bit sex obsessed, especially as a teenager, that were starting to surface. She had probably repressed those urges when she started working at the lab in an attempt to appear professional and normal.
She didn’t exactly when or why she had decided to repress her sexual nature, but given how horny she was now and how insatiable she had been in her emerging teenage memories, it had been a foolish idea at best. Repressing who she was just wouldn’t work given that she was they type of girl who got off from stuffing her throat until she choked. More than got off really. Fantasized about. Her favorite of the recently ed memories was of when one of her exes, she couldn’t exactly which one, grabbed her by the pigtails and throatfucked her hard enough she had squirted all over the floor before unloading down her throat which had inevitably set her off again.
Those memories combined with how she looked in the mirror started to get Veronica going. Because honestly, she didn’t just look good. She looked hot. Sexy. And she felt sexy too. The black lace bra was the same shade as the hair she had been growing out over the past few months, which lead to an interesting interplay that made it hard to tell where her hair ended and her bra began, which in turn neatly framed her suddenly very prominent breasts in such a way that no one could ignore them.
And when combined with her black lips and smokey eye shadow, all popping against her pale skin gave her an ethereal Morgue Addems-esque look. Veronica had never gotten the appeal before now, but seeing the contrast in person, on her, made it real and hot in a way she didn’t know possible.
When she had graduated college, she had deliberately gone out and bought clothes that would downplay her assets. She was going to be a professional. And it had helped to cut down on the number of creeps who would hit on her. It had made sense at the time, but now, as she ran her fingers over the lacey patterns, she wondered if that had been a mistake. Being dressed up, looking hot, did things for her. She idly wondered if it was narcissism or exhibitionism enjoying how good she looked this much, but ultimately decided it didn’t matter.
She paused, and then inspired by her long black nails tweaking the thin straps of the thong and finding that instead of the discomfort she expected, teasing the hip bands higher actually felt good. She idly ed something about how pain and pleasure used the same nevers, but how it was interpreted was a matter of circumstances. It had seemed ridiculous at the time, but pulled the thong strings higher so they rested atop her hips, she couldn’t help but relish in what should have been a painful sensation. She could wear her thongs like this all the time and enjoy this delicious teasing all day. It wouldn’t be smart given how wound up she was but she wasn’t about to have a choice, was she? Might as well enjoy it. Speaking of enjoying…
Her eyes half-drifted to her bedside table where she kept her toys, splitting her attention between the drawer and the vision in the mirror before her. She hadn’t planned on spending the day in bed, but it was growing more appealing by the moment. One of the dildos had a suction feature. Perhaps she could mount it to the wall and try to recreate that lovely memory. No one would be pulling on her pigtails, she was certain that she could force her mouth far enough forward to repli…
Then her phone rang and she shook herself from her stupor. She padded over to her bed where she had left the phone, smiling faintly at the lockscreen image of her and Aaron squeezed together with Sarte singing in the background. That had been a fun concert. Shaking her head once more, she swiped her way into her phone to find the reminder. Her piercing appointment was today! She had completely forgotten.
She sprinted to her closet, grabbing clothes as quickly as she could. Thank fuck she already had her make up done, otherwise she would have been mortified to go out. She squeezed into the skin-tight jeans and threw the black tank top over the bra. It left her stomach covered and showed bits of lace from her bra around the top, but honestly that just made her hornier. Fuck she looked good enough that she almost wanted to stay at home and take care of herself, but she just couldn’t. The piercings were important. Ever since she had first stumbled across the ‘goth’ tag while browsing porn there had been a growing urge to get her tongue and nipples pierced. The fact that Aaron had implied that he liked the look had only enhanced the desire. Instead, she snapped a picture of herself in the mirror to post later and then sprinted to the doorway, pausing only long enough to slide into some flats, black of course, before running out the door.
Well, not running, that would have been painful. Quickly walking, which set her ass rolling and her breasts jiggling. Despite how keyed up she was, that amount of motion was still a bit painful. But then she walked past one of her neighbors down the hall and found him staring at her. She should have been offended. Probably would have been offended had this been last week. But Veronica had seen herself in the mirror, she knew how good she looked. And having her neighbor stare was just… validating that she was exactly how hot she thought she was. It was just some vain wish, she truly was hot. And that recognition? What it did for her?
Well, it seemed Veronica’s earlier question had been answered. She enjoyed showing off for people. She got off on it.
And truthfully, she enjoyed that too. There was just something… empowering about knowing this truth about herself. Embracing it. She spent the rest of her trip to the piercing studio split between luxuriating at people staring at her and wondering what else, what more, she could do that would make people stare. She had a few ideas, but then a thought crossed her mind. Why not ask Aaron? He was way more into the goth scene than she was. And, if she was being completely honest with herself, the thought of getting him to notice, to stare, was deeply appealing as well.
Those fantasies carried her all the way to the studio and into the chair. It was surprisingly easy for her to take her top and bra off in front of someone, especially in a place so relatively public. But it probably been surprising shouldn’t have been given what Veronica had learned about herself today. She smiled at the very professional and very pretty goth woman, who’s name was Storm and had several very attractive piercings, and worked hard not to squirm while the lady stared at her breasts. It was because she was piercing them, sure, but staring was staring apparently. And when the needle finally broke her skin?
Well, Veronica learned something else about herself. It took her biting her lips as hard as she could not to moan in satisfaction before collapsing into the chair bonelessly.
“Good,” Storm said, “Relax just like that.”
Veronica didn’t know if Storm actually knew what she just said meant in reality, but she didn’t care. She smiled happily at the hot white-haired goth-woman who had just finished securing the barbell to Veronica’s right nipple.
“You ready for the next one?” Storm asked.
Veronica nodded happily, eagerly awaiting the next piercing and the pleasure that would come with it. She just hoped that she wouldn’t completely soak through her pants before Storm finished. She wasn’t embarrassed about her response, but Veronica thought it would be rude to leave a mess all over Storm’s chair.
Thirty minutes later Veronica happily wobbled to her car, Storm’s card firmly clasped in one of her hands. It turned out Storm had known exactly what Veronica was doing on the chair and had confessed to having some similar predilections. Veronica wasn’t certain what all that entailed, but she was very excited to find out. It was ambiguous if Storm had been looking for a friend or something more, but Veronica couldn’t bring herself to care. She had two goals in her mind.
She needed to get home. The piercings had been wonderful, but she needed something inside her immediately
She needed to find out what Aaron thought she should do to get more eyes on her.
She slid into her car, focused on these tasks and only idly was paying attention when she slid her seatbelt across her chest. That, however, bumped her piercings and caused the nipples to brush against the lace of her bra sending tingles from her fingers to her toes and everywhere in between. Breathlessly, she added a third item to her list.
Buy more bras like this one.