“I think it’s just going to be a guys trip, sorry bae.” The text from Jack was unexpected only because it was two in the morning. He had been extremely flakey recently and this was only the most recent offense. Still, it stung. Nevada would have been an awesome road trip – the stars, wilderness, snuggled up in the backseat..
My response wasn’t to Jack but to our mutual friend Sean. “Just you guys huh?” The shrug emoji was such s downplay of what I was really feeling.
“Yep, just us and Erica.” Wait, the hell? Erica had been slowly working her way into the circle. She was fine, a little bubbly – both upstairs and her backside too. She had a habit of brushing against the guys. We didn’t get along, but that was because when she was around Jack tended to get more angsty. He would grab my butt in public, and when I moved his hand away he would scoff.
As the weekend edged closer my blood boiled over. Jack and I were done, and I knew just how I wanted to end it. On Thursday we went to the mall so he could pick up some warmer clothes for his trip.
“Want to pick out something for me too?” He ignored me and continued looking at jackets. I stepped right behind him, reaching around and moved my hand down his chest to his crotch and started rubbing. “Let’s get something that will warm you up when you get back.”
Suddenly jackets were less interesting. I felt the familiar swelling underneath my hand, felt the consistent twitching as his interest became more and more noticable. “Maybe something that will show off my breasts?” I moved my arms together, exaggerating my cleavage. “Or my nipples?” I used my free hand to pull one out. Jack instinctively reached out to touch. Usually I loved my tits played with, but this time it felt wrong, like being groped by a stranger. I gritted my teeth.
Jack started grinding against my hand. “Or something else?” I pulled the front of my black pants forward along with my panties, giving him the most teasing view of the top of my slit. He breathed sharply.
“Can I help you find anything?” The voice behind me was sudden. My pants slapped back into place. I grabbed one of the jackets off the rack and turned around, using it to cover my bare breast. My hand didn’t leave Jack’s excitement, though. I squeezed him rhythmically.
“We’re okay, thanks.” When the associate walked away I stopped feeling up Jack. “To the lingerie store?” I hung the jacket back up and stared back at Jack, my breast free for anyone walking up the aisle to see.
“Definitely.”
Jack wasn’t comfortable walking in, but his lust made up for his lack of confidence. Perusing the merchandise his eyes latched onto a hanger with yellow ribbons and lace – no real fabric at all. How does that even go on? The things we do for love. Or anger, in my case.
“That the one?” He nodded and we checked out. His last present for me would be a complete outfit that weighed as much as a slice of bread.
On Saturday Jack was off. I could see Erica in the car, but I didn’t say anything. Instead I just hugged him goodbye. His hands went down the back of my sweatpants. The lack of underwear caught him by surprise, and I whispered in his ear. “Keep your phone on.. I’ll make it worth your while.” We broke the hug and he went off to the car.
My plan was in motion.
I tried on the lingerie and it was more scandalous than I realized. The lace went down both sides of my hips, but there was nothing in-between. Likewise the top had a double band that only served to pinch my nipples, not cover them. I took a series of photos to send Jack later, each more scandalous than the last.
By the end I had my trusty vibe inside me, deep down to the battery cover. Fuck me, being petty never felt so good. I let myself enjoy the waves of pleasure the came with the buzzing as I snapped the last of the photos. I let the phone go and grabbed at the rocket in my lower lips and came.
Resting on the bed, I let my vibrator slide out on its own and flop into the floor. Usually that was enough to satiate my insides, but the heat of my anger kept me hot for more – which my plan would certainly provide me.
Patience.
“Let’s make sure this fits.” My first text of the day, followed by the first photo I took: the yellow lace on my bed. The wheels were in motion.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/gum75m/cumming_with_petty_revenge_chapter_1
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