Xandra with an X

What's Later?

Living with Xandra has become pure torture. Every time Larry's back is turned Xandra's hands immediately reach for my body. Whether it be her grabbing a hand full of my bottom and squeezing or her just simply putting her hand on the small of my back, she manages to completely undo me. My body automatically tenses then melts in her grasp, reassuring her that whether I like it or not, she owns me. The idea of Xandra expecting me to act as her property just does things to me. It excites me, keeps me up at night, forces my hand to wonder between my thighs.

"You hear me, Vita?" Larry interrupts my thoughts of his girlfriend.

"Hm?" I had been spacing out, biting the knuckle on my thumb so hard I'm surprised I haven't drawn blood yet.

"Can you take care of the house and Popper on your own? Xandra would rather him stay with you instead of us boarding him while we're in Atlanta."

"Yeah, that's fine." I nod before going upstairs to throw on my bathing suit.

Xandra was teaching me how to make pineapple upside down cake and we just finished when Larry spoke up. She hadn't told me she'd be going away for five nights and I'm not the happiest about it. This trip was originally going to be an overnight work trip for Larry, but he decided him and Xandra should make it a little vacation for themselves. It's only been about a week since my heated make out session with Xandra, but I was hoping that while Larry was away she'd finally be able to give me some more attention. I've been dying to have her lips on me again so yeah I'm upset, but my little side will be taking it even harder.

After I put on my bikini top and swim shorts I head for the backyard. "Are you sure you're alright with all this V?" Larry stops me, noticing my lack of enthusiasm about their trip.

"Yeah, I'm just not big on staying by myself that long." I shrug.

"You'll have Popper." Xandra says coldly. I hate this little act of hating me she puts on everytime Larry is around, but I know she does it so Larry won't notice our flirtations.

"Yeah. And how about you have that friend of yours, Boris, come stay with you?" Larry suggests.

"Larry!" Xandra scolds him.

"What, they'll be fine."

"That's a great idea." I smile knowing how much this will bother Xandra. "I'm gonna ask him right now."

Xandra absolutely despises Boris, I think mainly because if I'm not at home with her I'm with him. I don't take the city bus to school anymore because Boris has a pretty similar class schedule and he gives me a ride on his motorcycle. He even got me my own helmet since I'm terrified to get on without one. Though, I almost forgot to grab it one morning while leaving for class in a rush. Xandra completely blew her top. "I don't like you riding on that thing but if you're still going to, wear your damn helmet." She had said. I like when she yells at me in such a protective way, therefore I've been doing a lot of things to get that kind of reaction out of her. One morning I walked down from my room in leggings, a bralette, and a see through crop top. "Absolutely not." Were her exact words before dragging me back upstairs, picking out a solid shirt that was long enough to cover my butt, and sending me off to school. 

I text Boris before jumping into the pool and swimming some laps. I decided if Xandra is going to eventually see my body I need to make it more presentable. I hate the chunk on my tummy and I've dedicated the first and last 45 minutes of my daily routine to stomach exercises. Additionally I've been trying to swim and jog to strengthen my thighs. There's nothing "wrong" with them, it just might be better if they had a bit more muscle to them is all.

After my laps I get out and head straight for the hot tub. My muscles aren't use to the amount of exercise I've been forcing myself to do so the hot water will definitely help relax them. As soon as I'm sitting in the water I lean my head back and close my eyes. A sigh of relief falls from my lips and I try releasing all my stress.