Tipsy

Seven

⚠️ Sexual Content

Chapter Seven

Hallie

Normal people threw up after a night of binge-drinking mixed drinks. Not me. I slept. And it never really mattered how long—whether it be twenty minutes or nine hours; I always woke up with a headache seeming to stem from the bridge of my nose. I pressed my fingers to the spot and sat up, finding myself back in my bedroom with the lights still on and a clock that read two in the morning. I had no recollection of leaving the bar or returning to the apartment, but I'd brought my last drink upstairs with me. I was drinking nothing strawberry flavored again. The partially drank Long Island Iced Tea was sitting on my bedstand, along with a glass of water and two tiny white pills. I huffed and dropped back on the pillow. Mikah must have left the aspirin and gotten me upstairs.

Drinking was a stupid idea. Now I had a hangover, and I was still upset about yesterday. Still, I needed to be there for Sloan. I found my phone in the covers and sent off a text, reminding Sloan that I was always there if she wanted to talk but also mentioning that Ollie was too. She needed to tell him. A baby wasn't something to hide, and the stress she was experiencing wasn't healthy for a pregnancy. There wouldn't be a reply soon, because everyone else in their right mind was sleeping right now. As I gave the phone a toss, I noticed some black smudging on the back of my hand.

Toys for THOTs.

Memories of last night were vague. I briefly recalled a Toys for Tots box giving me some much-needed inspiration for a blog name. I dove for the laptop that was still tucked away in my schoolbag and opened it to find the blog designer page still open. That blog name box had been plaguing my mind for days. Now all that was left was to review something.

And I had options.

The covers were tossed from the bed. I got to my hands and knees on the floor and crawled towards the closet. There was a drawer for vibrators, a drawer for dildos, a drawer just for rabbits, and one for clit-stimulators. There was also one for random shit that mostly came free with my orders—a few sex toys for guys that were laughable at this point—but mostly composed of lubes and jellies. Some were hot, some were cooling, some made you tingle in all the right places, including nipple play. But what would I choose first?

I dug for a toy I'd never used. There were many still in their packaging. It needed to be something with some flare, because a writer I was not. As it was, I was going to have to take pictures of the damn thing before I used it. The more I thought about what all had to go into this blog, the more I realized how much work it was going to be, but I was determined. I settled on a clit stimulator shaped like a rose, closed each of the plastic drawers and shut the closet again.

After a twenty-minute charging session, a mini photoshoot using the phone and some white posterboard I'd purchased for a project and never used, it was time to get down to business. Mikah wasn't home again, making this an opportune time to give the rose a whirl. I tried to ignore the jealousy that he was getting some again tonight. The directions mentioned it being waterproof. And not wanting to miss any of the features, using the best spot in the apartment seemed like a very productive and fun bonus. The smell of the bar would be washed away, and I'd get an orgasm out of using the brick and glass shower.

The shower water increased in temperature as I undressed. Ideally, the toy would be used in a tub, but that wasn't an option. If I got into the clawfoot tub, I would fall back asleep for sure. I'd taken the aspirin, but they weren't helping. Hopefully, the toy would take that off my mind.

I stepped in, placing the rose on the shelf. With a dollop of body wash in my hand, I lathered my skin, taking time to focus on the feel of my own hands on my skin. I enjoyed foreplay with myself, and skin was a major factor in it. I loved how the tips of my fingers could ignite it and give those little rushes that had my muscles clenching with anticipation of what would come next. While this was fun when someone else induced it, I didn't love it with myself any less.