For Your's

Part B1

The house was quiet, which was unusual for a Saturday afternoon. What were typically bustling and crowded hallways, sat empty.

"Hello?" I called out to see if anyone was home besides me. No reply. I called out again as I walked to my room, "I'm home! Not that anyone can hear me." The last part I mumbled quietly. Finding my room I dropped my bag on the twin bed in the corner, and made my way to the closet, taking my hair down as I walked. There were so few moments when I had the house to myself that I was at a loss. Anything that I would do normally now seemed mundane and uninteresting. I needed to have some fun. Especially after a long week of deadlines and due dates. I quickly stripped myself of the horrendous uniform I was forced to wear to work and stood looking deeply into my closet, hands on hips. I shuffled through the hangers searching for something comfortable but with little luck. Reaching up to the shelf Above my head I felt around for anything that may have been misplaced in an early morning rush to get dressed.

The only thing that my reach found, was a shoebox that held some of my personal items. Pulling it down I sat on the floor, still in my underwear, and started going through it's unorganized contents. A couple embarrassing photos, miscellaneous jewelry that went out of fashion years ago, some sticker-books and a badly re-wrapped present. I pulled out the gift. It was from my seventeenth birthday, my best friend, who at the time was nineteen, had given it to me as a sort of prank. Not expecting her to give me anything like this, I had unwrapped it in front of my whole family. That's exactly the kind of memory a girl cherishes forever: holding a bright blue, thirteen-inch, vibrating, suction-cup dildo with ridges, in front of both of her parents and various aged siblings. That went over real well later that night. However, neither of my parents had been bold enough to take it from me, and I was embarrassed to all hell, and there was no way that any of us were going to face-up and return it to the store. So into the box it went.

But now. Now? Now I'm living with over half a dozen people in a house that was meant for three, and with no boyfriend to escape or "de-stress" with, I'm a little more open to the idea. Well.... a lot more open.

No one is home except me. I've had a rough week to say the least. And damn it's been forever since I've gotten any. Let alone anything good. But if I'm going to do this, I'm not going to be cautious. Hell. It's got a suction cup. Where do I want to start?!

The boys' room.

This is a room that has a bunk bed, a dresser, a lamp, and laundry, everywhere. I swear they don't even bother washing clothes, they just buy new ones. The only other thing is a mirror that was supposed to be hung on the wall but is still just leaning against it. I set my "Big Blue" on the dresser and start to kick clothes out of the way. But then an idea hits me. Stick it to the top of the dresser. So I do. The only other thing on its surface is a nearly empty bottle of cologne. I just set that on the floor, and hop up onto the dresser. Checking to make sure that I still have the house to myself, I listen for any signs of life. Still nothing. I remove my bra and panties, tossing them onto the bottom bunk so that they're not swallowed by the sea of clothes on the ground. Pulling my feet up I'm now kneeling on the top of the dresser with my toy standing in front of me.

I position myself over the top of its mass and bite my lip in anticipation. I slowly drop onto it, weighing how much it hurts against how magnificent it feels. Soon it's pressed against the deepest part of me. Knowing that I can't stay there forever, I lift off of it until only and inch is still inside. Faster this time I push back down, opening my hips to fit more, and more. I lean back against the wall. Using one hand to support my weight, I place fingers on my clit, feeling the throb of heat as I'm aroused further by the sensation of cool fingertips pressing on me. I can see where I'm dripping steadily onto the wood surface, making it slick to the touch. I rotate my hips, pressure builds inside of me, I lift up and drop down another time. The involuntary bucking of my hips sends waves of deep pleasure through my body and chills up my spine.