After a busy day waiting tables in her local cafe, Meg unlocked the door to her tiny apartment and threw her keys onto the kitchen counter. Kicking off her shoes, she sank down onto the couch, and rested her aching feet on the coffee table. What she wouldn't give for a foot massage after a long day of standing on her feet.
She'd have to settle for a warm, soapy bath. She padded barefoot to the bathroom and turned on the taps. She added a few drops of her favourite bath oil and started to get undressed. She removed her apron and button-down uniform until she stood in front of the bathroom mirror in her underwear. She studied the woman looking back at her.
She had always looked younger than her 26 years and her long blonde hair, now released from the bun she was required to have for work, was one of her best features. She had lost weight, she noticed as she turned to her side to get a better view. This was unsurprising considering she'd been on the heartbreak diet. Thankfully her breasts remained full and were barely contained by the lacy bra she wore. She might have to wear a functional uniform but she could at least have the satisfaction of wearing something feminine and sexy beneath it.
She was just beginning to get her confidence back after her messy breakup with David, her boyfriend of 2 years. Meg had caught him, quite literally, with his pants down. While Meg was hard at work, David took the opportunity to bring home his secretary and fuck her in their bed. Meg had decided to finish early to surprise him, and surprise him she did as she walked in on him buried deep inside a woman she considered a friend. Meg left him and their beautiful home and moved into her tiny apartment on the other side of the city.
The only positive was now living only a few streets away from her oldest friend, Kate. She made a mental note to call her after her bath.
Unhooking her bra and peeling down her thong, Meg climbed into her now full bath. As she lay down she felt the tension of the day slowly start to drain away. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the water caressing her body.
"Mmm," she moaned. She'd waited all day for this. She ran her hands over her breasts and her nipples hardened in response. Almost immediately she felt the throb between her legs.
Meg sighed. David may be a jerk but she missed the physical side of their relationship. She ached to be touched, to be filled. She wanted sex! However, she was wasn't the type for one night stands and she certainly wasn't looking for another relationship, but she needed to do something about that ache.
She let her fingers run over her soapy nipples. Her breasts had always been sensitive and she missed the feel of a man's hands on them. She squeezed and tugged on her nipples, feeling the effects right between her legs.
She allowed one hand to slide down her body under the water as the other hand continued to tug and squeeze her nipple. Her fingers found her smooth pussy. David had always liked her to shave and it was a habit she hadn't gotten out of.
She ran the palm of her hand of her smoothness and then slid one finger between her pussy lips as she found her clit. She was already wet, and not just from the bath water. She began to rub her clit, circling her finger over the tip of it. It felt amazing.
Her movements became quicker and more forceful as her breathing also became faster. She slid her hand lower so she could slide one finger deep inside her pussy, quickly followed by a second. She lay there like that, just fucking herself with her fingers.
She felt the tension build as her climax approached. She was right on the brink but seemed unable to let go. She slammed her fingers into her wet pussy, squeezed her nipple with her other hand and even imagined the cute guy she had served at work today fucking her - but nothing worked.
This was the second time this week she'd been unable to bring herself off. She certainly wanted to but there was just something stopping her. She groaned in frustration as she withdrew her fingers from her pussy. Feeling cross and completely unsatisfied, she climbed out the bath. She wrapped herself in her fluffy robe, grabbed her phone and made her way to her bedroom.
She flopped down on her bed and began to dial her best friend's number. If she couldn't rely on an orgasm to cheer her up, she would try a chat with her bestie.
Her friend's house phone rang and rang until at last it was answered by a male voice.
"Hello, Kate's house," the deep voice answered.
"Hi, who is this?" Meg asked, surprised to hear a male voice since Kate was single and lived alone.
"It's Paul. Meg is that you?"
Meg felt her body relax as she suddenly recognised Kate's brother's voice, relieved she wasn't casually chatting to an intruder.
"Paul! What are you doing there? Where's Kate? You stealing things out of her fridge again?" Meg asked in a teasing voice.
"Busted. No, Kate had to go out of town, she's got an interview for that job she applied for so I'm staying here looking after Mitzi."
Mitzi was Kate's spoilt little Shitzu who hated everyone but her beloved owner.
"Ha! Good luck with that one!"
"Urgh, I know, I've already almost lost a finger. Did you want Kate for something urgent? You can probably get her on her mobile?"
"No, it's okay," Meg sighed. "I just wanted a bit of cheering up."
"You could always talk to me. I'm kind of hilarious."
Meg could almost see the twinkle in Paul's dark brown eyes. While Kate was fair and petite, her brother was tall, broad and dark. His dark brown hair was cut short and his handsome face always seemed to have a grin on it. Meg had always had a bit of a secret crush on him, but never uttered a word, knowing he saw her as another sister.
Meg lay back against her fluffy pillow and smiled.
"Ok then, funny boy. Entertain me."
"Well, I broke up with Celia yesterday."
"What? That's not funny!"
"Ah c'mon, you and Kate hated her! That's bound to cheer you up!"
"We didn't hate her, we just... Okay yeah, we hated her!"
"Ha, I knew it! I was getting bored of her constant moaning."
"What was she moaning about?"
Paul lowered his voice to a whisper. "She kept complaining my cock was too big," he said deadpan.
Meg spluttered with laughter. That was not what she was expecting to hear!
"Told you I could cheer you up." Meg could hear the smile in his voice.
"I just can't believe you said the word cock to me!" Meg giggled.
"I'm sorry milady, have I offended your sensitive, delicate little ears?"
"No! But I can't help thinking you wouldn't have said that to Kate."
