*Click.....beep.....chirp!*
The man snapped the device shut and activated it. "Alright. You know the drill. If you go beyond the ankle monitor markers that were placed outside, you can expect those red and blue lights outside your door," said the man.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," said the girl with a huff.
Her fate was sealed. Her freedom, very limited. She'd been too much of a burden to the surrounding community, which came with a price that would drive her stir crazy. House arrest. It was almost an insult to her. Caddy might as well had been in jail, instead of having potentially limitless freedom dangled right in front of her, but crippled by an active ankle bracelet. She was 20 years old, and at 15, started a rap sheet that's now about as long as the radius of her ankle monitor: sell of illegal substance, use of illegal substance, vandalism, gang related activity, petty theft, and a failed attempt at prostitution, in addition to other offenses. Her latest effort was assault, for which she was supposed to have gotten a minimum sentence of a year. At the hearing, the judge decided otherwise, since the nearby detention facilities were crowded with criminals with more serious offenses. It also helped that her uncle was a district attorney, hence the lesser punishment.
Caddy was very much a tomboy. She stood at 5 foot 8. She had light brown skin and hazel eyes. She had shoulder-length black hair, which was now in a ponytail and wrapped in a grey bandanna. She had a "battle scar" on her left cheek, from one of her many street brawls. Her attire left something to be desired also: baggy jeans and an oversized white Sean John shirt, hiding the curves that not many men ever knew she had. With a little makeup and more feminine threads, she might have the men flocking.
The officer left after explaining some guidelines to Caddy's mother. She'd occasionally give Caddy the look of disappointment as the man talked to her. He found his way out of the home shortly thereafter.
"I can't believe the aggravation you've put me through," her mother said coldly. "My only child, a damn near menace to society!"
"Mom, I'm sorry, I....."
"I don't want to hear shit from you right now! I've got to get to work. I'll deal with you when I get home." She stormed out the door. Caddy stood there, nearly tearing up. Her mother wanted so much for Caddy. She knew she'd hurt her mother, and she was just as angry at herself for not trying to break her vicious cycle. But it was all she knew.
In the meantime, she was bored. She needed something to occupy her time. She spent some time talking with friends on the phone, trying to stay abreast of the current goings on while on lockdown. That didn't last too long, since her friends had other things to do, an advantage that came along with having freedom. She watched some TV, flipping to the Maury show, which had its usual "Who's the Father?" episode. That gave her some laughs for 60 minutes. It was all too familiar to her, since some of her friends could also be shoo-ins for potential guests. But once again, she was bored out of her mind. To calm her boredom, she decided to do something she hadn't done since she was 17.....get dolled up.
She went into the bathroom and ran some bath water, pouring some of her mother's bubble bath into the tub. As the tub filled, Caddy unbuttoned and pushed down her oversized pants, which covered white boxers with green dollar signs all over them. She then peeled off the boxers, revealing a rounded ass with subtle stretch marks. Her legs were smooth and toned -- all that running from the cops paid off in that regard. The huge white shirt came off without a problem, then she went for the white sports bra she was wearing. It was tight, pressing against her breasts as she pulled at it. After a brief tug, off it came, going over her head as her nice, round "C" cups plopped to her chest. The bandanna stayed on. She extended her long leg into the hot bath water, sending a slight zing through her body as she adjusted to the temperature.
She breathed a sigh as she settled into the suds. She laid back and let her mind wander. Then, the thought of her mother's disappointment resurfaced. She thought about how sorry she was and how she'd make it up to her. She made a vow in her mind to try and do better with her life. Then, she felt a sensation. Some suds were popping around her nipple. It wasn't long at all before it became stiff, protruding at least a half inch from her areola. The feeling sent pleasurable little chills throughout Caddy's chest as each small bubble popped, creating goose bumps, and making her other nipple become erect as well. It had been about a month since Caddy had some cock, way too long for her. She last got her last taste of good sex at a gang-affiliated party. They were both drunk, but at least she still savored the memory of how he gave it to her while hidden in a backyard tool shed, with other drunken partiers wandering about the lawn outside. Not the most romantic encounter, but it felt incredible.
She could feel herself getting wet, although submerged in the water. She sat in the water, suffering. She fought so hard not to touch her nipples, doing so would set her off. She wouldn't be able to control her sexual urges. After a few minutes, the feeling slowly began to leave her. She scrubbed herself clean, going easy on her hot spots, careful not to provoke herself, then flipped the drain release toggle. She wrapped herself in a towel upon stepping out of the tub. She walked to her bedroom, the towel snug against her, the crease between her ass and thighs visible just below the towel as she walked. She untied her bandanna, letting her hair down. When reaching for her lotion, her towel fell off, tauntingly grazing her nipples on its way down. It sent a warm tingle throughout her body. She tried to ignore it, moving along as if it didn't happen.
She began slowly rubbing lotion on her arm, then the other. Once her arms soaked up the scented moisture, she rubbed some across her collar bone, then under her breast. Careful not to graze her nipples again, she rubbed lotion on the top of her breasts, then in between. She rubbed a little on her stomach, then on her toned ass and thighs. She then sat down on her bed to do the front side of her legs and around the ankle monitor, oblivious to the position she would put herself in within the next few moments. As she reached down to massage lotion into her shins, her nipples rubbed heavily against her legs. She immediately stopped and repositioned herself, leaning more forward, placing her tits beyond her knees. She began rubbing again, each rub causing her cute tits to swing back and forth, her nipples smacking against her knees.
"Fuck," she mumbled to herself. Her nipples were already swollen by the time she looked at them. She was feeling tingly again, and before she knew it, her hand was reaching for it. In her mind, she forbade herself against touching them, but her hand wouldn't stop. A gentle squeeze was all it took, and it was over. She instantly laid back on her bed, still gripping the nipple. It felt great, creating euphoria. She agonized herself with her self inflicted stimulation. She got hot and lightheaded, sensations stirring throughout her body.
"Feels so fucking good," she said aloud to herself, as she reached down to fondle her clit. Being able to vent her sexual frustration in an empty house excited her. "Shit! Fuck! Damn!" She let it all hang out. It wasn't even 15 seconds into lightly squeezing her clit, and her orgasm began quaking inside of her. Her legs clenched together and she rolled over into the fetal position, squeezing her hand into her crotch as she screamed out into her pillow. The orgasm wasn't long past, and although her legs were noodles, she was up out of her bed, ransacking her drawers for her toys. She pulled out a dildo with a smaller dick affixed above it for clit stimulation while penetrating.
She immediately pushed it into herself, and collapsed back onto the bed, squirming while she pleasured herself. She moaned aloud while she squeezed her supersensitive nipples. Had she never touched them, she wouldn't be in this predicament. She could feel another collection of spasms coming on, then there was a problem.
"Aw shit!" she said in frustration. Apparently, while she was away being pushed through the court system, the power in the batteries of the dildo had gotten weak, and the vibrations from the toy were becoming faint. "Dammit!" she sighed. Desperately, she began to pump the toy in and out of her furiously, determined to milk another orgasm out of it. With enough grinding and pumping, she worked herself back to her previous state, at the brink of climax. She shivered as the contractions began, yelling out for anyone outside to hear. Soon after, she lied there panting, her nipples standing up on her chest. 'It's not over,' she said in her mind. She was horny, and needed to find satisfaction somehow, even if it meant masturbating herself into a coma.
Caddy heard some noise approaching. That of a grossly amplified stereo system, booming and vibrating the place as it got closer. She looked out the window to see the car of a rival gang coming near, and instantly, her street personality kicked in. She had to confront them and represent her set. She scrambled to find something, anything to wear. She managed to slip on a white tank top and purple boy shorts. It made no sense to go out looking like this, but she didn't care, time was of the essence. The car had almost passed her house. She grabbed a pistol out of her mother's drawer and darted out of the door, yelling obscenities at the car.