Chapter One: May 27th
The truck rolled up two hours late, Jeanette scowled at the driver, a large, be-whiskered, annoyingly jovial man who shrugged,
"Sorry, lady, we couldn't find the house," he laughed half-heartedly,
"Well, at least you're here now, " she sighed. She made her way to the truck and watched the electric jointed rear panel open to reveal all her belongings in carefully stacked, sealed, and labelled manila cardboard boxes.
It took the rest of the day, but by 6.45 pm her life had been deposited on the various floors of her newly acquired house.
Situated in rural splendor on the New England coast, the summer sun still warmed the hardwood floors. Jeanette, or Jee to her friends, surveyed the floor of her palatial living room and felt the thrill of a new home. She left Washington, DC.
With no regrets, her former boyfriend proved unfaithful, and after delivering a measure of sweet revenge, she ghosted him and then left without ceremony.
Only her closest friends knew of her move to the quiet town of Haven, New England.
She wandered around the rooms, wearing cut off shorts, a white vest top and no underwear, settling on her bedroom and the only unpacked item, her king-size bed. She had set to work and paid a little extra to get the deliveryman to build the modern wood frame and place the expensive mattress upon it. Now, she set herself the task of making up her bed.
As the night drew in, the excitement of her move and fatigue made her bed seem even more inviting.
With her bedside lamp on the floor, she stripped off her clothes and crawled inside the crisp sheets, pulling up her duvet and fell asleep.
The next morning, Jeanette opened one eye and sighed. The sun slid through the white painted wooden slats of the blinds, and she fought the desire to roll over. How could it be morning already?
"Come on, Jee. Things to do!" She yawned and sat up.
As she blinked, the familiar aching sensation of her pussy made herself known. Unlike most women, Jee supposed, her sexual desires woke with the sun, and touched her sensitive folds of her pussy, now quivering with the lack of attention and slipping down into her panties. She felt her warm folds already wet and lay back. With practised fingers, she felt her luxuriant pussy open for her fingers, her folds always tight began to relax, as she found her swollen nub, "Oh, you naughty girl alright then just a little play to calm you down"
She spoke to her sex in the third person, knowing that if she didn't calm her arousal now, she would be out of sorts all day. Looking around the scattered boxes in the bedroom, she mentally sifted through her memory, identifying the contents of the bedroom boxes, remembering where her sex toys were. She looked around and saw the cardboard box, marked 'Bedroom #3' scrawled in red marker. She slipped out onto the hard laminate floor, padded over on bare feet, pulling down her damp bed-worn panties. Her small high tits jiggled as she pulled the draw tape to open the box seal and peered inside. Three-bathroom bags with draw strings were piled on top, so she pulled them out, and then found the dark toiletries bag, unzipped it and fished out her favourite dildo and small bullet vibrator.
The summer sun had quickly warmed her bedroom and so she opted to kneel, naked, on her bed. She set the vibrator to full and placed it on her clitoris. The sensation was both immediate and incredibly powerful,
