Before you read: There is no sex in this story.
(1)
I woke up very early for me. It was only 9am, which for me was still the middle of the night. A ridiculously early time. It was my fault that I was awake though as I had failed to close the curtains properly before I went to bed, and as soon as the sun appeared over the houses opposite it shone directly on me. The brightness disturbed my sleep, but it was the temperature that woke me up properly. I shed the duvet in my sleep, but even that wasn't enough and eventually I woke up. I opened one eye, wincing at the general brightness that greeted me and I curled up onto my side.
It had been a warm week and I had given up on any sort of sleep wear a few nights ago. I wasn't naked, but I was only wearing some boy short style panties. I pulled the curtains closed and tried to get back to sleep and did actually doze on occasion, but I was awake so I had may as well get up. I stood up and sorted out my panties with my fingers as they were twisted and generally not really where they should be after I had slept in them. I put a vest on so I was decent and looked out of the window. "Ooo," I said to myself as I saw that the car wasn't there. I wondered if just Mum or Dad were out or if they had both gone somewhere.
I went to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and had a quick wash. My parents room was open and no one was in it, so they were both up and I went downstairs to get a drink. The coast looked clear so I went back upstairs again. My brother was in, but he wouldn't be about until later in the morning so I went back into my room and closed the door making sure it clicked shut properly. I didn't have a lock, an argument that I had fairly regularly with both Mum and Dad. An argument that I lost every time even though to the best of my recall they had never actually given me a good reason as to why I was not allowed one. I could of course just buy my own and fit it, but I wouldn't know which way to hold a screw driver never mind actually do any sort of DIY.
Satisfied that my door was properly shut I took my vest off and slid my panties down. As I stepped out of them I flicked them with my foot towards the washing basket and had a look at myself in the mirror. I wish that I was curvier and that I had some boobs, but I was very petite and flat chested. Weighing a generous 50kg wet through and standing barely 5 feet tall I did acknowledge that I would look ridiculous with massive tits, but still, I could still wear training bras with no real issue. Because of my lack of chest I rarely wore a bra anyway, I didn't need one, and they were fairly uncomfortable. The only time I bothered was if I was wearing something tight where you could see my nipples through it if I was braless. I also wore one at the gym, mainly for changing room purposes as it was one communal space with no individual cubicles and getting my boobs out felt a little weird. Not that it bothered some of the girls there, wandering around wearing absolutely nothing in some cases.
Naked, I opened my bed side draw and took out my Rabbit vibrator and flicked it on. It buzzed into life and I grinned as I squeezed it in my hand. The texture was so nice, firm and yet it had a little bit of give when you squeezed it that somehow seemed to highlight the power that it held in it's perfectly honed shape. The battery indicator was red and for a second I considered risking it, but there is nothing more frustrating than bringing yourself to earth shattering teasey orgasm only for the vibrator to stop milliseconds before your world explodes in awesome.
I turned it off and threw it onto my bed and went downstairs again. Swatting the dogs nose away from where it was very much not welcome I lifted the battery box down and took out a new pack of them. I did wonder if anyone wondered where they went. Living with a teenage girl I am sure they had a fair idea. My Mum had bought me the toy and I guess my Dad didn't want to imagine his baby girl being old enough to want and enjoy that sort of activity. I went back up to my room and closed the door again, pushing it hard with my hand to make sure it was properly clicked shut. It was just habit, I am not even sure why I do it as if Steve was going to walk in on me he was going to walk in on me. At best the door being shut gave me a fraction of a second extra warning as the noise of the handle moving would alert me. Truth was though if I got walked in on my only defence would be screaming at him and hoping he didn't see anything.
I got onto my bed and replaced the batteries in the Rabbit. Switching it on again it jerked in my hand with it's newly found vigour of fresh electricity. Holding it in my left hand I offered it to my mouth and sucked it. Silicone tastes weird and I do keep meaning to try some flavoured lube, but I haven't bought any yet, so instead I tolerated the odd taste of silicone. Using my right hand I stroked down my tummy and curled my fingers between my legs. I was horny, I just wanted to cum so I went straight for the good bits to get myself wet. Stroking my fingers across my entrance to confirm I was not wet even though I knew with certainty that I wasn't I moved up to my clit and with small focused circles I teased my finger tips across my clit.
I felt my body flush with pleasure followed by the electrical ripple of energy as my body reacted to the attention. I moaned softly to myself, almost silent as I gently teased and stroked myself while sucking on my toy. I was a virgin, I have never sucked a real one, hell, I have never touched a real one and the whole process fascinated me. Pushing it into my throat until I gagged I used the sex toy to have sex with my mouth while my fingers started to feel the result of their labour. It is almost like a flood, the barriers hold out for what feels like ages, but once they get overcome, the water, or in my case, my wetness floods out. I don't wet myself or anything like that, but I go from no where near wet enough to fuck yes, I am ready in what seems like a matter of seconds.
Pulling the toy out of my mouth I turn it on and pass it to my right hand. Adjusting so I am gripping the handle I trail it down my neck, between my breasts and down my stomach. I hold my breath as I anticipate what is coming and slide it between my legs. Twisting it so the ears are where they need to be I gently push it inside my body. My eyes shoot open as I get penetrated and no matter how many times I do it that initial sensation is beyond awesome. My eyes slowly roll into the back of my head as I slowly push the 5 inch toy inside me and as the vibrating ears nestle around my clit my eyes flutter closed and my breathing stops for a few seconds.
"Fucking yes," I whisper as an almost silent exhalation. Holding the toy inside myself for a few seconds I push it a little harder and downwards to change the angle that it pushes inside me. Very occasionally I don't even need to move it, I can just hold it deep in me and around my clit as I orgasm, but after a few seconds this is not one of those times so I start gently thrusting it in and out of myself.
I look down my naked body, my milk white skin that looks like it has never seen sunlight is only punctuated with the jet black patch of hair that is between my legs. I trim it very short and I can wear the smallest of all small thongs with no problem, but I am not shaved down there. I do want to, but I am not really sure how to do it, it looks dangerous to have razors down there. I mean I have been known to cut my legs and that hurts badly enough, I imagine taking a nick out of my pussy would be agony.
Tilting my head back I stare up at the headboard above me and pick up the pace. I go as quickly as I dare without being noisy enough for anyone to hear me as I screw myself. Flat on my back, my legs bent at the knees and wide open I gently, but firmly work the toy in and out of myself. I don't need much thrusting, it is mainly the vibrations that get me off. In fact if I just finger myself I don't even penetrate myself, I just rub my clit in well practised patterns to achieve orgasm. Climax with my Rabbit though is better. I am not sure if it is the penetration or the vibration that does it, but even if I try to resist orgasm the Rabbit easily wins.
"Ooo yeah," I whisper softly as I start to meet the toy with my hips. Nearing orgasm I use the fingers on my left hand to squeeze my right nipple. It is rock hard and I pinch it between my thumb and index finger. Twisting my fingers together and rolling my nipple between my fingers I squeeze until pleasure flashes to pain, but then instantly back to pleasure again. "Fuck," I whisper, this time a little louder. My entire body starts to tingle. The tingle radiates from my chest as I play with my nipple begins to spread through my upper body and down towards my tummy. As the tingles spread downwards the tingle between my legs starts to drift upwards towards my tummy.
"Fuck fuck fuck," I mumble to myself. Lifting my hips off the bed I pick up the pace with the toy and go a little deeper. Adjusting the depth and speed as my body desires I begin to lose control. Pleasure and tingles increase to a level that is almost beyond what my brain can process and I feel myself rushing towards the edge of orgasm. I push myself further, holding the toy as deep in me as I can manage. I stop squeezing my nipple and take hold of my breast in my left hand, gently squeezing it as I do so.
I open my eyes and focus on the headboard above me. My array of cuddly toys all looking down at me with their innocence as I watch them blur into blackness. "Yes," I whimper, "Yes yes yes," I say beyond a whisper as I hear my own voice break the silence of my room as my body surrenders and climax washes over me in a flood. The flood subsides and is followed up my what feels like a tidal wave. I am not breathing, I am squeezing my own breast harder than is comfortable, but I am loving it. My body craves the opposite to the pleasure that is currently flooding my nervous system. The Rabbit deep in me is almost assaulting my clit and my body needs it. My body loves it and it wants more. It wants more than it can even have delivered and yet it wants it. Breathing is secondary, pain is not an immediate concern, I just need this to continue.
I push for a second orgasm, switching depth of the toy for speed and thrusting I push towards the ever illusive second orgasm. I can feel it fading and push even harder. Grabbing my nipple again I squeeze only this time I feel the pain and relax my grip. Desperately I push the toy deeper into me again as I blindly search for what my body needs to continue the climax, but I can feel it fading. I hear myself gasp for air as my body priorities oxygen over pleasure and it is gone. I remove the toy and drop it on the bed next to me. Curling up into the foetal position I bask in the warm afterglow of orgasm. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as my lungs suck in huge gulps of air.
I recover my composure and get up. I give the toy a clean and put it back into the draw burying it amongst my socks and panties so you would have to hunt around to find it. I pick up my towel to go for a shower and just at that moment my door opened. I clutched the towel to my chest which did a fairly good job at maintaining decency. You could see I was naked, my chest, shoulders and arms were bare, and you could see my bare hips and the outsides of my thighs. All of the essentials though were easily covered. "Hey," Steve said as he came in uninvited, "I need a favour?"
I looked at him with a glare that could have killed. Walking in on me was annoying, not even saying sorry was just taking the piss. Although it did cross my mind that I was so glad he had walked in now and not around 5 minutes ago. "Er... you could fucking knock," I snapped.
"Yeah, sorry," he said scanning me up and down and seeing that I wasn't wearing anything except an urgently grabbed towel, "I thought you were up."
"Closed door, knock, it isn't a difficult concept. Dick," I said. He knew he was in the wrong as he heard me call him a dick and didn't retaliate by calling me a bitch or something similar. "What do you want?" I asked.
(2)
I knew that it was a long shot and had been going over the speech in my mind over and over again. Different ways to phrase it and responses to what replies I could imagine her firing back at me. The vast majority of them were swear words as that was the most likely reaction.
I was going to ask my sister if she would do me a massive favour and be my life model for some art coursework. I had known about the coursework for weeks, in fact probably months and I had once again left it until the last possible moment with it being due in two days. It had originally been my intention to ask my girlfriend if she would mind as although we hadn't actually got to full sex we had got to third base. That idea was shot down in flames though when she dumped me. It wasn't a massive surprise, but it was still a bit upsetting and annoying when it finally happened. Apart from her being a girl into guys, and me being a guy into girls we didn't really have much else in common.
So here I was. Pacing in my room as I planned out how to ask my sister if she would get her kit off for me in the name of art. She hated art, well, maybe hate is a little strong, but she did give me constant abuse for it not being a real subject. I had heard her get up and wander around earlier in the morning, but she had gone back to her room and I had not heard her for a while. I kept talking myself out of asking her and just doing the drawing from a picture, but I knew that was cheating and although I would get away with it, it was not in the spirit of the assignment and was a cop out.
