** Before I get into it, I would just like to say that this is the first story I've ever really committed to writing. Any feedback and such would be greatly appreciated.
I admit that this story is based on some of my own high school fantasies. Rather than attempting to write a consistent timeline of events that makes it all make sense, I'll ask you to just accept the fact that everyone featured in the context of this story is 18 or older. Thank you **
Nin looked at her calendar. It was "yes" day again. She felt a familiar twinge of anxiety that quickly split into excitement and acceptance. Stretching, she walked to the bathroom door on the far side of her room. She was the only one in the house with an en suite. The room was the smallest because of it, but she didn't mind in the slightest. Stepping into the bathroom, she took off her pajamas and turned on the shower, not bothering to close the door. When her family first moved in, she had heavily fantasized about being caught like this by someone barging in. No one ever entered without her invitation, though.
Warm steam began flowing out from the shower, reminding her of how chilly it was. The upstairs never got too much heat during the colder months. Nin had to use a space heater when it got below freezing, even with the thermostat cranked all the way up. She decided that the water was hot enough and hopped into the shower. The warmth made her sigh appreciatively. It didn't take very long to rinse the night's sleep away.
Bracing for the chill, she stepped out of the lingering warmth of the shower. Nin shot a glance at her bedroom door. She would be right in the line of sight of anyone walking in. The thought warmed her a little. She grabbed her hairbrush and turned to give the imaginary intruder a full view of her as she brushed the snarls out of her hair. It wasn't very long hair, going only a few inches past her shoulders. She had no idea how she managed to get it so tangled when she slept.
Nin watched herself in the half steamed, body-length mirror on the wall. She had pale, fair skin that she did her best to keep smooth and glowing. It contrasted with her dark brown hair, all the more because she was wet. Her small frame fit her well. Skinny, but with a healthy amount of plump to soften her figure. Her legs and mid-riff were tone without being muscular.
Nin was very satisfied with her figure. Other girls at her school definitely beat her in the chest department, but they didn't have the legs and hips that she did. Her perky b-cups bounced as she brushed her hair out. They were almost big enough to be c's. She sighed and reached up to cup one with her spare hand. At least they had a pleasant shape to them. The wet and cold had caused her small, neat nipples to become hard, and a darker shade of their usual pink. She glanced back over to the pretend observer and gave the nipple a slight tug.
Done with the hair, she dried herself, then the floor with a towel. With that accomplished, Nin set out to get dressed. As she walked across the room to her dresser, she flicked a glance to the door and frowned to see that it had been locked the entire time.
"It's a 'yes' day," she remembered again, door instantly forgotten.
On her calendar several days were marked with various abbreviations that wouldn't make sense to anyone but her. She could have just as easily marked the days on her phone or laptop calendars, but there was something exciting about having it all right there for anyone to see. Today, the calendar dictated that she was not allowed to say "no".
The calendar also told her that it was time for her weekly game of chance. Rather than go for her clothes, she instead grabbed a worn dollar coin off the top of the dresser. She flipped it and fumbled catching it. On the ground, it showed heads up. Nin fidgeted. "Does it still count if it's on the ground?" She considered flipping it again, and then tossed the thought aside. Placing the coin back in its spot, she opened one of the drawers and dug to the bottom. Out she pulled a special pair of panties, more thickly built and form-fitting than the usual fare. She also fished out a small pink disc. The disc slotted right into a specially made part of the panties. Nin had been so nervous when she ordered these online. Luckily discreet shipping was something they had offered specifically. All that was left now was to connect it to the app on her phone.
She fished her phone off of the charger and located the app buried within a random folder. A few taps and a squeeze of the disc was all it took to connect them. Nin let the screen go black and then hit the volume button. Her efforts were rewarded by an audible buzz and an intense tingling in the hand that held the panties. The website had claimed that it was quiet --and it was, for its strength. It could definitely pass for a phone ringing on vibrate, but everyone around could track it to the source eventually. Nin had worked up a system of buzzing herself in short bursts throughout the day. Since she had to touch her phone anyway, it would be easy to shift the blame if anyone took too much notice. She'd had her phone taken away once in class for getting repeated "phone calls" with her "phone" buzzing away non-stop.
Nin returned to the dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans and moss-green shirt without too much thought. Her bra took a little more consideration. It was a "yes" day after all, she may very well be showing it off. Nothing really matched with the pair of special panties though. Her favorite bra still needed to be washed, so that was a no-go. After a moment, she gave a little smile, and decided to forgo the bra entirely. It was still pretty chilly, so she had an excuse to wear a hoodie all day anyway.
Taking the clothes back over to the mirror, she pulled on the shirt. It was thin enough that you could definitely see her cold nipples poking the fabric.
"I wonder how many people would notice," she thought.
Looking down at her bottomless reflection, she struck a little pose she had practiced. Nin leaned forward just a bit and arched her back in a way that popped her butt up fractionally. It wasn't an extreme pose by any means, but it certainly accentuated the thigh gap that she was so proud of. She had wide hips that lent a lithe curvature to her legs and waist. Her tight, shapely ass, and her unobtrusive, pink pussy looked presentable from all angles. Any girl would see this pose for exactly what it was, but boys had a tendency to overlook the blatancy of it, getting lost in their own appreciation.
Perhaps she just didn't look the type to them. Nin's gaze drifted up to her face. She had hazel green eyes and a face that most would call "pretty", or "cute", rather than "beautiful", or "hot". Her natural expression likened more to a curious kitten, rather than a sexy vixen. Most people would never guess the things that she was up to just by looking at her. Nin pulled on her panties and adjusted them to sit just right. They were made to be snug enough that no matter how much you shifted and squirmed, the disc would never be off-target. To confirm everything was in order, Nin grabbed her phone and gave herself a quick buzz, the suddenness of it jolting her slightly.
After a short span of time, Nin was fully dressed; her hair nit-picked into place, and she was smelling quite lovely. She left her room and bounced her way down the stairs, into the entrance area by the front door. A quick detour found her in the kitchen, grabbing one of her mom's fruity health drinks at random. This one apparently tasted "nature fresh", with blueberry and pomegranate.
Nin could hear her mom talking excitedly about something in the living room. Probably to her dad. Her parents had forever been in a sort of "honeymoon phase". Nin had thought it normal until she started going over to her friends houses and observing their parents. It was cute to watch them interact with each other. Both were total geeks over certain things. Her mom was an avid fantasy reader/collector, and her dad was a hobbyist in all sorts of things. He collected board games, did amateur writing, and even made mini figurines based on obscure fantasy characters. It was probably for these reasons that she and her siblings ended up with such odd names. "Nin" was short for "Ninalva", but pretty much no one called her that.
Her older brother took online classes and was likely not going to make an appearance until well after noon. Her younger sister had likely already left to catch a bus. Prim had thrown such a fit about having to transfer schools. So much that her parents gave in, and arranged for her to still go to the old school. It was impractical, given that her old school was three times farther than the new one. Nin didn't mind so much though. This way It felt like she had the whole school to herself. Turning around she saw her mother enter the kitchen, looking happy.
"Sounds like you were excited about something," Nin casually said.
Her mom lit up and began explaining how her father had finished a figure of one of her favorite characters from a series she had been re-reading. Nin stood, amused by how animated her mom became while describing the figure. She kept trying to backtrack and summarize how certain details were relevant to the story, which she also tried to give a brief summery for.
Nin reached down and squeezed the volume button through her pocket. She didn't worry that her mom would hear the buzz, or notice the fidgeting. The house could collapse around them, and she doubted that her mom would notice enough to halt her explanation. Nin's eyes began to glaze over as she embraced the intense vibrations from the disc, tightly pressed against her. Her hips swayed a bit of their own accord. Here she was, masturbating mid-conversation in the middle of the kitchen. Twangs of pleasure worked their way upwards.
Letting go of the phone, Nin stepped past her mother, and back into the area by the front door. Her mom followed right along, still deep in her explanation. Nin located her sneakers and slipped them on, grabbing her backpack in the process. She stowed her pilfered fruit drink inside.
"-and he even remembered the buckle on the back that broke during the second book when they were-"
Nin tentatively interrupted, "I have to go or I wont be able to catch the bus, mom. I'll look at it when I get back. You can tell me then."
Her mother went blank for a moment, changing mental gears.
"Oh, right. I'll tell you all about it later. You should probably get going if you don't want to miss the bus," she said, as if it were her own original thought.
