I had just finished blow drying my hair when the power went out. I stood frozen for a second, my mind taking a second to process what had happened. One moment the blow dryer was humming, my music was blaring from the other room, then nothing. No noise, no lights. I was pitched into darkness. Thunder boomed outside suddenly and I screamed. My hand flew to my mouth quickly to muffle the noise but I closed my eyes tight until my heart stopped racing.
I hated thunderstorms.
The rain itself wasn't so bad until it started pouring. Then I got a little uneasy. When I saw lightning I usually closed my eyes and tried to pretend I didn't see anything but when I heard the thunder...
The thunder was the worst.
My brain understood that thunder was just a sound. It couldn't physically hurt me. At the same time, it terrified me. The intensity of it was too much for me. It made me feel small and helpless.
A flash of lightning startled me into motion; I snatched up a robe and pulled it around myself as I ran into the bedroom. Thunder rumbled across the sky as soon as I closed the door. I threw my hands up over my ears, letting go of my robe. The silky fabric dropped open at the top, revealing my large breasts. When I was certain the thunder was gone I reached down to close my robe, then stopped.
Nobody was here to see anyway.
I laid down on my bed, picked up my phone, then tossed it down in frustration when I realized it had died some time ago. I automatically went for my charger, dropping my hands in defeat when I remembered the power was out. I pouted and sat up slowly, looking around in the dark.
Sometimes I hated living alone; nobody was here when I came home from work, dinner wasn't ready when I walked through the door exhausted from a long day. The small apartment was quiet and lonely.
Nobody to talk to meant lots of nights out on the town but I never brought anybody home. Everyone was either too drunk or too focused on getting in my pants or both and that never enticed me to bring somebody back.
Living alone also meant no sex. I had to handle that by myself. I would lay in bed, imagining someone whispering dirty words in my ear as they fucked me from behind, and play with my clit until I was moaning and moving my hips but the orgasm was never...sufficient. I always needed more right afterwards. I thought something was wrong with me, that I would never be satisfied.
Don't get me wrong, I'd definitely had sex before. At 21, I was no virgin. But the sex was always so basic. I got kissed and licked in all the right places. My pussy got wet like any other woman's would and I was fucked and eaten out like any other woman would be. It was nice... But it wasn't what I wanted.
I wanted to be bitten. I wanted my ass to be smacked over and over while my pussy was devoured like a last meal. I wanted my hair pulled, my throat squeezed. I wanted to be tied up, spanked, and forced to beg for my own orgasm. I wanted a certain ferocity that, frankly, I just couldn't find in anybody.
I moaned softly as my pussy started to throb. I laid back against my headboard and slid a finger between my pussy lips. Thinking about those things turned me on better than anything else. Turning my head, I looked at the mirror next to my bed; I liked to watch myself as I masturbated. It was dark but I knew what I was looking at. I was thick and curvy, with soft brown eyes and full lips. My breasts were large and my ass was round and although I didn't think I was that sexy, people offered me compliments everywhere I went so I guess subconsciously I knew I was attractive.
Long pink hair tumbled down around my shoulders as I shrugged off my robe. The fabric caressed my honey-brown skin as it slid off, pooling around my thick hips and phat ass.
My nipples got hard almost as soon as I touched them and I bit my lip. I stuck out my tongue and lifted my tit, my tongue rubbing against my hardened nipple slowly. My pussy was hot to the touch as I slid my fingertip into my slick hole. I moaned louder, now sucking on my large tit as hard as I could. My finger left my pussy and circled my clit. I gasped, arching my back slightly. Thunder crashed outside, shaking my windows, and my mood evaporated like steam. I threw a wild look at the glass; it shuddered in its frame then settled down. I laid my head back, breathing heavily from anxiety. My heart pounded in my chest.
Knock, knock, knock!
I startled and sat up quickly, grabbing the blanket to pull around myself. Then I realized the person was at the front door, not my bedroom door. I sighed and got out of bed.
Knock, knock, knock!
"I'm coming!" I called out, putting my robe back on and tying it tight so it wouldn't come undone.
I swept my hair back away from my face, breathed deeply, and let it out slowly. Opening my bedroom door I realized I hadn't lit any candles. I made my way over to the door carefully, feeling my way along until I felt the chain to the lock in my hands. I started to unlock it then paused; who would be knocking on my door like that? I looked through the peephole but the hallway was just as dark, if not darker, than my apartment.
"Who is it?" I demanded. My voice cut through the silence, making me wish I had whispered instead.
"Lola, it's Shane," the person replied, "From D-14? Are you okay?"
I smiled, unable to stop myself. Shane Gladen from D-14 lived two doors down from me. She had moved in a little after I did and I never wasted an opportunity to chat with her; she was funny and smart and I found her very sexy. She was a few inches taller than me, with a stocky build that made her look slightly intimidating up close. Her brown hair was long, like mine, but she chose to braid hers instead of wearing it down. Shane had full soft-looking lips that I wanted to kiss, and hazel eyes that were usually bright and cheerful. She was thick like me too, but she wore t-shirts and jeans instead of v-necks and skirts. She smiled a lot. Sometimes when she smiled at me, I felt shy. She always cheered me up, usually without realizing what she was doing.
Knock, knock, knock!
I snapped back to the present and unlocked the door. Shane Gladen shuffled her feet a little and I heard a sigh of relief.
"I thought maybe you'd left me to stand here in the hallway by myself," she said, a smile in her voice, "May I come in?"
"Of course." I stepped to the side and let her through the door. A faint vanilla scent followed her in. I breathed in deeply as I closed the door. It made me warm and happy inside. She took her shoes off and set them neatly by the t.v. Navigating my living room with ease, she found her way to the coffee table and set something down on it. I made my way over to join her but she surprised me by grabbing my hand and pulling me into a hug.
"I heard you scream," she whispered into my ear, "Is there somebody here?"
I felt foolish for screaming so loud and shook my head.
"There's nobody here," I said in a low voice, "the thunder just scared me." As if to prove my point, a bright flash lit up the room. Two seconds later the thunder boomed overhead. I shivered against Shane and she hugged me tighter.
"It's okay," she whispered. I wanted to stay nestled against her forever but she pulled away when the thunder ebbed. I heard her rummaging through something, then the smell of pasta met my nose. My stomach growled. Shane chuckled and went into my kitchen.
"Where do you keep your plates and glasses?" she asked. I made my way over to the smell and sat down on my couch.
"Plates, first cabinet bottom shelf. Glasses, same cabinet middle shelf."
I heard clinking, then she was next to me again. She set the plates down carefully and opened a container.
"Oh wait!" she exclaimed, setting everything down. I thought she wanted to say Grace but she just rummaged around until she found what she was looking for. "This should make it easier to see."
I heard a pop and a small flame appeared out of thin air. She used the match to light some candles she brought with her and set them along the coffee table. When she was done she smiled, turning to look at me. Her cheeks were dimpled. Shadows danced across her face from the candlelight.
