Misty strode confidently into the student center at her university that spring afternoon. She had just gotten out of her least favorite class, and had in her hands the test from last week. The surprising "97%" was written on the top in a red pen. Now she could just check her mail, and sit down and read for a few hours until dinnertime with her friends.
As she went to her mailbox, she looked in and noticed that she couldn't see any light through the window, meaning it was full. She wasn't expecting anything, so it was another pleasant surprise. It's always nice to get actual physical mail, even if it's just junk mail.
She spun the dial, and opened it up. There was a cardboard box tucked in there, just barely small enough to fit in the slot. Misty pulled it out, surprised. She wasn't expecting a package from anyone. And this didn't look like it was from anyone she knew. There was no return address, and it really wasn't even addressed to her. Just to her mailbox number, on a small computer-printed address label.
Curious, Misty went over to the small lounge underneath the stairs to open it up and see what she had received. The lounge was surprisingly empty, and she sat down on the couch all by herself. Using her room key, she cut through the tape on one side of the box. Tilting it on its side, two Rayovac AA batteries fall into her lap, and then an odd object in a clear plastic bag.
She sees a shiny metal egg-shaped object, connected by a small wire to a white plastic thing. There is a piece of paper inside the bag, a warranty slip. The word "vibrator" seems to leap out to her, and she drops it into her lap, covering it and blushing furiously. Misty looks around furtively, but no one seems to be paying attention to her.
"What the hell is going on?" she wonders. "Why the hell is someone sending me a sex toy?" She blushes again even thinking the phrase. "There must be some mistake." She looks at the box again, and notices once more the lack of a recipient's name or a return address.
"Either one of my friends is playing some kind of a joke on me, or someone else really got the wrong box number. But with no name, I have no idea who is supposed to have it, or who to give it back to. Gosh, this is really embarrassing."
She shoves the toy back into the box, with the batteries, and buries it deep in her bookbag. She can't let anyone see her with it, not here. She could get written up! Or expelled even! The conservative Christian university most certainly would look down on something like that.
Misty opened up her book, but couldn't concentrate on reading. Her thoughts were dominated by the forbidden object hidden in her bookbag. She'd never seen one before, only heard very vague references in some of those womens' magazines. She wondered how it worked...no! Those were bad thoughts.
Finally her friends showed up. "Hey there, Miss!" shouted her good friend Allysa. "How's it going?"
"It's going great, Kitty," Misty replied. "Got a 97% on my test. Hey, did any of you guys send me a gag gift in the mail?" Looking at their confused faces, she realized it wasn't one of them. "Nevermind, it was just a bunch of trash. Probably got put in the wrong box, I just threw it away. C'mon, let's go eat."
She picked up her bookbag, thinking it slightly heavier with the weight of the forbidden fruit inside. She followed her friends in to dinner, but was slightly preoccupied the whole meal. All she could think about was how her roommate was out of town for the week, and she had the room to herself all night.
The meal eventually ended, and Misty headed off to her room alone, pleading lots of homework that had to get done. She went inside, and locked the door. Setting her bookbag on the floor, she pulled out the toy and the batteries. She looked at them for a few minutes, trying to decide if she really wanted to do this or not.
"What the heck, it's mine now anyways. I can't exactly give it back, I have no idea where to start. And it's not like anyone is going to know." She opened the package and felt the item in her hand. It was a lot lighter than she expected. The silver part looked fairly solid, so the batteries must go in the white plastic part. She easily popped it open and put in the two double-As.
Holding the whole thing in her hands, she turned the dial on the side of the white part, and jerked back a little when the silver egg started vibrating in her other hand. She experimented with the dial, and found that the further it was turned, the stronger the vibration. Feeling pleased with her discovery, she turned it off and set it down on her bed.
Misty went over and closed her blinds all the way, so there would be no possibility of anyone seeing in. She then went to the full-length mirror, and took a long look at herself. She thought she was fairly attractive, with her medium length brown hair, and her cute face. But the boys weren't exactly beating down the door, and she wasn't even sure how she would react if one did.
After kicking off her shoes, she pulled her shirt over her head, then reached behind her to unhook her plain black bra. Letting it fall to the floor, she cupped her 36B breasts in her hands. They were fairly good-sized, and firm. She was happy with them. As her fingers accidentally brushed her nipples, she felt a thrill run from them down her body to that place between her legs. She smiled, and unbuttoned her pants.
They slid easily off her long smooth legs, leaving her in just socks and a pair of black panties. Those were the next to go, and after removing her socks she stood stark naked before her mirror. A fine figure of a woman, with slightly trimmed dark brown hair covering her most private place. She liked to keep it trimmed, for swimsuits, but was hesitant to do anything more than that. She'd heard that some women shaved everything off, but only those sex-crazed sluts.
Moving over to her bed, she lay down on her back and set the toy beside her. She'd only done this a few times before, and usually just somewhat hurriedly in the shower. All she knew was there were some places on her body that felt really, really good to touch, and made tingles run down her body. So she closed her eyes, and her hands moved to her breasts. Squeezing them, moving them around on her chest, and occasionally touching her nipples, she simply enjoyed the feelings in her body.
Soon, almost without conscious thought, her right hand slid down her stomach and started rubbing her inner thigh. Her legs opened slightly, and her fingers probed down into her pubic hair. She sat up with a shock, finding that she was wet down there. Had she accidentally wet herself? But this wasn't urine, it was a different consistency. She then remembered reading something about how women got wet when they were turned on. She'd never noticed before, in the shower.
Relaxing again, her hand went back between her legs, and this time she enjoyed how smoothly her fingers moved when lubricated. She slid one of her fingers between her pussy lips, and moved it inside her. It felt really nice, and she wondered what it would be like to have something else, or someone else in there...but then she shook that thought way, not wanting to worry about it. Not right now at least.
Suddenly, Misty got a wild urge to see what her girl-fluid tasted like. She brought her finger up to her mouth, and licked it off. It was odd, unlike anything she'd tasted before. But for whatever reason, she liked it. She stuck her finger back inside her, and wiggled it around a little bit, causing more happy tingles. She then brought it back up and licked it off again. Definitely a good taste.
Putting her hand back down between her legs, Misty's fingers searched out that special spot she'd found. When her finger brushed against it she felt that jolt of pleasure, and she let out an involuntary gasp. As she started to rub it, her legs spread farther apart and her breathing started getting heavier. She'd never had this much time to herself to do this, and she was really enjoying it.
She then remembered her new acquisition, and the reason for this entire experiment. She took the white controller in one hand, and took the silver egg in the other. She moved her hand down, and slid the egg slowly inside her, moving easily on her juices. She lay for a moment enjoying the feeling of something inside her other than her fingers, then she turned it on low.
She immediately felt the vibrations coursing through her, and her body twitched. She lay there and waited, but aside from feeling nice, it didn't seem to be all that amazingly thrilling. She tried turning it up a little higher, and that did feel a bit nicer, but nothing like what she'd been led to expect. She pulled on the cord a little, making it move back and forth inside her. That worked for a bit, but after a minute it seemed to be more effort than was worth it.
"Ah well, I guess it was all overhyped. Or maybe my body just doesn't like these as well, or something." Misty sighed, and slowly pulled the still-vibrating egg out from inside her. Pulling it up, she fumbled with it and it fell onto her special spot. She almost screamed and only stopped by biting her lip at the last second. So *that's* what all the fuss is about!
Smiling broadly now that she'd figured it out, Misty carefully set the vibrating egg back down onto her spot, her "clitoris" if she understood correctly. Wow. They weren't kidding when they said this spot drives women wild. She was almost moaning now, her body writhing on the bed. It was all she could do to hold the egg to her clit, but the last thing she wanted to do was remove it.
Suddenly it felt like her body exploded, and she let out a small squeal before clamping her mouth shut. Intense waves of pleasure racked her body, emanating from her pussy outwards. She had to drop the egg, and it vibrated away on the bed while Misty vibrated above it, slowly coming back from cloud nine. She finally got the presence of mind to turn it off, and then just lay naked on the bed, sweating and remembering how amazing that felt. She must have had an orgasm, something she'd only read about but never actually experienced before.
Well, no matter who was supposed to get this gift from the gods, it was hers now and she was never getting rid of it. Not when it can provide that kind of pleasure to her. And she hadn't even gotten a chance to try any higher vibration speeds with it...the thought filled her with a naughty glee. Looking over at the clock, she realized that everything she had done had only taken about an hour, meaning she still had plenty of time before she needed to go to bed...
The next morning, Misty woke up from the best sleep she had had in a very long time. Slowly, the memories came back of the previous night, of the numerous times she had come with her new toy, over and over again, enjoying this new power to its fullest extent. She was still unclothed, having simply passed out at the end of one of her sessions.
As she stretched, her hand went under the pillow and bumped into her toy. She pulled it out and looked at it, then at the clock, wondering if she had enough time this morning...but no, she just had enough time to take a shower and get ready to go to chapel. She thought about just blowing it off, but then felt an odd kind of guilt about all the fun she had had last night. She should probably go, in case what she had done was wrong (but how could anything that good be wrong?).
Gathering her clothes and shower supplies, she threw on some PJs to go to the shower room. She carefully hid her toy in her underwear drawer, where no one else would be looking. Heading out the door, she ran into Allysa, who was also on her way to the shower.
"You look a little tired there, Miss. Get much sleep?"
"Uh, not really, I was up late...studying." She wondered if Allysa had caught her pause. "Gotta take a nice shower and wake up now."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. Catch you in a few!" Allysa went into her stall and pulled the curtain shut, and Misty did the same in the stall on the other side. Shucking her clothes off, she took a moment to run her hands over her body, remembering how much fun she had with it the night before. Her pussy started to get wet a minute before she turned on the water.
Allowing the soothing liquid to flow over her, Misty washed her hair thoroughly. As she rinsed it, her hands almost unconsciously slid down her body with the shampoo and touched her breasts. Her nipples were sticking up, and she really couldn't tell if it was from the temperature of the water or her own excitement.
