'Wow!' Three orgasms in just one hour. Am I lucky or is this the kind of pleasure I've been missing out on all this time? I can't believe I've never used anything like this before and it only cost me under £40. Perhaps I should have invested in a vibrator earlier, but then again I didn't need one this time last year.
I pick up the 'Erotic Rabbit Vibrator' and admire its design; who would have thought something like this would be able to produce such a strong reaction from me. Still panting from the pleasure of the vibrations I sit myself up. I should really be getting on with my day but I just couldn't wait to try out my new toy; as soon as it was delivered I ripped it out of the packaging and darted up the stairs.
I should really thank my best friend Kerry for the advice after telling her about my sex life -- or rather lack of it. She's always been so open about sex and is extremely confident in herself. I on the other hand am more reserved; even the thought of talking about anything intimate makes me blush an unrealistic shade of red.
There's a ringing coming from the phone downstairs; I'll just let it ring off and go to voicemail; I don't have the energy to get up and answer it. After my third, earth-shattering orgasm I don't think I'll even be able to walk without my legs turning to jelly on me.
The phone stops ringing and beeps to start recording a message. 'Hey Hannah it's just me, Kerry!' I should have thought so; nobody ever sounds as bubbly and excited as her. 'Just got all my new toys through from the sex shop and thought yours would have come through as well. Give me a call back later. I wanna know if my expert advice has rocked your world like I said it would.' I can almost hear the arrogant smirk cross her face. Is there anything this girl won't leave on an answer machine? Anyone could have been here in the house, my parents, my other friends, work colleagues. I'm glad I'm the only one here right now. It's just me, just me lying in bed stark naked and exhausted.
It's almost lunch time and I haven't moved for about an hour and a half. I need to wake myself up and have a shower, shake off this post-orgasmic daze I'm in.
The water feels fantastic; like little sparks of freshness pouring over me. I squirt some body wash into my hands and lather it up before washing myself. The bubbly foam is silky, soft and I spend a lot of extra time just savouring the feel of the soft lather as I rub over my breasts, stomach and thighs.
I can still feel the evidence of my orgasm as I massage away my natural wetness; I'm still over sensitive and every touch makes me almost fall to my knees in frenzy. I finish off as quickly as I can in the shower, any more friction on my skin and I'll become a paralysed mess on the floor before long.
I step out of the steamy cubicle and wrap myself in a heated towel from the radiator. I quickly towel dry my hair before looking in the mirror. The girl I normally see isn't in the reflection; instead it's a woman. Her eyes are wide and glistening, her lips are plump and full of colour -- she bites down lightly on her lower lip looking unbelievably sexy. I drop my towel as I try to lean in closer to see this woman in my bathroom mirror a bit easier.
Her skin is glowing, she looks radiant and fresh; she has masses of thick dark hair which falls down covering her breasts. It's wet yet still looks beautifully waved. I look into her face as her eyes meet mine; she looks cheeky and sexy at the same time. I can't help but hold her gaze, it's almost hypnotic.
I get a shock as I hear the front door knock. I turn on my heel and catch a glance of the woman in the mirror as she does the same out of the corner of my eye. I get to the bathroom door and look back seeing her long, slender body just about to leave the room she's in. She's naked and I catch her eye again as she looks deep into mine with a sultry stare.
'Hannah!' The front door is still getting a thorough pounding from whoever lurks behind it outside. I quickly wrap my robe around me before opening the door. 'Aww thank god you answered!' Ahh its only Phil, Kerry's younger brother. Before I even have a chance to say hello he's pushed past me and practically sprinted straight upstairs. My face flushes, I hope my bedroom door is closed or he's going to see my new toy in full view on my bed.
'Sorry Hannah I've been bursting to go for the past half hour'. As ever Phil is always a gentleman and very modest - not.
'I'll just go and put the kettle on shall I?' I have to shout to make sure he can hear me from the bathroom. I can't hear a response but I'll put it on anyway; my mouth is rather dry from all the panting earlier. I can't help but grin at the thought of my morning shenanigans.
I set the two mugs on the kitchen table and sit myself down to have a sip. It tastes good, just the right sweetness, two sugars with milk. 'Mmm' I set the mug down and look up to see Phil standing in the doorway smirking with his arms folded. His eyes are a dazzling blue that stand out remarkably with his dark spiked hair. He's wearing slouch jeans and a black t-shirt; he's looking very casual, then again all students seem to look this way.
'What are you so smug about?' I hear myself say as he looks me up and down with his crooked smile.
'Nothing. You just look quite cute humming while you sip your tea'. There he goes again, always with the cheeky flirtation.
'There's one here for you too. Sit down'. I point to the cup of tea on the table beside me offering him to make himself at home. He moves from the door to the seat beside me all whilst continuing to ogle me with that same cheeky smile. 'Drink' I say, pointing to his mug; he looks like he could do with a drink after sprinting to quick up my stairs and knocking on my door like a policeman in a raid.
'Sorry about barging in, it was rather rude of me'.
'It's fine. If you've got to go you've got to go'. I can't quite hide the sarcasm is my voice. 'How come you're over this way anyway?' He laughs lightly at my response, sensing my sarcastic tone by the look on his face.
