Michelle Stone woke in her college dorm with the excitement of knowing it was her last day of classes before a long needed break. Her long chestnut hair was fanned out on her pillow as her petite, slightly elfin features broke into a relieved smile. She's made it to the end of the year.
She took school seriously, wanting to succeed and be as independent as her mom was, who after splitting from her dad not only survived but thrived. When Michelle wasn't in class or studying, she was at work earning money to help pay her tuition. As such she had almost zero social life, much less a romantic one.
But she realized she needed to recharge or she'd burn out and be no good to anyone, least of all herself. She was looking forward to going home to visit her mom and sister, to not have to think about obligations and responsibilities and have someone else take care of her for a couple of weeks.
Maybe she'd get over her nervousness about dating apps and try Tinder or something for a quick fling, it had been way too long.
She was less looking forward to meeting the new man in her mom's life, Jonathan. Maggie sounded happy, which was great, and even her sister had nothing but glowing reviews, but she was cautious and didn't want to see her mom as hurt as she was when her dad left. She figured she'd be guarded and let this Jonathan earn her goodwill.
Her thoughts were disturbed by the tone of an incoming call on her phone. She looked at the display, a bit surprised to see Cynthia was phoning, and clicked "Accept".
"Hey sis, everything ok?" She asked.
"Yeah, everything's great!" Cynthia replied. "Just looking forward to seeing you tonight!"
"And you no longer communicate in three word texts? When did you become a phone call person?" Michelle joked.
"Must be all the time I'm spending with the older generations around here" Cynthia laughed.
"Ughhh don't remind me, I'm kinda dreading meeting the new guy." Michelle said as she winced.
"Oh you'll love him, I swear. And I think you'll be blown away by how happy mom is. We're a great match."
"We're?" Michelle asked. "Don't tell me this is a sister wives situation, I was worried there would be some catch but not one that big!"
Cynthia laughed, almost more than the outdated reference merited in Michelle's opinion, like there was an inside joke she was missing. "Oh cmon, I meant
they're
a good match. I'm just out of the shower and haven't had my coffee yet. Anyway I think you'll like him a lot too. And it doesn't hurt that he's pretty nice to look at!" She responded.
"Oh my god Cynthia, you need to move out of mom's and get a place where you can hang out with men your own age. I mean, he's like old enough to be your dad!" Michelle shot back.
Another laugh from Cynthia,
what was so funny about that?
"Well, just reserve judgment, keep an open mind. Anyway, I was just thinking about you this morning..."
Michelle cut her off "Oh do you do that often in the shower?" in a sarcastic tone, figuring her sister would shoot back some good natured insult.
To her surprise Cynthia giggled and said, "Lately, I guess so. Anyway, I'm just looking forward to seeing you, it's been way too long. And I had a memory of when we shared a room way back when, the "kissing lessons" you gave me, do you remember that?"
To Michelle's surprise the mention of the long ago forgotten experimentation brought back a surge of memories, and even more surprising a slight warm tingle in her lower abdomen, sending a faint trickle of heat downward from her navel. She shifted in her bed a bit.
"Uh, I guess so. God, that was so long ago, we were a couple of dumb kids, doing what kids do. I hope you're not feeling weird about it or anything?" She asked, again a bit surprised as she noticed her pulse had quickened.
"Not at all! I love that we shared that, and if I recall correctly you were a very good kisser back then. I hope you're not too rusty from busting your ass keeping up that GPA!"
Michelle smirked "Well, I guess it's like riding a bike, at least I hope so. It's been years since I have had the chance."
"I'm sure you're great, who knows, maybe you'll get a chance to brush up on those skills over Christmas break." Cynthia shot back.
"Funny, I was just thinking maybe I'd give a hookup app a try, but I don't know. I might be too anxious about serial killers or kidnappers to take that kind of risk."
"Well, if nothing else, we're sharing a room again. so maybe I can do the teaching this time." Cynthia said with a laugh, though there was a hint of something else in her voice. Michelle couldn't quite place it, but the news they'd be sharing a room made her immediately forget it.
"Wait, wasn't I just going to sleep on the couch, I don't want to intrude on..." Michelle started.
Cynthia cut her off "Do not worry about it. I've got a queen bed that is way more comfortable than the couch and I'm a still sleeper. Anyway we'll wear you out enough that I'm sure you'll sleep like the dead."
"Wear me out?" Michelle thought to herself.
"Anyway, I gotta run or I'll be late to work, have a good trip. can't wait to see you soon. And sis, I love you." Cynthia said.
"ok, thanks, me too." Michelle responded, sounding a bit puzzled.
As the screen went dark she tried to think when the last time her sister had told her she loved her. She also tried putting a finger on what felt odd about the conversation, Cynthia was...different. Not bad, but different. Maybe she had some news to share, a new boyfriend perhaps?
She snapped out of it, reminding herself she had classes to get to. But suddenly out of nowhere she had a strong urge to get off. She had enough time, but sadly her one and only sex toy had recently given up its ghost, probably as a sad testament to how long she'd been living like a hermit. Still, for a creative girl there were always options.
She headed to the small fridge she shared with her roommate Shawna, who was already gone for the morning. When she opened the door the first thing that caught her eye was the long neck beer bottles Shawna always kept in stock. Michelle didn't care for beer, however she wasn't looking to quench her thirst, but her hunger at this point.
She grabbed a bottle, twisted off the cap (edges!) and dumped the liquid inside down the drain of the kitchenette sink. She pulled her somewhat damp pyjama bottoms off and unbuttoned the silk top enough to allow her perky B cup breasts to slide out.
She had not inherited her mom's larger tits, but she liked them just as they were, the small pink nipple tight as little rosebuds as she began kneading them with one hand while the other explored the space between her thighs.
She loved the feeling of her pussy getting wet, the slippery soft sensation, like warm honey and butter, the satisfying feel of filling her hungry hole with her fingers. Once she was well lubed, which happened surprisingly quickly, she grabbed the still cool bottle and slid it inside herself. Gasping at the cold but also the hard thickness of the bottle.
