Chapter 6 Dove
DOVE
Iwake up alone in my bed.
In my bed?
How did I get home?
I’m confused. My head hurts and the room is spinning. I vaguely remember something about a pumpkin, but that sort of stuff didn’t happen. Maybe I had dreamt it.
How had I got so wasted that I didn’t even remember coming home but I must have done, otherwise why would I be here right now?
“Oh, you’re up at last.” Christina barges into my room, interrupting my erratic thoughts. “I can’t believe you left me last night.” She sighs. “I was hoping you had got laid, but nope, here you are.”
“What do you mean, left you?”
“Don’t you remember?” I shake my head. “You left pretty early. I stayed until the end and you really missed out.”
“On what?” I ask curiously.
“Our host, he saw us all out and my god, dove, that man is delicious, definitely doesn’t look like he belongs here.”
“Oh Christina,” I roll my eyes. “I thought you were going to say something interesting for once.”
“That is interesting, honestly girl, where’s your head at.” She shakes her head at me.
“Clearly not where yours is at.” I giggle.
“Get up and we will get refreshed before tonight.”
“Yeah, I don’t know if I want to go.”
“What.” She screams.
“Well, I showed my face. I don’t think I need twelve nights—.”
“Oh, come on, Dove, don’t bail on me.” She wails. “Plus, tonight is game night.”
“What does that even mean?”
“I’m not sure, babe, but we get to wear masks.”
“Oh great, we get to hide our faces so the entire town can’t see what a mess we are.”
“Since when did you care about what they thought.”
“I don’t.”
“Well—.” She looks at me with her best puppy dog eyes and holds her hands together in a begging motion.
“Fine.” I roll my eyes.
“Great, get dressed. I have a surprise for you.”
She hops off of my bed and skips out of the room. I groan. I detested surprises because usually it was something I definitely didn’t want to do.
I peel the covers from my body and find I’m still in last night’s dress, which makes perfect sense because I couldn’t remember getting home, so why would I have the energy to get changed.
The cold from the room whips at my bare pussy.
Wait…
Where the fuck was my underwear?
I search around my room maniacally for my missing underwear, but I find nothing. At this point I was acting like a crazy person and if I didn’t get ready Christina would storm into my room and demand why I hadn’t got ready.
What was I supposed to tell her: oh I lost my underwear on my way home. I shake my head because now I’m stepping into dangerous neurotic territory.
I’m pretty sure there is a reasonable explanation for why I don’t have it, but there isn’t a reasonable explanation for why I feel wet and tingly.
I’m not really often turned on, I think that hormone must have missed me because I can go months and months without an orgasm and not bat an eyelid, I suppose it just has never been important to me but the more I feel exposed, the more my pussy tingles, I try rub my legs together but that just makes it worse.
I quickly take the dress from aching body and strip down to nothing. Every fibre in my body feels like it’s connected to electric currents. I can’t explain it. I’m just sensitive everywhere.
Crawling back onto the bed, I sigh. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to just have a release. It must be the alcohol because these feelings that rush through my body are completely new and, dare I think it—exciting.
My eyes scan the room and I notice something I hadn’t noticed before on the shelf that is attached to my wall, a big brown bear with big glassy black eyes.
Where did that come from?
It was like it was watching me, just laid here naked and that thought made me blush, once more my pussy tingles begging to be touched, I tried to focus as I let my fingers thrum down my body but my eyes kept going to that damn bear just staring at me—making me wetter each time I looked at it.
The crawling emotions of pleasure hit my body, I’m so desperate for a release and as my fingers slide across my aching core it feels so good to dip them through my soaking pussy lips, I can hear the squelch with every stroke, I tingle but it’s just not enough—sliding my fingers inside my dripping hole a moan falls from my lips and I delve deep within my pussy with desperation, desperate for a quick release but it doesn’t come.
I throw my hands up in the air, frustrated that I can’t chase the release that I so desperately need.
Walking to my closet I go in search of my clothes but the intense tingly feeling hits my body in waves causing my legs to clamp shut and rub together, I can feel the burning of heat rush to my face, I couldn’t go tonight—not like this.
I glance around the room looking for anything I can use to get rid of this intense feeling that currently wrapped my body in desire but I see nothing I can use, I never bought any sex aids because I never had these urges and didn’t need them and now I’m kicking myself for never having a ‘just in case of emergencies vibrator.’
My eyes glance towards the bear and I question my own sanity. That couldn’t possibly feel good, surely—another wave of pleasure attacks my body. I can feel my pussy pulsing as I drip down my thighs.
Roughly grabbing the bear, I slide back onto the bed, laying it in front of me. I curiously look at it as I sit on my knees with my hands hiding my face. I couldn’t believe I was even contemplating this.
Moving my hands, I look down at the bear once more.
“you don’t mind if I use you, do you?” I shake my head as I look at those glassy eyes.
“This is stupid. You can’t hear me.” I shake my head once more, embarrassed about what I’m about to do.
Shit, I don’t even know if it will work.
My fingers didn’t bring me release, so why did I think this damn bear could do it.
Moving the bear into the middle of the bed, I straddle it, not daring to look into its glassy eyes because, even though this was just a teddy bear, this felt wrong on so many levels.
Lowering my body until I feel the fur tickling my pussy, shocks of electricity shoot up my spine, digging my pussy further into the bears fur I start grinding my hips feeling the material of the bear move against my soaking wet pussy, it feels oddly satisfying.
Moving faster I grind across the bear like I’m riding a dick that is deep inside of me, the tremors crawl through my body at speed and the first moans crawl out of my mouth, I can feel myself dripping as I move faster and faster, god, it feels so fucking good.
My hands crawl to my heaving breasts as I cup them, throwing my head back I grind my core into the bear, moving faster and faster, hearing my breathing become more erratic, teasing my nipples, I stifle a scream but the faster I go the more I can feel my orgasm building.
Sweat falls down my neck, as the crawling pleasure slides through my body.
“Oh God, oh god,” I cry out as I move my hips faster feeling the fur beneath me wrap around my soaking pussy, electricity shoots through me as my back arches and I finally feel myself let go, sliding faster and faster all over this innocent little bear, I feel the climax of my orgasm push out of my body and coat my thighs.
My breathing is erratic as I wait for my legs to stop trembling. A smile appears on my face. “Well, you did the trick.” I gasp. Moving off the bear, I can see my pussy juice matted the bear’s fur and gently picking it up I look into those glassy eyes, “you might just be my new friend.” I smirk.
I’m dressed by the time she bounds into my room, which I’m thankful for. If she had come in a little earlier, she might have been shocked at what I was doing.
The bear is back where I found it and as I look over at it, I’m thankful it could help give me the release I desperately needed.
“Great, you’re dressed.”
“I’m not sure what the rush is. We have hours until you plan to drag me to yet another dull night at creepy house.”
“Creepy house, good one.” She snorts. “We are having a spa day.” Oh God, I couldn’t think of anything worse.
“Why.” I whine.
“Massages, of course, darling, get some of those knots out.”
“What knots?”
“Well, you seem uptight lately and a massage is good to relax.”
“Excuse me, but I’m not uptight.” She cocks a brow. “I just hate that house.”
“Don’t be silly, Dove! You shouldn’t listen to town gossip.”
“Come on, you can’t tell me it’s not creepy.”
“Sure, in an oddly charming way.”
“Why do you have to punish me?”
“I’m not punishing you. I want you to have fun. Now come on, I booked full body massages.” She winks.
Arriving at the spa lodge it looks oddly pleasant and not a pumpkin in sight which I was grateful for.
As we enter, the scent of lavender fills the room. This place was pristine and clean, with friendly faces and beaming smiles.
Christina checked us in and as I change to get under the towel, I’m cursing myself, in my rush to get changed I’d forgotten to put my underwear on, shit, I lay down on the bed and cover my body with the towel from my waist down.
I’d never had a massage, so I wasn’t even sure what happened in here, but surely they didn’t go that far up your body, so whoever my masseuse was wouldn’t know I was naked underneath this flimsy, fluffy towel.
Or at least I hoped they wouldn’t.
I hear a crash come from the other room. “hello,” I call out immediately, getting a sense of déjà vu.
“I will be with you in a moment.” The deep voice answers.
Laying my head in the hole, I finally start to relax, allowing my eyes to flutter and close.
Maybe Christina was right. Maybe this was just what I needed to relax.