Chapter One #2
“Thank you for that information. I’ll store it away in the Maddie vault I have in my head filled with useless shit I know about you,” she replies sarcastically with a smart-ass grin before focusing back on her game.
There’s another pause while I stare at my phone like a moron before AJ finally asks, “So, you going to spank the monkey?”
“Please!” I laugh. “Stop with the euphemisms.”
“Fine. I’m just saying, maybe a bit of diddling will eat up some of your free time and give you those happy hormones or whatever.
Lord knows, you need them. You could probably do with a good dicking, honestly, but with your hair looking like that?
You should definitely take care of things yourself for today,” she’s quick to mention, eyeing my hair like a bird is going to come swooping from my blue locks.
Flattening my unruly blue waves down rapidly, I glare at her once more. Just as I open my mouth, my cell starts ringing again, Toby’s name flashing at the top of the screen. Groaning, I drop my head back and mutter some curse words that would be better suited for a sailor.
Pressing the decline button for the fifth time this morning, I look back down at the cringing faces of my girls and make the decision. “You know what? Fine. Some me time sounds like just what I need.”
“That’s our girl!” Henley yells, laughing with a round of applause that sets off AJ and Zelda, both of them clapping enthusiastically. I’m surprised Zee let go of her controller long enough. My friends are assholes.
“Whatever,” I laugh, rolling my eyes at them all before crossing my arms.
“You need anything for your self-love-making session? Vibrator? Lube? Anal beads? I can order stuff for you and get it delivered within the hour,” Zelda offers. If I couldn’t see the stupid smirk on her face, I’d have thought she was being serious with how deadpan she asks.
Shaking my head, I flip them all my middle finger and admit, “I’m covered, thanks.”
“All right, well, have fun masturbating, babe! I have to go. Mum is here. Someone call me in an hour to make sure I haven’t murdered the bitch. Get your alibis ready and airtight. Love you!” Henley yells through the phone before the line goes dead, leaving only Ashton, Zelda, and me on the phone.
“Well, that’s my cue to leave, too. I have to finish this design before the end of the night. Talk to you later,” AJ grumbles, rubbing her eyes.
Blowing her and Zelda a kiss through the phone, we all yell our goodbyes before the line goes dead and I’m left in my apartment alone once more.
Taking a look around my beautiful pad, thinking of anything else I could possibly do with my time and coming up short, I decide that me time really is the best idea the girls could have given me.
Leaving my phone on the counter after turning it on silent, I make my way down the hallway.
I pass the ridiculously sized master bedroom and smaller guest room as I go, looking over at the third bedroom at the end of the hall that serves as a well-loved and well-used office with a happy sigh.
This apartment is everything I could have wanted for my own space after selling my house.
While most of the place is white-walled and decorated with splashes of greens and browns, a boho theme that I’m totally digging right now, the only room with a different color is my office.
That sucker has a delicate rose-pink and gold theme that I just adore.
Entering my bathroom, I open the cabinet that also doubles as a long mirror above the sink.
My eyes scan its contents, my gaze landing on the small bottle of unopened lube with a quirk of my lips.
One word on the bottle catches my attention, a single word that promises a good time and has my mouth pulling up into a grin.
Tingling.
Sign me the fuck up.
Snatching the bottle from the cabinet, I don’t make it a priority to read the small print, the promise of tingling orgasms leading my suddenly horny ass back to the living room.
Why the living room? Because it’s lube and I have a chocolate-brown leather couch that’s much easier to wash than the fresh, crisp bedding I neatly wrapped onto my bed this morning. I’m nothing if not efficient.
Shuffling out of my panties as I make my way through my spacious living room, I snag the remote off the coffee table and switch a random program on, turning the volume down low enough not to distract me from my mission but loud enough to make sure my neighbors don’t receive an earful.
After all, my new downstairs neighbors and tenants only just moved in at four this morning.
Something I heard when Tobe the Chode called me a-fucking-gain and woke me.
With a sigh, I settle onto the couch and tear the wrapper from the bottle of lube, upending it to squirt a generous amount of liquid onto my hand. Discarding the bottle onto the coffee table, I settle in and spread my legs, eager to get an orgasm and those happy hormones.
It all starts off pretty good, if I do say so myself.
My fingers connect with my clit first, the dollop of lube coating my small bundle of nerves instantly.
The tingling sensation starts kind of slowly, like a breath of cold air caressing my skin.
It only serves to build my excitement, my hands growing more and more eager for my body to reach its climax.
The cool breeze-like tingling on my clit builds until I find myself moaning with pleasure, silently thanking the lube industry for creating something so amazing.
In a moment of pure abandon, I slide my slick fingers farther into my heat. Two digits slip inside my tight channel, and I pump my fingers a couple of times, gasping like a porn star. It takes only two minutes from there for my gasps of pleasure to turn into a squeak of surprise.
Which leads me to number five on my list of regrets.
Five, listening to my single best friends when they tell me I should rub one out while I have time to myself.
Actually, no, I’m changing that. Listening to my friends ever.
Why? Because what happens next is so worthy of being on the list that it would be laughable if the pleasurable tingle on my small lady bud didn’t suddenly turn into a chilly burn in the depths of my twat.