Shelley hung up on Blake. She had told him what she wanted him to know. The direction that the conversation had taken afterward had made her quite uncomfortable. She had yet to sort out her feelings about the events, let alone answer to someone else about them. Whatever Mr. Coffee's intentions were, he had certainly had an immediate effect on her.
She looked down at her plate. Her appetite for food had left. She knew that she needed to eat something, only she did not want to. She laid her phone on the table and picked up her plate. Shelley got up and walked her plate back to the kitchen.
At first, she sat the snacks on the counter, then moved them to the kitchen table, and finally decided the best place was the fridge. Once she put her veggies and cheese in the refrigerator, she closed the door and leaned up against up it. The cold metal touched her naked skin and caused goose bumps. She wished her appetite would return soon.
Shelley pouted and pushed herself to go back to a moment that she needed to sort out. She coaxed herself to lie down for a while and just think. Mr. Coffee had rattled her very consciousness, it seemed. She knew she would not be able to move forward until she figured out how and why. No one had successfully gotten through the maze that had protected her, before now. How he got, there was a mystery that she felt she had to solve. If only she could get past the thought of him making love to her, which was constant.
"I need a cigarette," Shelley said.
She quickly walked to her bedroom and plopped down on the bed. The sun had begun to set, and the room was quickly darkening. She reached over to her nightstand and switched on her lamp. She winced at the burst of light.
She continued to frown while she opened her nightstand drawer. She tried several times to quit smoking but never did. She had managed to cut down, but she enjoyed her habit too much to give it up altogether. Her cigarettes were in her drawer, along with other things that she liked to keep hidden. Shelley rummaged through the drawer searching for her pack.
"I need to clean this out or, at least, get it organized," Shelley mumbled.
At last, she found them, took one, and then rolled her eyes. She kept her lighter in her purse, which meant she had to get up to light it. She got up and made her way back to the living room, retrieved her lighter from her purse and lit the cigarette. She took a long slow drag on it and held it before blowing a wispy cloud from her lips.
Shelley saw a candle on the table. Deciding it was an excellent source of light for thinking, she picked it up too, lit it, and went back to her room. Again, she sat on the bed. She looked around the room absent- mindedly. Her eyes stopped on the drawer that she had left open.
She gently sat the candle down and switched off the lamp. She placed her hand on the drawer and nonchalantly caressed one of the toys that lay inside. A gel vibrator with rainbow colored glitter inside seemed to beg her to play. Shelley smiled.
She remembered when she had purchased it. She laughed all the way home because she never thought it would be possible to fit it in anywhere. She was a small but well-built woman. She was so tight, and she was unable to give birth the way mother nature intended. The vast majority of the time, a finger was more than sufficient to achieve an orgasm for her.
Shelly had avoided having an abundance of lovers for that reason as well. Dicks were like unopened buds and a woman never really knew how much one could grow. She tried to take her hand away but found herself making slow circles with her thumb around the device. She sighed.
"Get yourself together; this is not what you are supposed to be thinking. He walked as if he had the skills to stroke you senseless with that confident swagger, though. Damn, those broad shoulders, chocolate skin, and dark piercing eyes with little flecks of gold in them. Shame on you Shelley, you are violating this person. Wait a minute, he started it with that blasted coffee cup. Besides, it is just a bunch of random thoughts. There is no harm in thinking is there? It is not your fault that he that or maybe he sensed it. Either way, there are better options than sitting here waiting to get run over by a train of raw sexuality. Honestly, Shelley, you have always been the type that could enjoy an exciting train ride. Stop feeling guilty, get off the tracks, and enjoy this one." Shelley thought.
She dubbed her cigarette out in an ashtray on the stand. She let that same hand roam down over her thigh to the center of her pleasure. She was not surprised to find herself soaking wet with her engorged clitoris protruding from between her hairless lips. Shelley crawled on the bed with her ass high in the air and toy in hand. She laid her face on the pillow and hesitated while she watched the last of the smoke drift in the air.
Shelley reached under her and held the toy firmly in her hand. In this position, Shelley was on top of his lap. She closed her eyes and wiggled her buoyant hips until the tip touched her lips. She relaxed and allowed him to press past her glistening entrance. Her other hand clutched the sheets fiercely.
"I'm not about to get hit by a train or have one ran on me. I will, however, ride one until he is looking for this pussycat in broad daylight with a flashlight. Little does he know, and I already have my ticket. I can't wait to see the look in his eyes when I March right back up to where he is, by myself. Right now, I am going to explore and enjoy the endless possibilities." Shelley whispered.
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