Her hand, trembling with curiosity, rolls around her breast. A sigh slips out of her lips as her body flushes, though whether that's from actual pleasure or the pensive anticipation, she can't tell. They feel huge to her dainty hands, and they're so soft. She's almost surprised that they can maintain their perkiness given how squishy they are. Her fingers dance closer to the dark areola. Her touch is rough at first, so she licks her fingers before continuing. A rub, a pinch, and a moan. She presses her hands firmly into her breasts. It's a strange sensation, not quite overt sexual pleasure, but rather a deep tingly promise of what's to come.
Lost in her own desire, she strips out of her jeans, and slowly slides her panties down. She spies herself out of the corner of her eyes, and pants lustily. Slowly her hand slips down below as she finally decides to explore the folds and down below
She spends much of the evening exploring every crease and curve of her body. It wasn't so much a lecherous obsession, as it was being carried away by the trance of an intoxicating and novel experience. Her mind buzzes with endorphins when her face finally falls to her overstuffed pillow, and she succumbs to the wonderful embrace of a contented sleep.
She awoke to a swimming world. Her mind was hazy, her eyes blurry, and more than anything else she was confused. "Wh-what?" She muttered through the slobbery pillow. Despite herself she cooed with delight, and ran her hands down her body once again. She rolled over and took in a sharp gasp as she saw her room. Immediately she sat up, heart pounding and lets out a startled cry. She rubs her eyes, looks around, then spies herself in the mirror as it all comes racing back to her "Oh " She runs her fingers through her tangled hair and sighs, letting her mind catch up with the interruption of waking too soon. "I should probably uhh... change back now." Even as she speaks, her hand goes to her head, and her world continues to swim. Nausea strikes her and she stammers to her feet. Just as quickly she stumbles back into her bed and closes her eyes trying to stave off the sensation. It doesn't entirely leave, but does subside, and she sighs
"God... I must have overdone it last night." She leans back up as a another, though weaker, wave of sickness washes over her. As it passes, she searches the floor for the shirt and sweats she wore the previous night. "School " She stammers as she spies the clock. She doesn't have too much time. Her eyes turn to her desk and she freezes. There's no computer
She stumbles desperately over to the desk and begins to rifle through the books and pages found there. "A laptop maybe?" She whispers as her heartrate quickens. Worryingly, she finds no sign of that either. Her eyes turn to her bookbag, and she checks there. No computer, but a smart phone! Maybe that counts? She begins to sort through the apps, though it doesn't seem to have much aside from a few clicky games and a dozen social media apps. This isn't go...
Pound Pound Pound "Allison, You can't afford to be late again, get your butt in gear! I'm not asking again." A tired sounding voice is heard from the other side of the door.
"R-Right! Sorry mom! I'll be right there!"
The stone! She must find the stone. It wasn't on the desk, so she checks under her bed only to find an absolute catastrophe. Dirty laundry, broken toys, literal trash. She pulls it all out desperately searching for a box. No luck. Under the mattress. No luck there either. Maybe the closet? That's just as bad as under the bed. Jon is really starting to panic when another knock is heard.
"Allie, hey. For real, we need to go. " Zoe speaks firmly. "I don't want you to get detention or anything. Let's go."
