Life as a good little girl/Cold cucumbers and a warm vagina don't mix. You decide to warm up the cucumbers
From Create Your Own Story
"Cold!" you hiss. You can't imagine anyone wanting to stick something that cold inside... themselves. You try warming one with your hands, and feel naughty as you rub your hands up and down the long thick length. In spite of your ministrations it remains cold.
"Well that sucks. I'll just have to..." a light bulb goes off in your mind. What if you put them in the toaster oven? "Brilliant!"
Tip-toeing back down the hall is only marginally less stressful than it was the other six or so times you did it, and you manage to make it to the kitchen without encountering anyone. Fumbling a bit you find the toaster oven and open it up. The digital display turns on, the blue light illuminating the room a little and making you jump. Shaking your head at your nervousness you stick the three cucumbers into the toaster oven and close the door before setting it to the lowest reheat setting and the timer to ten minutes.
Stepping away you can't help but look around, wondering what to do in the meantime. Deciding to be daring you sneak into the family room and look through the big front window. Outside you see streetlights and darkened houses with no signs of activity. Getting bolder you step up close to the window, leaning forward until you're nearly touching it. When you still see nothing you move forward again. Your nipples feel even harder than the glass they're pressing against and you rub a little back and forth, a little moan escaping you at how good it feels.
With wide eyes you look over at the bedroom corridor, but no one seems to have heard so you swivel your head back to the window. Halfway there your eyes snag on the door. What if...
Biting your lip you step away from the window and toward the door, your hand reaching out to undo the lock. Looking toward the bedroom hall you carefully open the door and slip outside, closing the door behind you.
"Naked. Outside," you say, scarcely able to believe what you're doing. It's terrifying, and yet... there's no one around, no traffic, no one to see you if you were to step out in front of the house... like this...
With the garage door at your back you wonder how far you can go. Would you have the courage to go to the end of the drive? Tiffany would be so impressed if you did that. Thinking about her makes your whole body seem to throb and your feet carry you forward.
"Nooo..." you moan, shivering as you get closer and closer to the end of the drive. Fortunately your driveway doesn't have a streetlight by it, but if you went two houses over... You pause, frozen with indecision. Why are you doing this? Why does this feel so exciting instead of terrifying? Is it true? Are you really a slut who wants people so see her naked?
"Tiffany," you whisper, picturing her admiring gaze, her long legs... your own legs carry you over to the streetlight and you hug it for a long moment, afraid that your wobbling knees will give way and turn you into a trembling naked heap collapsed on the sidewalk.
The light shines brightly down upon you, making you fully visible to anyone who looks out their window. Would they? Was anyone awake?
"I should go back," you tell yourself, then eye the dark park only a couple more houses away. The lights there were always broken. You could sneak in with no one seeing you. And then you'd only be a few streets away from Tiffany. You could hop fences to get to her. Plus the ravine and that other park, but you could do it in twenty minutes. She'd be so impressed. Maybe she'd hug you and press her perky round teenage boobs against your itty bitty ones. Maybe she'd kiss you, her tongue rubbing against yours while your ran your hands up and down her body. Maybe she'd sink her long painted nails up your incredibly wet gash, or...
Life as a good little girl/Feverish with lust you set off to impress Tiffany
Life as a good little girl/Snapping out of it you head back to retrieve the cucumbers
Life as a good little girl/Bright headlights catch you masturbating at the edge of the road
