That Black Box on Top of the Wardrobe Changed Everything

Only an hour had passed since she sat down in front of her notes, and already her eyes were starting to close. This is horrible, what a drag. Without even noticing, she abandoned her studying altogether and her mind wandered off to dozens of unimportant things. When she came to, she’d wasted a full half hour staring at the wall.

Carla, focus. Honestly, this is impossible, I can’t do this.

—I’m bored! —she shouted into the air, as if someone might answer her.

Silence was the only thing haunting the flat. Sometimes that was wonderful; other times, it was oppressive. Loneliness made her think of a thousand irrelevant things, and if she couldn’t get it under control, her studies would suffer. She had to switch gears as soon as possible.

She got up from the desk and left the room heading for the kitchen. She knew perfectly well she was alone, and yet she walked almost on tiptoe, in silence, feeling the coolness of the tiles under her bare feet. It was like when, as a child, she crossed her grandparents’ garden lawn. That feeling was still wonderful.

When she entered the kitchen, she went straight to the fridge and took out the bottle of water. She turned her head toward the cabinet where the glasses were, but thought about it for a second and decided to be an impolite girl for once. No one was going to tell her off for drinking straight from the bottle. Her flatmates would never find out; it would be a secret she’d take to the grave. The silly thought made her smile as she drank, the water spilling from the corner of her lips and making her laugh more, until she was hit by a coughing fit that splashed water everywhere.

She coughed and laughed at the same time, staring at the mess she’d made. The floor was soaked, her feet were standing in the puddle, her T-shirt was drenched around the chest, and part of her trousers was wet too. She could feel the cool water over almost her whole body, so she hurried to mop everything up and went back to her room to change her clothes.

When she took off her T-shirt, she discovered that even her bra had gotten wet in quite a few places, so that went into the laundry basket too. She stood looking at her half-naked body in the mirror. It had been quite a long time since she’d felt completely happy with what she saw, but on that particular day she liked herself. Her skin prickled and her nipples hardened slightly.

A shiver brought her back to the present and she stopped staring at herself. She opened the wardrobe, grabbed the first T-shirt her hand reached, and pulled it on quickly. It was a bit smaller than the previous one, probably from several years ago, and when she closed the door and the mirror reflected her image again, she saw that her nipples were still showing through the fabric.

The situation amused her, more than because of the old high school T-shirt, because she hadn’t remembered to put on another bra first. All this studying is making me lose my mind, she thought, holding back the urge to laugh again.

That thought reminded her she had to get back to her notes. She let herself fall onto the bed with no enthusiasm at all; she didn’t feel like studying one bit. And when she raised her eyes toward the top of the wardrobe, she spotted a black box. She didn’t remember leaving it there; it certainly wasn’t the best place to keep it.

All at once, that day came back to her. It was the birthday present her former flatmates had given her. She smiled, remembering how crazy they were and the good times they’d shared together. And that particular gift…

She jumped to her feet and stood on tiptoe to reach the box and bring it back to the bed with her. Her heart started racing, she was getting nervous, her hands were sweating. And although no one was watching her, she felt her cheeks slowly begin to burn.

She remembered that afternoon in the café. She was just about to get up and start saying goodbye when Marta pulled out a pink bag with the gift they’d all chipped in to buy her.

—Girls… you really didn’t have to buy me anything —she said, moved.

—Come on, stop being silly and open it already —Marta replied with a grin from ear to ear.

She had no choice but to quickly take it out of the bag, tear off the wrapping paper, and open the black box she held in her hands. And what was inside left her speechless.

—You lot are unbelievable… —Carla tried to make herself smaller and smaller, to disappear from the situation, but all she managed was to turn red by the second.

—Well, show it already, will you? —someone shouted from the other side of the table.

—And you should try it, just in case it’s faulty… —the girls kept teasing her—. Or maybe it’s too small for you…

Carla was so red she looked like a little kid. She sighed, looked at her friends, and decided to open the box all the way so she could get the awkwardness over with as soon as possible. She took out the gift and set it on the table. The laughter and teasing grew louder, drawing the attention of practically the entire café.

There it was: that dildo of more than considerable size. If it was a faithful replica, the model used for the mold had to be well worth it. And the jokes didn’t stop.

—There’s only one thing I can say: thank you so much, girls —Carla said, laughing—. I’m going to enjoy it in your honor…

It was definitely an afternoon she’d remember forever. Her mind returned to the present and she opened the box to look at that old gift again. A door slam made her shut it as fast as she could and shove it under the bed. She stayed silent for a good while until she realized the noise had come from the apartment opposite. What a scare.

Still with her heart racing, she crouched down to retrieve the box, and this time she didn’t take so long to open it and take the gift in her hand. The feel of it surprised her; it was nothing like other plastic objects she knew. She turned it over, shook it, ran her fingers over it, feeling its ridges, its curves, its length. After all, it was her toy, and with toys you can only do one thing, even if she had never really been into those games. And yet, in that moment, it attracted her. It attracted her far too much.

She felt like a teenager. She was starting to sweat from the excitement taking hold of her, and it even seemed to her that she was trembling. A shiver ran down her back and the toy slipped from her hands. She stared at it on the bed. She studied its color, its size, its shape. She imagined what kind of man could have something like that between his legs. Strong and big, without a doubt.

Her nipples were still hard, but no longer because of the earlier chill. There was a knot in her stomach and her cunt was burning. She let herself fall back onto the bed, closed her eyes, and began to fantasize about the perfect guy.

She held the dildo in her left hand while sliding her right hand inside her trousers and starting a series of caresses over the black panties with the red trim she liked so much. Soon she felt them dampening from the friction, and that made her squeeze her left hand, still gripping the toy, hard against her chest.

The rhythm and pressure of her caresses slowly increased, pushing part of the fabric into her folds. The toy, driven by her own hand, had settled between her breasts, pointing toward her mouth, but she kept her eyes closed, giving all her attention to her sex, clenching her teeth as the burning rub of her underwear excited her more and more, until she inevitably reached a first orgasm that faded away in subtle moans.

Almost without thinking, she let go of the plastic toy, which didn’t even move, trapped between her breasts. She drew her ankles up toward her ass and lifted her hips so her hands, now free, could slide down her trousers and panties and pull them off from below. Her hands retraced the path, gently stroking her skin, still hot, until they reached the hiding place where her clit was waiting to set her on fire again. Her breathing made the dildo rise and fall in time with it.

She rested her hips back on the bed and reached for the toy waiting between her breasts. She grasped it firmly and slowly slid it down her stomach, skirting her navel, zigzagging, bringing it toward her cunt until she left it at the entrance. The mere contact with her lips made her shudder. She rubbed the dildo all over her sex to lubricate it well and thought she wouldn’t be able to hold back a second orgasm for another instant.

She paused for a moment to stretch out the pleasure a little longer, but soon resumed the play. The toy was shiny and slippery. She took it in her hand, positioned it in front of her sex, now ready to receive it, and gently began to push the tip against her opening. Little by little, it slid all the way in.

She pulled it out, pushed it back in, over and over again, slower, faster, feeling pleasure flood her to the deepest part of her being. She stayed like that for quite a while, until another orgasm made her tremble all over and left her exhausted, spent on the sheets. The dildo fell to the floor and she sank into a deep, relaxed sleep.

Studying, after all, had been quite fruitful that day.