My house was a two-bedroom cottage on the backside of my parents’ property. It was more what you would call a tiny house minus the wheels, but I’d bought it all on my own, and it was mine.
There was a small living area that tied straight into the kitchen. A loft above the kitchen that I put all my school work in so Tallulah wouldn’t be tempted to mark on any paperwork that I had to turn in for clinicals or tear into my books—something I’d learned the hard way.
My bedroom and Tallulah’s bedroom had actually been one large one, but I’d had them split the large space with a wall, and now each of us had a smaller bedroom that would serve our purposes very nicely for now.
My dad loved it the moment he saw it, and mentioned to my mother that he wouldn’t mind going tiny, too. Apparently, living in a big, empty five bedroom, five thousand square foot house wasn’t something he wanted to do anymore. That, or clean it.
My brother, sister, and I had the best years of our lives in that house, and I loved it more than anything.
The fact that they were even considering getting rid of it made me break out in hives.
That house was my dream house.
Two stories, it was pier and beam with a wide ten-foot porch that spanned the entire front of the house.
The back porch was even more impressive, and I hoped that by the time they were ready to sell it, that I had the money to buy it from them.
Turning the light on in my room, I admired the dark gray walls, running my hands down the short wall that led to my dresser.
After slipping on a pair of jeans—because this girl didn’t wear shorts out of the house anymore—I grabbed a clean t-shirt that I hadn’t leaked breast milk on and pulled it over my head.
This one was new.
I hadn’t worn it yet, because wearing the bigger clothes admitted defeat.
I sighed and looked down at my body.
I was curvy, sure, but I wasn’t healthy like I’d been in high school.
Gone was the toned belly with the hint of abs. In its place was a rounded belly with stretch marks.
My breasts jiggled more, and I wasn’t sure if it was a bad idea to go out in this shirt or not.
It was definitely revealing, especially now that the girls were more expressive.
“Don’t forget your vibrator!”
I shook my head, looking at the drawer of my night table.
I did have one. Didn’t every woman in the United States with a healthy sex drive that was unattached have one?
What one did not do, though, was take it out of the privacy of your room. Or at least I shouldn’t.
Sighing deeply, I walked forward and grabbed the vibrator, being sure to take off the duel head and rabbit eared silicone attachment that came with it.
If they wanted me to bring it, I’d bring the vibrating part only.
And it turns out, that was all I really needed, anyway.
***
“I can’t believe y’all are making me do this,” I grumbled to my friends.
Elba threw her arm around my shoulder.
“You know you’re having fun,” she teased.
I was.
There was some sort of thing going on at the fairgrounds. I wasn’t quite sure what exactly it was.
The day part had been some sort of adult entertainment expo, and the night part was fun activities for adults that involved a lot of heavy drinking.
Since I was the only one under twenty-one, I was the lone girl in our gaggle who didn’t have a drink in her hand and hadn’t had one all night long.
“I am,” I admitted. “And I’ve also gone over these notecards ten million times.”
She snorted. “You know this. You need to take a deep breath.”
I did know it…now.
Who knew whether it would be there tomorrow or not.
Hadley came up and stopped in front of me, a scowl on her face.
“You haven’t entered yet,” she declared loudly, causing some people surrounding us to eye her warily.
Hadley was one of those people who you either loved or hated.
She was loud, opinionated and didn’t take shit from anyone…me included.
“If I enter, can we leave?” I asked hopefully.
She narrowed her eyes.
“Yes.”
My brows rose.
“You’re serious?” I asked, hopefulness tinting my voice.
She nodded. “Yes…if you enter.”
I looked at the group that was gathering around the large corrugated tin table, and straightened my spine in resignation.
“Fine,” I said, taking my vibrator out of my pocket. “Let’s do this.”
Elba and Hadley whooped in excitement, drawing more stares.
This time, though, one particular set of staring eyes belonging to a certain biker with gorgeous blue eyes and black hair, caught my attention.
I could only see one eye and his black hair due to the crowd of people, but that was enough to make my heart start hammering.
He looked familiar, but since it was getting darker, and there were so many people here, I couldn’t quite make him out enough to be sure.
Shivering, I turned away from the stares and moved to the crowd.
“You entering?” a big man—and by big, I mean huge—asked.
I nodded at him.
“Step up to the white line. The next round will start in about a minute and a half.” He showed me. “Winner gets this.”
I eyed the huge hulking thing.
“Uhhh,” I said. “Okay?”
I wasn’t sure what one would do with a double-sided, donkey-dick sized dildo, but I was fairly certain that I didn’t want it.
The minute and a half whizzed by, and I looked over to my right to see the other girls standing just behind the cordoned off area.
I grimaced and Hadley waved.
She pointed frantically, and I jumped when the loud buzzing started to fill the night air around me.
It sounded weird with the vibrators up against the metal, making it sound much louder than it should.
Turning the vibrator in my hand on high, I placed it on the starting line and looked nervously around.
This was incredibly embarrassing, but it was also quite funny.
The girls next to me looked to be a little older than me, though the drinks in their hands and their green wristbands indicating they were over twenty-one were enough to tell me that.
“Ready…set…GO!”
I let go of my burden, watching in silence as it made its way down the table, vibrating its little heart out.
Some other girl’s monster dildo took first, pulling away like it was meant to do this for a living, and I started to snicker.
“Interesting.”
My body froze at hearing that voice, and I turned to find Dr. Tommy, dressed in black jeans, a black t-shirt, black motorcycle boots and a leather vest denoting him as a patched in member of The Dixie Wardens MC at my back. With four other men who were all wearing the same vest.
“This is what y’all do instead of studying for your exam tomorrow?” Dr. Tommy continued, looking from me to the girls at my side.
I bit my lip, face flushing a bright red, and turned to snatch my vibrator off the tin that we were using to have the race on.
I shoved it into my pants pocket—vibrator still on—and stared at him like he wouldn’t notice.
He did notice.
He also noticed that the vibrator was still on.
“You’ll run your batteries down,” he pointed out.
Hadley snatched my vibrator out of my pocket, and immediately shoved it back into position with no one the wiser.