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…are you kidding me…? It’s going on 2 in the morning, why can’t you just…go to sleep? Maybe mom was right, maybe I need to start using those gummies or shit, what are they…the melatonin ones or something like that? Either way, this can’t go on…oh well, at least on the bright side I don’t have work tomorrow…
These were the kind of thoughts swirling through your skull in the dead of night one Thursday evening (or rather early morning seeing as it was well past 1:00 AM) while lying in bed wide awake and wondering just who you pissed off to warrant yet another bout of insomnia in less than 2 weeks.
To be fair on your part, it wasn’t like this problem had cropped up overnight, and this most certainly wasn’t your first time being awake at such an hour unwarranted despite your body screaming in fatigue and exhaustion. However, even after having to deal with this regularly since you were in middle school, despite the fact that you had tried just about everything under the sun to fix it or at least keep it at bay, up to and including going to a sleep clinic, listening to white noise, taking sleeping pills, etc., just about all you tried did little to nothing to cure your insomnia for better or worse.
Such was your luck, naturally.
Because of this, as well as your just general desire to no longer be sitting in your room in the dark anymore, it was with a heavy heart you soon found yourself reaching for your TV remote on your bedside table and turning on the set facing your bedstand just a few feet away. Wincing slightly as your eyes adjusted to the temporarily blinding light, you sat up in bed slowly before, after making yourself comfortable by propping up a pillow behind you, turning the volume up to around 4. Seemingly satisfied with your new position in the blankets as well as the sound coming from the TV, you couldn’t help but yawn in a mixture of irritation and exhaustion as you began to channel surf.
Your goal, of course, being that you were looking for something like an old sitcom or some dumb reality show you could put on as background noise so that you could either try to lie back down to attempt to get some sleep once more OR so that you could watch something that would put you to sleep…
Honestly at this point, you were up for either one…
“C’mon, c’mon, where’s an infomercial when you need one? Seriously, I would take just about anything…at this point…what’s this...? I didn’t… hear about this earlier...” Your irritation getting the best of you, you were on the verge of just saying ‘fuck it’ in your frustration to find a mind – numbing program to suit your current quest for sleep, when, after flipping through some local news stations, your quest was all but forgotten as you saw what appeared to be your street (along with your house in the same shot) depicted clear as day on one such station.
In other words, your channel flipping pastime quickly retired, you couldn’t help but feel slightly nervous as you read the tag line running along underneath the now rotating slide show comprised of different camera shots of the street you lived on. After all, while seeing the broadcast date the story was originally reported as being from almost 2 days ago served to calm you down if only slightly, you’d be lying through your teeth if seeing the headline ‘neighborhood shaken by string of recent burglaries and home invasions’ wasn’t still terrifying in the slightest…
…w-why didn’t I hear about this…before…? I swear, I really need to start watching the news…more often, huh…? O-oh well, at least, um, this was from a few days ago…and everything…maybe…all of this shit’s died down and everything…? Yeah, so quit being so paranoid, you know all of your doors are locked…r-right…? And – and even if something did happen to you, you have neighbors who would help you so…so just calm down… Fuck, I need to calm down – I – I need to focus on something else…
Shaking under your blankets slightly now, you griped your TV remote harder in your hand as you quickly flipped to another channel, only to let out a breath of air you hadn’t noticed you’d been holding in fear as your eyes glued themselves to the TV screen, the old episode of Friends flashing in front of your eyes a welcome distraction…
After all, although it wouldn’t have been your first choice in any other situation, watching the old sitcom and hearing it’s laugh track more than served to calm you down as you relaxed against the pillow you had used to prop yourself up in bed, a slight smile spreading across your face as you quietly placed the TV remote beside you on your bedside table once more.
“Huh, I haven’t seen this show in forever…I wonder what episode this is? Then again, who cares, it looks like it’s almost over anyway, but then in that case, I wonder what’s coming on next?” Looking at your bedside table, you shifted slightly to grab your phone and, wincing after unlocking its screen much like how you did when turning on your TV, you soon found yourself distracted and briefly forgetting the whole reason you had turned your set on in the first place while looking at the TV guide for the channel you were on for the next few hours or so.
“Damn, I was right, there’s nothing good on after this…It looks like it’s just going to be Cheers re – runs or infomercials, man that sucks…” Sighing as you shut off your phone once more before placing it back where you had had it prior to picking it up, you whined as you resisted the urge to get on it once more to watch YouTube videos or shit you knew would keep you awake, reminding yourself of your main goal in all of this once more as you found yourself yawning and muting the TV during a commercial out of habit…
That’s right, it was late, and you were tired…
Seriously, why couldn’t you have just gone to sleep by now, this was beyond ridiculous…
Damn it, what else can I do to get to sleep? If I can’t watch something that will put me to sleep, maybe – maybe there’s something else I could…try…? W-well I – I suppose there’s…always…but really though, am I really going to do that…? And right now of all times…? I mean, I know from hearing that one girl I sit with at work during lunch say that she does it all the time whenever her boyfriend’s away and stuff that doing it puts her to sleep all the time but, um, I mean…I don’t have one…let alone a partner…and it’s been forever since I – well, since I last did it…maybe, just doing it this one time…will be okay…I mean I live alone and shit, it’s not like anyone’s gonna walk in on me or stuff – but still…
A noticeable blush creeping across your face now, you gritted your teeth in embarrassment as you closed your eyes.
Honestly, what the hell was the matter with you? You were almost 26 years old and yet here you were, acting like a little bitch over something as simple as rubbing one out to get to sleep…
As if you were the first one to come up with the idea or some shit…
True, you may have been a simple virgin who hadn’t exactly had the chance to engage in a little ‘alone time’ in a while due to being so swamped at the office, let alone ever to try to put yourself to bed, but at this point as you looked over at the clock on your bedside table showing you that the time was only getting later and later – well to be honest, as exhausted as you were at this point, you were up to try just about anything to fall asleep…
Even if, well, it may have been slightly embarrassing or something like that…
And that line of thinking is exactly why you’re still a virgin – and single~ Er, well, that and the fact you don’t want to be in a relationship…and have terrible social skills outside of being able to carry out a simple conversation…Wait – no, focus. Save the self – loathing for later, concentrate on the task at hand! Now, um, let’s see…what should I do first…
Uncrossing your arms away from your chest (during your little internal battle, you had unconsciously crossed them in front of you out of habit), you opened your eyes to look down at the blankets covering you. Swallowing nervously, you cursed yourself internally, your face turning pinker still, as you tentatively grabbed the hem and pulled the fabric away from your torso, exposing your pajama top as well as the tops of your pants.
Your clothing more or less fully revealed, you gave a small sigh as you slowly began to unbutton your top just enough so that you would be able to unclasp your bra from behind and pull the garment out from the front*1, only to finish unbuttoning it the rest of the way leaving you almost naked from the waist up save for the fabric of your pajama top loosely hanging off of your shoulders.
Deciding to leave the top on to make it easier on yourself in case you actually did manage to fall asleep while in the middle of everything, you quietly tossed your bra to the floor since you were planning on taking a shower and doing laundry in the morning anyway. (After all, it honestly wouldn’t kill you to sleep with it off for once).
Then, after getting into a position that you found much more comfortable for this sort of thing than the one you had previously been sitting in, you found yourself giving yet another small sigh as you spread your legs apart slightly, your face now feeling as if it were on fire as you grabbed the hem of your pants.
“…c-c-calm down…it’s okay…you – you’re not doing anything wrong…it’s fine…you’re in your own home and it – it’s okay stop freaking out and relax…” Whispering to yourself in an effort to still your shaking hands (as well as to give yourself some much – needed encouragement and reassurance), you bit your lip slightly as you watched your fingers disappear into the waistband of your pajama pants, only to give a small whine as you finally slid past the thin barrier of fabric separating your hand from your folds, your thumb brushing lightly against your clit sending a small jolt of pleasure up your spine that left you shivering slightly…
Son of a bitch…
It really had been a long time since you’d done this…here you were having barely touched yourself and you were already starting to get a little wet…
Oh well…the quicker I get this done, the sooner I can get to sleep…
A look of determination now settling in on your blushing face, you couldn’t help the soft sighs and moans leaving your lips as you started to actually get to work, your occupied hand rubbing soft circles into your clit with your thumb while prodding at your damp slit as your free hand not buried in your panties soon found its way to your chest before brushing and pinching away at your exposed nipples. After all, while you may not have been the bustiest girl to write home about all things considered, your breasts were still pretty sensitive nonetheless, and as such, it was only as you continued to play with them along with the equally sensitive bud between your legs while fingering your now dripping cunt that you were rather surprised and embarrassed to hear the lewd sounds falling from your mouth.
Thank God that, while you technically had neighbors, they were far enough away to the point that, so long as you weren’t exactly crying out to the heavens as it were, they wouldn’t be able to hear you right now over the fence…
Never mind the fact they were probably asleep since, unlike you, most people during the week worked on Fridays, of course…
And yet, even with your embarrassment at this realization combined with these ideas vaguely floating around your head (which, given your current actions, had made it so that your brain was having great difficulty in concentrating to say the least), you found yourself unable to care as a slight smile tugged at the corners of your mouth involuntarily, your body unconsciously spreading your legs wider apart as you dug your fingers deeper inside yourself to the point that, when looking at your flushed form sitting on the bed from an outside perspective, you looked like you were on the verge of being completely spread apart.
“…so good…this feels amazing…I really need to do this…more often…ah –” Whining slightly as you brushed a particularly sensitive spot inside your walls with the tip of your fingers, you couldn’t help pant slightly as you began to focus on this area specifically, the pads of your fingers rubbing soft circles against your walls at this spot until you let out a soft moan when you observed a small puddle of your slick starting to pool between your legs before soaking though your underwear and into your pajama pants. However, much like your previous callousness as far as your neighbors hearing you was concerned, you found yourself unable to care about this new development as well, and with a slight groan as you briefly moved your hands away from yourself, you simply slid both your underwear and pants off your legs before unceremoniously tossing both to the ground to join your bra.
Seemingly satisfied with this new freedom between your legs, you couldn’t help but moan lowly as you once more returned to your previous tasks at hand, the lack of restraint from the fabric you had had to deal with down there before more than welcome as you returned to your former position of your legs spread wide, your face looking down between your thighs with a noticeable blush while your hands continued to happily play with your breasts and pussy to their hearts content.
You were so close, just a little bit more and then you could wrap this up and, hopefully, go to bed!
Or rather, so you had thought at the time…
You see, so caught up as you were in your current, well, ‘activities’, you had failed to register the sound of faint footsteps walking around outside your bedroom door (although to be fair, given you lived in an older house anyways, even in the event you had remained vigilant on your part there was still a high chance you might have also brushed the footsteps off as the house settling during the night as it so often did). As such, while hearing such a noise may have triggered an immediate red flag in most people living alone, it wasn’t until you found yourself briefly looking up and away from your thighs that you felt like you were going to have a heart attack and drop dead in the comfort of your own bed.
In other words, just seconds after letting out a soft sigh when you felt your fingers brush against that sensitive spot inside you once again, you had found yourself briefly looking up towards your bedroom door since, even in your impaired state of mind, you had thought you had heard it creak open. Only to, of course, quickly find yourself looking at what appeared to be a strange man you had never seen before in your life standing with one foot out in the hall and one in your bedroom.
That said, while under normal circumstances this encounter would have been horrific and terrifying on its own to put it mildly, it was only after you immediately froze up during your current state in a mixture of shock, horror, embarrassment, and most importantly, fear that you soon found your heart (which due to your previous actions was already beating fairly quickly) fighting to jump out of your chest as you noticed something extremely important about this strange man in particular: he was armed.
With a gun.
Wonderful.
Eyes widening in horror further still at the sight of his weapon, you sat in bed still as a statue as the man, who had apparently just been observing the little ‘show’ you had unintentionally been putting on for him, finally made eye contact with you before a slight smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, an action which made your blood run cold and only served to put you further on edge. As such, you couldn’t help the small squeak that escaped past your lips as you numbly watched him close and lock your bedroom door behind himself before he began to close the distance across the room towards where you were sitting on the bed, his smile growing seemingly wider still while he shamelessly brandished his weapon.
“Oh c’mon, don’t be like that sweetheart, there’s no need to stop at my expense! I mean after all, I was just in the neighborhood, and well, after hearing all those cute little sounds you were making, I just had to see what was going on in here myself, you know? I just wanted to see if it was the real thing or if you were watching a tape or something like that. You know, since you clearly live by yourself and all…”
Trailing off mid – sentence as he continued to approach your bedside, you whimpered slightly as you saw his eyes trail over your mostly naked form and immediately broke out of your current frozen state to grab the hem of your blankets in an attempt to cover yourself up, only to sob slightly as you felt the man, in turn, start to tug them away from you just as quickly.
“N-n-no s-stop, please! P-please…I – please don’t hurt me I – I’ll give you anything you want – I can tell you where all of my valuables are but please…please let me go – mhm”
Panic quickly overtaking you as soon as the man had grabbed at the fabric of the blankets, you couldn’t help the tears starting to trail down your embarrassed face as you struggled against him until, with one final grunt of effort on his part, your cries were cut off as the man threw your covers to the ground before climbing on top of you and covering your mouth with his free hand not holding the gun while pinning your partially naked form down into the mattress.
Whimpering in panic further still at this new chain of events, you instinctively squirmed and struggled beneath him in an effort to get him off of you, kicking and flailing as you tried to get out from under him to grab your phone (and maybe leave the room to call the police while you were at it).
At least, of course, until you managed to kick him in his side (which, mind you, was no easy task considering the bastard would have already towered over you while standing let alone while covering you with his body to pin you down to the bed), at which point the man, having had enough of your struggling, swore at you before cocking his weapon and placing the barrel to your forehead.
In other words, once you had managed to land a hit on him in all your efforts to escape, you immediately froze up while trying not to wet yourself as you felt cold steel press against your temple, the very idea he was armed having temporarily evaded your brain in all your struggling until the man above you decided to remind you of this fact with a cold smirk cutting across his face while he stared down at your now limp body.
“There we go, isn’t this better? I swear bitch, I wasn’t even planning on killing you or anything, so just calm down already and quit your crying, okay? Now, I’m going to take my hand away from your mouth, and you’re going to keep it shut, got it? Not a word out of you unless I say so or…well, I guess I don’t need to go into specifics, yeah?”
Pressing his gun harder against your head with a shit eating grin, you choked back a muffled sob before closing your eyes, fresh tears pricking at the corners, and nodding your head 'yes' at him in response. Seemingly satisfied you were going to behave now, the man gave a slight hum before doing as he had promised while continuing to point his weapon at you, a slight whimper bubbling up your throat as you dug your fingernails into the mattress underneath the two of you while you struggled to quiet your sobbing.
“You know, you should really see your face right now…hell, if I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought someone had told you were on your death bed or something… Man, that’s priceless.”
Snickering down at your still very much terrified expression, you tried to remain calm in an effort to deal with this entire situation, only to wince, a slight blush creeping across your face against your will when the man above you cupped one of your cheeks in his hand to keep your face still. Satisfied that he now had your undivided attention, you couldn’t help but blush further still despite your situation as he rearranged himself on top of you so that he was more or less straddling your lower half (either in an effort to get comfortable or just to fuck with you more so than he already was given you were lying underneath him still almost completely naked you weren’t sure) before beginning to speak once more.
“Anywho, now that you’re done with your little tantrum, listen up because this is what’s gonna happen next. I don’t know what kind of shit you get up to outside of jacking it at 3 in the morning, but in case you haven't heard on the news, I’ve been hitting all the houses on this block this past week and you just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. That said, under normal circumstances I don’t really care to keep witnesses around for too long but, well…all things considered I might be willing to reconsider this time around? Don’t get me wrong, I can’t exactly just let you walk away from all this unscathed since you caught me robbing you and shit, but at the same time, I know I’d be lying if I said hearing you play with that cute little pussy of yours didn’t put me in a certain mood so how’s about we make a little deal? You let me fuck your pretty brains out, and I won’t splatter them all over your bedroom wall? Easy choice, wouldn’t you think?”
…w-what…but I - I thought that he said he hadn't planned on killing...me...did he change his mind...? …this bastard must really be as insane as that news report said after all…I – please…tell me…he’s not serious…
However, even as you tried to convince yourself that he hadn't really meant what he said or that there had to be an easy way out of this mess, one look at his face in your current position was more than enough proof to convince you he was being 100% genuine in both his ‘offer’ as well as his threat and that, whether you liked it or not, there was no way you were probably going to change the bastard's mind on this matter…
That said…well…if that was the case…you didn’t necessarily feel like dying, that much was true but at the same time…
At the same time…
Aside from losing your first time of all things in this situation, then there was the fact that the bastard might not even keep his promise of letting you walk away alive, so was offering up something like that even worth it? True, you might not have really cared about losing your virginity before but to lose it like this…especially if you ended up dying afterwards too…
And yet, at the same time you found yourself thinking this, you also found you weren’t willing to take that risk he might be lying because when it came down to it, you didn’t want to die.
You didn’t want to go out like this, lying dead and naked in your own bed after some maniac who broke into your home while brandishing a gun shot you in the head just because you refused to put out. That was something you knew without a shadow of a doubt that you didn’t want to happen, no matter what.
So.
So, then, in that case, then…well…you were already still pretty wet given what you had been doing prior to being interrupted…and, hopefully, he would make this quick and leave you alone afterwards…?
I mean, he already confessed he had taken some of your shit anyways, so after he got what he wanted from you and your body he would probably just leave your home afterwards, right?
Yes, that’s exactly what he would do…hopefully…so now all you had to do to make that happen would be to spread your legs and…
And…
C-c-calm down, it’s not like you’re whoring yourself out for nothing, this is about survival! S-s-so, um, I just, um, well…
Sighing in defeat internally, after what probably seemed like forever to the man above you given his slightly agitated expression, it was with a heavy heart that you finally looked away from him before timidly nodding your head 'yes' at his ‘offer,’ your face a noticeable pink as you swallowed your own self – disgust and shame at what you were about to do to stay alive in the dire circumstances you were currently trapped in…
"...a-alright...I, um, I'll do as you ask...just please...please don't hurt me..."
…now here’s hoping he can keep up his own end of his little ‘deal’…
"Excellent, I knew you'd make the right choice! Now, where to begin..."