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The first zing of the vibrations against my clit had me biting my lip. I teased myself slowly, eyes closed, letting my thoughts wander to hot goth betas and sexy alphas. One hand slid over my breast, the other pressing the toy into my pussy with an easy glide that had me arching off the bed with a low moan. Imaginary hands ghosted over my skin and I moved the toy in a steady rhythm, dipping my hand under the blankets to work my clit in time with the thrusts. I rolled my hips, breath panting.
Almost there.
I shivered, touching the bright, fleeting edge of pleasure. Spud tackled my hands and I let out a shriek, panic-flailing, the toy whipping in one direction and Spud sailing through the air as I jolted up. I scrambled out of bed and gathered up my baby boy who was looking at me with betrayal in his eyes.
“Spuddy, I'm so sorry. You scared the shit out of me.”
A knock sounded and I hastily tossed on a robe. I peeked through the peephole, swinging open the door a moment later.
“Hey Mrs. Poppadakis. Can I help you?”
“Kiki, dear, I heard you scream.” My senior, widowed neighbour stood in the hall, concern pinching her face.
I smiled at the nickname even through my discomfort. She’d misheard my name at our first meeting, and it had become something of an inside joke and endearment between us.
“You’re usually so quiet,” she continued. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”
“Yeah, sorry.” My cheeks warmed. “Tripped over Spud.”
“Little troublemaker.” Mrs. Poppadakis laughed. “Good thing he's cute.”
As if on cue, Spud appeared at my ankles.
“Hello little man.” Mrs. Poppadakis leaned down to pat his head. “I’ll get out of your hair. Have a lovely day, dear.”
I waved and slunk back into my apartment, rolling my eyes at Spud. “You little mood killer.”
Spud looked completely unabashed.
I sighed and wandered to my bedroom, finding the vibrator between the wall and bedside table. I gave up on satisfaction for the moment and went to wash the toy, laying it on a washcloth on the sink to dry, and retreated into bed.
Spud headbutted me awake hours later when his hunger got the best of him.
I whined and buried my face in my pillow. Spud meow-screamed to protest his lack of immediate attention. I held a hand up for him to rub his face on and focused on working up enough energy to pry myself off the bed.
“Spuddy, mommy's tired. Evolve some opposable thumbs and feed yourself.”
He nipped my hand.
“Jeez, okay. I’m getting up.” I groaned and shuffled into the kitchen. Sunlight streamed in through the window. I glanced at the clock on the stove. It was only two in the afternoon which meant I’d had barely six hours of sleep. Not enough for a coherent Nicky.
I dumped the rest of Spud's food onto his plate and slumped back to bed. “Fuck this. More sleep.”
I passed out for another two hours and woke to my phone insistently buzzing. I answered it without looking.
“Hey.”
“Nicola, I found a date for you.”
I groaned. “Mom, no.”
“If you found your own dates I wouldn’t have to find them for you.”
I let out a pitiful sound and sat up, rubbing my eyes. “I’m working on it.”
“Oh?” Mom's voice was bright and curious.
Fuck.
