All characters are above the age of 18 unless otherwise specified.
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“Echo!” Michelle yelled out through the empty house.
No response came; she hadn’t expected one. The house’s rooms were big enough, especially the cavernous living room she stood in (with the upstairs hallway constituting a loft above), that the acoustics didn’t echo back.
But still, it was fun. Michelle did that a lot whenever she was in a place alone.
Just for her own amusement. No one else was there to enjoy it, obviously.
Well, that wasn’t entirely true at the present moment. Bruno, the Alvord’s dog, was with her too.
He was lying on the couch, unperturbed by the visitor he knew well by this point.
Michelle pranced through the otherwise-empty house. She’d been over here a lot but hadn’t really explored the house since she was a young kid.
And now it was going to be all hers for two weeks.
The Alvords were Michelle’s next-door neighbors. Or Michelle’s parents’ next door neighbors, she reasoned, but she was still part of the household so it counted all the same.
They were taking their annual post-school-year graduation. Their oldest son was 21, 3 years older than Michelle, their daughter was 15, and their youngest son was 14; she’d grown up with the kids and knew them well (although they went to private school and she stayed public). Every year after the last one of them finished up their school year, the whole family would go and take a two week trip somewhere around the world.
Seychelles was this year’s pick.
A small twinge of jealousy reared in Michelle’s heart. She wished she could travel every year after school. But her family was considerably less well-off than the Alvords, although definitely comfortably middle-class. But living in a rich neighborhood, they adhered to the policy of “better to be the worst house in a nice neighborhood than the best house in a crappy neighborhood.”
Or at least that’s what Michelle’s mom always said. And Michelle was fine with that. She got to live in a nice safe area, and now got to live in a mansion for two weeks.
After Michelle turned 18 her senior year, the Alvords figured it would be fine to let her housesit for them while they were gone. She didn’t fully understand why 18 was some big marker, since she didn’t really feel any different than last summer. But apparently being a legal adult came along with a higher level of trust. So she was being paid, rather handsomely, to make sure the house didn’t burn down.
And to make sure Bruno was well taken care of. He was their 8-year-old French bulldog, who couldn’t really be more disinterested that his family had disappeared and been replaced by Michelle (although she’d known the little rascal since he was a puppy).
Michelle admired the size of the formal dining room she had found herself wandering into. She hadn’t even remembered they had this room. Whenever she came over she usually was just in the den or one of the kid’s rooms, so she’d forgotten what a lot of the rest of the house looked like.
Her eyes trailed over the expensive China cabinets adorning the walls, and the liquor cabinet too. Michelle’s brow perked slightly, but she quickly decided against stealing, err, borrowing anything. She doubted the Alvords would care – Stuart and Melissa were both very chill. But still, best not to bother.
Besides Michelle wasn’t a huge drinker. Or really that adventurous of a girl at all. She had a good group of friends and felt like she always had enough fun at parties without needing to drink or smoke anyway.
Sometimes she regretted not being a little more wild, but she figured that’s what college was for. She was going to IU for the in-state tuition, and knew she’d have more than enough opportunities to explore her boundaries at a big state school.
But for now, Michelle was satisfied with her level of experimentation.
Well, outside of boys. Or sex stuff in general.
She’d had a boyfriend for sophomore and most of junior year. Being practically kids, there was a lot of feelings things out in a first relationship.
They’d had sex once, to pop both of their cherries. It was fine, Michelle thought. It was quick, and she didn’t climax, but they at least put everything where it was supposed to go so it didn’t go as disastrously as it could have (one of her best friends lost her anal virginity before her actual virginity, on accident). Her experience wasn’t really noteworthy, or special. Not enough to make her actually understand why people cared about it so much.
And Michelle was fine with that. Relationships weren’t defined by sex, nor was she.
Well, the no orgasm thing actually did bother her a little bit, but that was the only part. And not just from her one sexual encounter: she’d never climaxed before at all.
Raised in a traditional household, Michelle hadn’t really talked with her parents that much about sex stuff. Her mom had given her the basics of the anatomy and safety components but güvenilir bahis left it at that. There certainly wasn’t any discussion of orgasms, let alone masturbation or anything.
Michelle had experimented with herself a little bit. She knew what felt good, and what she enjoyed. But she’d never been able to make herself finish.
The only reason it bothered her was because she didn’t know if she was able to. All her best friends could; they’d had a raunchy slumber party one night in junior year where they’d all jilled off together. Michelle just tried to blend in there and hope no one else noticed that she couldn’t actually make herself cum.
But before college, knowing that guys and relationships were more on the horizon there, Michelle felt a little insecure. She figured, or hoped, that she’d be able to find what worked best for her sooner or later.
Yipping from Bruno in the other room brought Michelle out of her miniature trance.
Whatever. None of that was important right now. She was going to have fun on the Alvords’ dime for the next two-ish weeks.
“Do you need to go out boy?” she called out in a playful tone as Bruno leapt off the couch, tail wagging, and ran to the back door.
***
Water dripped onto the tile floor as Michelle picked herself up out of the bath.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d taken an actual bath. The Alvords’ bath was massive and had the nice jets like a hottub too. Michelle had turned off all the lights, lit some candles, dumped a metric assload of bubble bath in the tub, and soaked the stress away for a while.
Living the life of luxury was rather addicting. Michelle toweled herself off, drying her hair. She stood in front of the mirror in the master bathroom.
The towel dropped to the floor at Michelle’s feet. She reached for the fresh underwear and change of clothes she’d set out on the bathroom counter, before pausing.
“Do I need to wear anything going to sleep?” she asked herself.
At home Michelle always wore at least sweats and a t-shirt to bed even in the summer. Just in case an emergency or something happened, she wouldn’t want to be seen in anything less by her family.
But she always wanted to try sleeping naked. She’d have to wash the sheets, but she would have done that anyway.
“Ehh fuck it,” Michelle muttered to herself and set the panties back down on the counter.
She took a second to admire her nude figure in the mirror. Her body was looking pretty ready for summer, she thought. Her weekly spin class she took with her mom kept her pretty toned and lithe, and 11 years of competitive softball had given Michelle the characteristic softball ass. It stood out more on her otherwise slim and tall frame (tall for a girl at least, at 5’7). Michelle turned to the side to admire it, imagining it would look pretty good at the beach and pool this summer in a swimsuit.
Her tan lines were already showing pretty clearly from the first lake trip of the year earlier in the week. Most of her body was a gorgeous golden brown – thank god she tanned easily. It matched better with her light-brown/strawberry-blonde hair, which fell straight to just below her shoulders and framed her cute face and green eyes.
Michelle’s naturally pale skin tone was betrayed by her chest. She’d criss-crossed the strings of her top when she tied it (so it made an X in front) and she could still see the outline. The lighter shade of her chest almost seemed to be highlighting her small, perky breasts.
Michelle cupped her boobs briefly, twisting her nipples lightly. She liked her boobs. They were small, barely filling out a B-cup, but that made them easy to manage. And they were cute enough, she thought. Full, but still with a bit of natural drop. Her pink areolas were small, just outlining the small nubs of her nipples.
Michelle’s hands ran down the rest of her body, feeling her tight stomach and down to her wide hips and butt.
Hopefully her future boyfriend would be an ass guy, she thought to herself. She liked the way she looked. Certainly better than when she was 13 or 14 in middle school and had body image issues like too many other girls that age. It had taken her most of high school to accept that being tall, not having massive hooters, not being platinum blonde, none of those were bad things.
It certainly helped her confidence that boys had started to notice her, and that she’d dated someone long-term. She felt more comfortable seeing herself as attractive, the same way others saw her.
Michelle tussled her hair, still drying from the bath, and went through her normal nightly routine before heading to bed. After washing her face, moisturizing, and brushing her teeth, she headed into the master bedroom.
Bruno was lying on his little ottoman at the end of the bed. He was too short to jump all the way up onto the lofted king bed, and wasn’t supposed to be on the bed anyway, Michelle had been instructed.
She looked at the two nightstands, and quickly discerned güvenilir bahis siteleri which side of the bed was Stuart’s and which was Melissa’s. Michelle figured sleeping on Melissa’s side was probably best. For no real logical reason, she supposed, since the sheets were washed, and she would wash them again before they came home. But still, it felt weird sleeping on a guy’s side of the bed.
Michelle threw the covers on her side of the bed back, and was getting ready to hop in before she realized she didn’t have a phone charger.
Laboring to her backpack (her house was 500 feet away – it didn’t make sense to pack up clothes or anything more than electronics and a dopp kit when she could just run next door to change), she grabbed a lightning cord and went to plug it in behind her nightstand.
Being an inquisitive person, Michelle looked at the few other cords that were plugged into the extension cord in the outlet and tried to figure out where they went. It was something stupid that she always did, but she liked to think of it like a puzzle. One went to the lamp. One went to the wireless charging port on the nightstand. One went to Alexa.
And the last two snaked around the nightstand, one into the top drawer, one into the bottom drawer.
“Probably shouldn’t go through their drawers,” Michelle murmured to herself.
Curiosity got the best of her.
“Ehh fuck it, there’s nothing bad here that they would leave while I’m here. Besides it is my house for the next 13 days,” she decided.
She opened the top drawer. An extra lightning cord, the end pinned underneath a book so it didn’t fall out of the drawer.
“Sweet, don’t even need to plug mine in,” Michelle thought.
She bent down to open up the bottom drawer to figure out the last one. Her hand gripped the handle and she pulled it open.
Dildo.
Michelle slammed it shut as quickly as she had opened it.
“Did not need to see or know that,” she said aloud to herself. She hadn’t really looked in the drawer but the first and only thing she saw was that purple veiny head.
Michelle may not have been the most experienced about sex stuff, and in no world ever would her mom have talked to her or shown her about toys. But she wasn’t born yesterday either; she knew what a dildo was, and what it was for.
Hell at that slumber party with her friends, Alyssa had used one.
So that was enough curiosity. Michelle didn’t really want or need to know what Mrs. Alvord did with her free time. Melissa was a grown woman, it certainly wasn’t Michelle’s place to judge her.
Michelle slinked into bed and threw the covers over her. The smooth sheets felt especially nice against her naked body. She closed her eyes, and tried feverishly to erase the dildo from her mind. She took a few deep breaths, and opened her eyes. The image of the dildo was still there.
Eugh, she’d just have to deal with that knowledge for now. Apparently the whole “repressed memory after a traumatic experience” thing took more than 3 minutes to work.
Checking to see if Bruno was already asleep, Michelle turned off the bedside lamp, put on an episode of Euphoria and drifted off to sleep in her first night in her new temporary home.
***
“Mom, I’m literally 500 feet away from you,” Michelle protested the next night. “We could actually be having this conversation in person justbby yelling loudly.”
“I know, sweetie, but still…” came the response through Michelle’s airpods.
“Ugh Mom, I’ll be fine.”
“Okay, okay. Just don’t blame me for caring about you.”
“Alright, Mom,” Michelle paused. “I love you.”
“Love you too sweetie.”
She hated how overbearing her parents could be sometimes. She knew they cared about her and loved her, but it was a little much sometimes. She was a peacock, they needed to let her fly.
Even just staying over in the house next door had her mom high-strung. Michelle wanted to just be a kid sometimes, experiment, have fun, get into some trouble. At least have the opportunity to make and learn from her own mistakes.
Somehow this constituted pushing the boundaries: housesitting and sleeping in the neighbor’s house.
Although it was apparently a great place for exploring and getting into some trouble as she’d learned last night, Michelle thought to herself, and chuckled at the idea. That purple veiny dildo popped back in her head.
That drawer was gonna be staying shut, she knew. But it was making Michelle wonder about what else was in their bedroom. Not that she really wanted to know that much, of course. But the prospect of making some more discoveries about Stuart and Melissa Alvord’s private lives did enchant her a little bit.
It was a little bad, and Michelle knew it, but she was feeling rebellious. It was towards her mom but manifested itself in an invasion of the Alvords’ privacy, which seemed unfair for them. But oh well.
She started with Stuart’s nightstand, since she’d already seen Melissa’s. Pretty boring. iddaa siteleri He loved John Grisham. I guess that made sense? Stuart was a lawyer, so liking legal thrillers kinda checked out. Michelle supposed if she worked in law reading about it for for fun too wouldn’t be high on her list, but she figured a lot of other people probably felt differently.
He had a bunch of knickknacks in his drawers, but the bottom one was interesting. A handgun, which Michelle didn’t dare to touch at all, and a small stash of what certainly smelled like marijuana.
How the Alvords got a supply of devils lettuce, she had no idea. It wasn’t legal even medically in Indiana. She knew that Stuart had major back surgery last year; probably pain management for that. Michelle already knew he had a prescription of oxy in the medicine cabinet, so it checked out. The weed would also not be touched. She wasn’t ready for getting that experimental.
Michelle had finished with Stuart’s nightstand, and made her way to the standing armoire outside their walk-in. Probably just clothes, she imagined.
Her assumption was proven correct. She liked a few of Melissa’s things, and found a hidden wad of cash in her pantyhose drawer, but was about to abandon the probe when she got to Melissa’s lingerie drawer (or presumably hers at least, she wasn’t one to judge).
Some of the sets were extremely soft, silky smooth to the touch, and very sexy. Michelle lifted up a strikingly-white lacy one-piece teddy. It was mostly see-through, except in the most important areas.
Michelle didn’t have any fancy lingerie like this. Her parents certainly weren’t going to be splurging on Victoria’s Secret for her, and she’d never personally seen the appeal or felt the need to get any for herself before.
But now, holding up the blazingly bright teddy in front of her, Michelle felt a little tingle inside of herself. A bit of a warm rush rising through her body. She wanted to try it on. She and Melissa were the same size too, she’d checked.
“I shouldn’t,” she muttered to herself, still thinking it over.
“Oh what the hell, no one will know,” she decided. “I’ll just wash it after, I have to do laundry anyway before they get back.”
Quickly Michelle shed her attire: an oversized Frank Zappa t-shirt and black cotton panties. She stepped in and started to slide the piece up her legs, enjoying the sensation of the silk on her bare skin.
It fit like a dream, just snugly between her legs and the opaque bits in just the right places for maintaining the tease. Michelle admired herself in the walk-in’s floor-length mirror. She looked pretty sexy, she thought to herself. The plunging v-neck was doing absolute work highlighting the rather slight cleavage she had, and when she turned to the side, her mostly-uncovered ass looked phenomenal with the white fabric disappearing between her cheeks.
Michelle felt confident, a lot more than she could remember in the past. Sexy, ready to take on the world herself and try new things. Already she was discovering the benefit of experimenting. She would have to shop for something like this for herself before leaving for college.
Her mind floated back to what she’d been trying to forget about for the past day: the dildo.
No, that was too weird, she thought. Melissa had used it before, it had been literally inside her.
“How is that any different from wearing her underwear?” Michelle’s naughty side retorted.
It really wasn’t any different, she supposed. But still, it felt weird. She’s known Mrs. Alvord since she was a kid. She couldn’t imagine her using a dildo, having it rammed up inside her pussy.
Maybe just a peek at the drawer. That couldn’t be any harm, could it?
No, certainly not. After all, she was just exploring, Michelle justified to herself.
She moved back to the forbidden drawer. Her hands wavered slightly at the handle, but she took a deep breath and slowly pulled it open.
Michelle’s immediate realization was that the veiny purple dildo was far from the only thing in the drawer. Far from it.
The drawer was literally brimming with toys, dildos, and other implementations. Not all of which Michelle knew about. She was getting way more of an intimate look into the Alvords’ sex lives than she wanted to.
The purple dildo was one of a couple. A small, much more curved and simple flesh-colored one and then an absolutely massive smooth glass one. Michelle had no idea how anyone could fit that in their vagina, or any orifice. Even thinking about it hurt her.
The electrical cord that had been the initial source of her curiosity in the first place was connected to a Hitachi, which Michelle knew was a vibrating wand. She also knew her family had a Hitachi drill at home (cus drills and vibrators go hand-in-hand I guess?) that a few of her friends had gone crazy about early in high school when her dad was using it while they were over. The snap of him using it with “Michelle’s dad loves his hitachi” had gotten shared around the school a bit, all in good fun.
So she knew what that was for. There also looked to be a fourth dildo, a plain black one, mounted in some kind of harness. No idea what that was for, or how it was different than the other ones.