Challenge Accepted
Anya threw open her front door in a hurry, she had slept in and was a few minutes away from being late for lab. That was until her door collided with a small parcel that had been delivered to her doorstep.
She reached down and picked up the box to throw inside and open later when the shipping label caught her attention. It was the name of a dirty website she had been frequenting as of late. Anya had her eye on a specific…toy. When the website offered her a 20% off coupon code, she couldn’t pass it up.
Anya ignored her lateness and walked back inside, immediately tearing open the box. She pulled out a small silicone vibrator, it was her favorite shade of blue. The first sex toy Anya has owned in…many years. She was nervous and excited, she felt the embarrassed rise up in her face. Anya wanted to skip lab and test it out…
She decided to be responsible and instead plug the device in to charge before leaving for school. She could have her fun later, now she had to be a reliable teaching assistant.
Anya made it to class just a few minutes behind, not that it mattered. She was greeted by her professor and colleagues, they discussed today’s lesson plan while the students filed in. Anya found her focus tearing away from her work constantly, her mind buzzed with thoughts that were not appropriate for the classroom.
Class began and Anya navigated her way undetected. It made her feel like a deviant, she needed to put her unsavory thoughts aside but just couldn’t. Anya sighed and leaned against the professors desk at the front of the room. The other co-teaching assistant came by and joined her.
The other teaching assistant was a woman from the cohort below Anya’s. She was a warm presence whose research interests involved women’s reproductive rights. Anya always deeply enjoyed discussing their research together.
“Tough crowed today, huh?” Anya was asked. The other TA was right, the students were all quiet today and wouldn’t discuss much with each other.
“Yeah…makes it hard when they won’t speak up. Watch, we’ll be getting dozens of emails asking about things we already told them in class today.” Anya complained back, relating to the woman.
The other TA laughed, “You know it!” She said between giggles. It made Anya smile and blush.
Anya couldn’t help but take in the features of the woman. Gorgeous shiny hair, the way her lips curved when she laughed…Anya caught herself staring at the very pretty lady for a moment too long. The professor called the class together to review before Anya’s thoughts could travel further down the other woman’s body.
On her way out of class Anya was caught into a small hug by the other teaching assistant. “Catch you later, Anya! You should come to study group sometime! I’ll email you the details, bye!” The beautiful woman said before running out. She was soon gone, off to wherever she needed to be next.
Anya felt a warmth in her face and chest. Maybe she would take her up on that offer to join study group…
Anya was done for today, she didn’t have anything more to do but go home and maybe grade papers. She should also be working on her final dissertation but…that could all wait.
Anya had different plans in mind, she nearly levitated her entire walk home.
When she arrived home she began to feel nervous creep up on her. Anya had been feeling pent up all day and now that she’s home…she was suddenly avoiding her urges.
It was as if her desires repulsed her. Anya had expected this, anything new in her personal healing sphere was bound to be. Sure, Anya just wanted to get off but…this new toy was something more.
The first sex toy she’s owned since before the Tulpar. Sense she’s survived Jimmy. Anya has worked up to this moment for years. She’d had every therapy and medication and coping skill she could possibly need to tackle this yet… she was still intimidated.
Anya decided to leave the toy charging where she left it, opting instead to sit on the couch and grade some essays to take her mind off of things.
By the time Anya had finished grading the sun had gone down. She sat in her dark living area with nothing but the laptop illuminating her face. Anya still felt anxiety creeping in again.
She stood and clicked flicked on a lamp, lighting up her small apartment. Anya had a stretch as she shuffled to her kitchen area. She chose a frozen dinner and slapped it into the microwave.
As she waited the stared down the vibrator left charging on her kitchen counter. It was almost comical, such an obscene object just out in the open. Anya lived alone, it was no problem…just odd.
Anya left to go take her nightly medications as well as an extra dose of medication specific to panic attacks. She still wanted to indulge in her previous plans for the evening, but would need some preparation and accommodation.
She followed her medications with the tv dinner that was now reheated, sat on the couch and enjoy her meal alongside some reality television.
Anya’s phone dinged—a message from the co- teaching assistant she spoke to in class earlier. Anya put down her fork and eagerly opened the text.
“Hey, was thinking about you…wanna come to group tomorrow at the cafe across from the science library?”
Anya’s heart skipped a beat. She felt butterflies and tickles and all sorts of giddy.
“Of course! what time?” Anya eagerly messaged back.
“I have class until noon, meet me there after?”
“Can do, see you then! :)”
Anya smiled at her phone and kicked her feet. She wasn’t sure how much actual studying she’d get done. Anya face flushed as an idea came to her. She finally felt…lighter. More free.
She rose from the couch and took the vibrator from the charger, making her way to bed. Anya sat on the edge and looked down at the silicone toy in her hands.
Curiosity peaked her, she turned it on. The vibrations waved through her fingertips as she played through the different settings. She ultimately landed on the softest constant setting and took a deep breath as she pressed it against her outer thigh.
Anya was still fully clothed, the vibrations dulled by the fabric of her jeans. She preferred it that way, she felt awfully intimidated and timid at this new exploration.
Anya’s worked so hard to finally be able to enjoy this moment. She pressed the device against herself, arching at the sudden warm sensations pulsing through her core. She bucked into her own hand, the feeling electric.
She fell into a rythem of grinding herself against the toy outside of her pants. The feelings became embarrassing, it wasn’t even directly touching her and yet she was so worked up.
Anya went from sitting up on the edge of her bed to lying on her back, legs dangling off the edge still. She spread her knees further apart and pressed the toy harder when a sudden painful stretch in her hips immediately resurfaced an evil, despicable memory.
Anya immediately sat back up straight into a panic, nearly throwing the toy across the room in her jolt.
“Damnit…” Anya hisses through her teeth as she instead slammed the device down on the bed next to herself.
Any and all coping strategies escaped her in that moment. Anya was suddenly immersed in a false reality in which she was still trapped on the Tulpar and incredibly unsafe at the moment.
Before it could consume her fully she managed to snap herself from the trance, immediately standing up and going to a different part of her apartment. Anya paced the kitchenette until her thoughts slowed down.
She took deep breaths, in and out. She counted in increments with her breathing until she was fully in her body once more.
That was scary, almost too scary. One wrong move and this could be ruined for Anya forever. She didn’t want that. She wanted to have this, needed to have this. Anya still couldn’t deny the aching need between her legs, she deserves to feel pleasure.
For some reason the conversation she had the day prior with Curly came to her. Something she had said to him,
“It sucks to feel so broken, doesn’t it?”
Anya felt that with her whole chest right now. She wanted so desperately to get to enjoy something and yet Jimmy still had to ruin it for her. No, not this time.
Anya was determined to work through this. If Curly was able to face his fears, so could she.
She did however, decide it was in her best interest to slow down for a moment. She pulled a book off of her coffee table and crawled back into bed to relax for now.
Anya read a lesbian love novel, it was a guilty pleasure. She enjoyed her medical texts but some fluffy fiction helped keep her on her toes. She dove into a chapter about the main love interests having to share a hotel bed, classic! She loved a good old sappy trope sometimes.
Anya laid on her side, curled into herself, wrapped up in her duvet cover. All of the softness and gentle pressure felt so good against her body. She felt less exposed, more protected. Anya liked the idea of being held gently. Especially in such a vulnerable state…With a snap she closed the book and tucked it under her pillow. Anya slowly slinked a hand into her panties, she was soaked…
She slid delicate fingers along her own folds. Anya felt so warm as wet and aching, she audibly moaned for herself. The itch was being scratched as she helplessly rutted into her own hand and let loose drooling into her pillows.
Anya was close but couldn’t quite tip herself over the edge, then she remembered…
She rolled over and picked up the vibrator that lay at the foot of the bed where she had left it. Without turning it on Anya pressed it to the outside of her underwear, relishing in the added pressure.
She cautiously pressed the on button and couldn’t contain just how good it felt. Anya arched and moaned while fisting at her sheets. The waves of pleasure were once again intoxicatingly delicious, she craved more.
Anya humped the toy helplessly, savoring in the white hot heat blinded her vision and made her jolt. Her finger pressed the button to turned the setting up higher and it nearly sent her directly into the stratosphere.
It became the easiest orgasm Anya’s ever had, doubly as satisfying. She rolled and snapped her hips as she came into her panties. Anya felt obscene letting her eyes roll back and her mouth lull open. The sound that escaped her lips was rich and erotic, she let it drag out as she came down.
She slowed and the post orgasm clearly lifted the fuzzy veil over her eyes. Anya waited for the impending panic to set in; then it…didn’t.
Anya felt completely comfortable, relaxed even, sighing in relief as she removed the toy from between her legs. She had kept it outside her panties but it was still slick with her cum. Anya was throughly soaked.
She place the toy aside and wrapped herself tighter into her blankets, enjoying the post orgasm bliss that washed over her. Anya was so proud of herself.
Soon she went from ecstatic to slightly uncomfortable, the wetness between her legs went from pleasant to soggy. She pulled herself up shuffled to the restroom to clean up.
Anya undressed from the clothes she was still wearing from the day, leaving them on the floor behind her as she walked back through the apartment now clad naked.
She made it to her dresser but caught a view of her reflection in a full view mirror at the other end of the living space. Anya took a moment and actually admire herself. Her eyes traced her body up and down, taking in her features.
Anya was a mature woman, she had wide hips and a dimpled stomach. Dips in her side and larger breasts, heavier towards the bottom.
She was curvy and cushion all over, stretch marks adorned her hips, thighs, stomach and breasts.
Her body hair was wild and untrimmed, thick black curls between her legs traced up to her belly button. She admired every mole and the way her eyelashes fluttered.
Anya felt…beautiful. It made her want to cry. She’s really come so far.
There was once a time where Anya had to tape black trash bags over every mirror in the house to avoid her reflection. Now she basked in all of her glory. It was night and day, she never thought she’d ever feel this safe in her own skin again.
Anya considered sleeping in her birthday suit but instead slid on a clean pair or panties and a large t-shirt. She threw herself into bed for the final time tonight.
Anya slept soundly without another care in the world.