She rushed home after her chaotic first day at the new college, desperate to get her hands on the package waiting on the kitchen counter. Her mother had left it there after the morning delivery. She snatched the box and bolted upstairs, slamming her bedroom door behind her. This was her reward: a high-end vibrator she’d splurged on, after hours of obsessive research.

She tore into the cardboard, grinning. Nestled inside, buried in the foam packaging, was the Rampant Rabbit. Dual stimulation, perfectly shaped, just like every review had promised. Perfect timing after surviving freshman orientation. She switched it on and felt it buzz in her palm. All day, the stress had built up: new faces, new classes, too much noise. She needed this.

She sprawled on her bed, yanked her jeans down past her hips, pushing her panties aside, and propped herself against the pillows. The toy was cold at first but warmed fast as she pressed it hard against her pussy. She flicked it on. The vibrations hit her clit, sharp and perfect. Her back arched.

She let out a shaky breath and spread her legs wider, pushing the head of the toy right against her clit. The first jolt of sensation made her hips twitch. She slid the shaft inside, feeling the stretch, the fullness. She pressed the rabbit ears against her clit and turned up the speed. The steady pulse buzzed through her, relentless and deep.

She moved the toy in slow circles, grinding her hips up to meet it. Her free hand squeezed her breast through her shirt, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her gasp. Her thighs tensed, and her toes curled. She could feel herself getting wetter, the slick heat spreading between her legs.

She cranked the speed higher, desperate for more. The vibrations grew rougher, almost too much, but she didn’t stop. She pressed the toy harder, chasing the pressure building low in her belly. Her breath came in short, ragged pants. Her heart pounded. She could feel the orgasm building, tight and hot, just out of reach.

She rocked her hips, fucking herself harder with the toy, the tip hitting her sweet spot with every thrust. Her clit throbbed, swollen and sensitive. She was right there, seconds away, her whole body tight and shaking, every muscle straining for release.

She bit her lip, fighting the urge to cry out. Her free hand clawed at the sheets. She was so close, so fucking close, her orgasm right at the edge, about to break.

Then, over the buzz, she heard keys in the front door. Footsteps. Shit.

Her body froze. The pleasure was shattered, replaced by panic. Heart hammering, she shoved the toy under the blanket and yanked up her jeans, zipping them up, just as the door swung open.

“Surprise!” Her mother stood in the doorway, smiling, then frowning. “Honey? Are you okay? You look flushed.”

“Mom! What are you doing home? I thought you were at Aunt Linda’s until tomorrow.”

“I finished work early. Wanted to see how your first day went.” She set her purse down. “I brought stuff for lasagna.”

She barely heard her. She sat rigid, praying her mother wouldn’t notice anything. “That’s… really nice,” she stammered. “I was just going to take a nap before doing some homework.”

Her mother eyed her. “Are you sick? You’re all red.” She sniffed. “Is that perfume? Is someone here?”

“What? No!” Too fast. “I, uh, tried a new body spray. Free sample from orientation.”

Her mother looked doubtful but let it go. She sat on the bed. “So, tell me about your classes. Meet anyone interesting?”

Her mother kept talking. She mumbled answers, hyperaware of the silent vibrator pressed against her thigh under the blanket.

Finally, her mother stood up. “I’ll let you freshen up before dinner. But I want details over lasagna!” She kissed her forehead and left.

The door clicked shut. She let out a shaky breath. With trembling hands, she pulled the toy from under the blanket and stared at it, stunned by her narrow escape. Relief warred with frustration. She was glad she hadn’t been caught, but her pussy still throbbed, wet and unsatisfied.

She glanced down and saw the dark patch on her panties, the slickness coating her inner thighs. Her body was still buzzing, desperate for release. She pressed her hand between her legs, feeling the heat, the wetness, and the ache that hadn’t faded. For a second, she considered sliding her fingers inside, just enough to take the edge off. She could grab the vibrator, finish what she started, and finally come. Her clit throbbed with every heartbeat, begging for attention.

But footsteps echoed from the kitchen. Pots clattered. Her mother was just downstairs, moving around, close enough to hear any sound. The risk was too high. She forced herself to pull her hand away, biting back a groan of frustration. She shoved the toy into her nightstand drawer, promising herself she’d finish later, once the house was quiet.

She went to the bathroom and splashed cold water on her face. Her pupils were huge, cheeks flushed.

Dinner smelled amazing, but all she could think about was the slick heat between her thighs and the throbbing ache that wouldn’t let up. She sat at the kitchen table, picking at her lasagna while her mother chatted animatedly across from her.

“So, tell me everything!” her mother said, serving a steaming slice onto her plate. “Did you meet anyone interesting? Any cute boys in your classes?”

She forced a smile, trying to sound normal. “Yeah, I met a few people. It was… a lot, honestly. The campus is huge. I got lost twice just trying to find the library.”

Her mother laughed. “You’ll get the hang of it. I remember my first day; I was terrified. But you’re braver than I ever was.”

She nodded, but her mind was drifting. I wish I were braver. I wish I’d just finished. I was so close. I need it so badly. She shifted in her seat, feeling the wetness inside her panties, the way her clit throbbed every time she remembered the toy buzzing against her. God, if she knew what I was really thinking about right now…

Her mother kept talking, asking about professors, classmates, and what she wanted to major in. She answered on autopilot, giving vague replies. “My English professor seems nice. There’s a lot of reading. I think I’ll like it.” I’d rather be reading something filthy right now. Or just getting fucked. That’s all I can think about. That hard cock in my cunt, stretching me, filling me up. I want it so much it hurts.

Her mother poured her a glass of water. “You look flushed, honey. Are you sure you’re not coming down with something?”

She shook her head quickly. “No, I’m fine. Just tired. It was a long day.” I’m not sick; I’m just desperate. I need to get out of here. I need to get upstairs, shut the door, and come so hard I forget my own name.

Her mother smiled, oblivious. “You’re doing great, sweetheart. I’m proud of you.”

She tried to smile back, but her thoughts were a mess. If only you knew what I’m about to do the second I’m alone. I’m going to shove that toy inside me and fuck myself until my legs shake. I want to imagine it’s him, whoever he is, pounding into me, making me scream. I want to come so bad I can’t stand it.

She forced herself to eat, swallowing mechanically, barely tasting the food. Every minute felt like torture, every question from her mother a fresh reminder that she wasn’t upstairs, wasn’t naked, and wasn’t coming. Please, just let this end. Let me go. I need it. I need it now.

Finally, her mother stood up and started clearing the plates. “Why don’t you go relax? I’ll take care of the dishes. You’ve had a big day.”

Relief flooded her. “Thanks, Mom. I think I’ll do that.” Thank fuck. I’m going to cum so hard I see stars.

She hurried from the table, her heart pounding, already picturing herself sprawled out on her bed, legs spread, toy buzzing, finally getting the release she’d been denied all evening.

This time, she closed the door and wedged a chair under the handle as backup, her only real defence, since she still didn’t have a lock on the door. Her mother was glued to the TV downstairs. She grabbed the pink vibrator from the drawer, her hands shaking with anticipation.

She stripped naked, tossing her clothes in a careless heap on the floor. The cool air hit her bare skin, raising goosebumps along her arms and thighs. Her nipples hardened instantly, tight and aching. She lay back on her bed, legs spread wide, not bothering with covers or any attempt at modesty. The ache between her legs was almost unbearable now, a deep, throbbing need that had only grown stronger since her earlier interruption.

She ran her fingers through her folds, feeling how slick and swollen she still was. God, I’m soaked. I need this so fucking bad. She circled her clit, shivering at the jolt of sensation. Her mind flashed back to earlier, how close she’d been, how her body had been right at the edge before her mother ruined everything. I should have just finished. I should have risked it. Fuck, I can’t wait anymore.

She pressed two fingers inside herself, feeling her inner muscles grip them tightly. She fucked herself slowly, savouring the stretch and the slippery friction, her hips lifting off the bed to chase the feeling. It’s not enough. I need more. I need to be filled. I need to be fucked hard.

She grabbed the vibrator, pressed the head against her clit, and switched it on. The first burst of vibration made her gasp, her hips jerking up involuntarily. She turned the speed higher, wanting it rough, wanting to lose herself in the intensity. The rabbit ears buzzed against her clit, relentless and sharp, while she slid the shaft inside, filling herself completely. Yes. Yes. That’s it. Fill me. Stretch me. Fuck me.

She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She imagined a faceless lover, strong hands gripping her hips, a hard cock pounding into her, stretching her open, fucking her deep. I want to be used. I want to be taken. I want to be fucked until I can’t think. The toy became him, thick and unyielding, hitting her just right with every thrust.

Harder. Deeper. Don’t stop. Make me come. I want to come so hard I can’t breathe.

Her free hand moved to her breasts, grabbing and kneading, pinching her nipples until she whimpered. She squeezed her thighs around the toy, grinding her hips up to meet it, desperate for more. Look at me. Watch me. See how needy I am. How desperate I am to come for you. The idea of being caught, of being seen like this, made her even wetter.

She turned the vibrator up to its highest setting, the sensation almost too much, her clit throbbing, oversensitive and raw. She pressed the toy harder, fucking herself faster, chasing the release she’d been denied earlier. Her breath came in short, desperate pants. She bit down on her pillow, muffling her cries, knowing her mother was still awake downstairs. Don’t make a sound. Don't scream. Don’t get caught. Just come. Please, just let me come.

Her mind was a blur of images, hands, mouths, hard bodies pressing her down, filling her up, using her until she broke apart. Fuck me. Fill me. Make me yours. I want to scream. I want to beg. I want to come so fucking hard. Her muscles clenched, her toes curled, and her back arched off the bed. She was right there, teetering on the edge, every muscle straining.

Now. Please. Let me come. I need it. I need it now. 

Then it hit her, her orgasm crashing through her, violent and unstoppable. Her legs shook uncontrollably, her pussy clenching around the toy, slick and pulsing. She moaned into the pillow, her whole body jerking with every wave of pleasure. She kept the vibrator pressed tight to her clit, riding out the aftershocks until she was spent, limp and gasping for breath.

She let the toy fall from her hand, her body twitching with the last tremors of release. Sweat slicked her skin, her heart hammering in her chest. For the first time since college started, she felt truly relaxed, every muscle loose, every thought quiet.

She lay there, grinning at the ceiling, utterly spent. That’s what I needed. That’s what I deserve. College is hell, but at least I’ve got this.

As long as I remember to lock the damn door.