We follow Donna Curvilinea and her sleek transition. A new state, a new city, a new home. Jeffery a friend since highschool. The short, geeky, hippie type. They'd managed to stay in touch. Somehow through distance and the space of time. They'd graduated their relationship from friends to best friends. Platonic.
They'd known each other for only the first two years of high school. After which Jeffery's parents thought it best to move their family for the sake of his father's career.
Upon turning 18 his parents had deemed it fit to bestow upon Jeremy his own abode. He'd chosen a spacious two story colonial home in an active suburb. The house was that of a little girls doll house on the outside, Well almost.
Donna stood beside her jalopy that she'd worked very hard for oogeling the house. It was covered in white siding with big charcoal shutters adorning the windows. The house had five large windows in the front. One on each side of the door and three evenly spaced above it.
The door was the oddest thing about the place. It radiated a dandelion yellow. The yellow door felt like a middle finger to the normality of the neighborhood. Oddly comforting to Donna.
She hadn't much time to take it in before her good friend was beside her. Having heard her car from half a mile away. He'd greeted her by sheepishly kissing her cheek and soon after making for her bags in the trunk. They were few but very heavy. He'd have to make at least two trips.
"Follow me! You'll have to forgive me. I have time to show you to your room then I have to run. I'll be back in just a few hours"
After heaving a large pink tattered duffel over his shoulder he headed quickly into the home and up the mahogany stair case almost directly in front of the door. Down a wide hall two doors to the left was to be her room. Jeffery stepped in ahead of her huffing from the weight of her bag.
He'd dropped the bag just inside the door and hurried outside for the rest. The room was immaculate. It was furnished with a wide dresser accompanied by a mirror atop it, an armoire two nightstands and a desk. Everything solid oak. In the center of the far wall rested a high queen sized bed topped with fluffy white bedding and a mountain of pillows.
It was all hers now. Her fresh start. Before Jeff could get the last of her bags in, Donna had began to eagerly unpack. She figured that the sooner she could complete this task the more tangible it would become to her.
"Feel free to roam around, make yourself at home, everything here belongs to us now so get familiar". Jeff's last words before skating off.
Donna had never had a whole room to herself. She decided she should spend time becoming aquatinted with the feeling of having her own space first. She'd tour the house on Jeff's return.
She made quick work of unpacking her things. Her next item was to stretch out on the bed. She'd never slept in a bed so big.
The bed was high enough for her to have to bounce a bit to sit off the edge. It delighted her. Laying in the middle of the bed she had enough space to stretch out her arms and legs and still not be hanging over. This quickly brought her to tears.
A range of emotions flooded her. First excitement, then anxiety, then happiness, then arousal. The softness of the blanket beneath her heightened her arousal.
Her hands being thirsty for her began to explore her body. The only familiar thing to her in the last few hours. Encircling her nipples atop her soft cotton crop top. She'd neglected to put underwear on because she'd been in such a rush to leave that morning. The smell of fresh air, of a fresh environment. It did something else to her.
Her wet was wetter than normal. Her nipples were more firm than normal. Her body was more ready than normal.
Donna had finished unpacking in this new place. A strange room, in a strange house. Yet it felt so normal, so natural for her to reach beside the bed into the unblemished nightstand beside it that was now hers. To retrieve her favorite vibrator, that she had just put away moments before.
One firm touch on a small round impression on the side of the small vibrator made it buzz to life. The low buzz it made somehow enchanted her. Made her clit ready for it. Ravenous for it. She'd recently learn to tease herself, and that's just what she did. Smoothly and methodically hiking her skirt up over her voluptuous hips; She, aiming to delay her pleasure for enjoyment placed a finger right beside her clit and begin to circle. Slowly. Her fingers gliding easily around aided by her wetness. The small purple vibrator following closely behind. She'd pressed the impression two more times by then. Ramping the vibrator up to its highest intensity. 5 seconds. That's all it took. 5 seconds before she had exploded her cum on her skirt herself and the fluffy white blankets beneath her. Her orgasm so intense that the only thing able to follow it was a deep sleep.
Her first taste of ecstasy in her new home.
..... Meanwhile from Donna's closet; that she had visited earlier, stood a gorilla. Not an actual gorilla of course but a tall slender Man in a gorilla suit. Pleasuring himself. He had watched her climax while stroking his ten inch cock from the closet. Stroking quickly to her exuberant moans. Holding one hand over his mouth to quiet himself. He had not wanted to give himself away. Had not wanted to frighten the girl. He'd watched her nipples rise with every breath. Heard the wetness between her legs. Witnessed her squirt across the room.
He had managed to cum at the same time as sweet Donna. This somehow connected him to her. Intertwined them together. Her ecstasy was also his. But only he would know it....for now.
Want to hear the rest of the story. Want to know who the gorilla is and why he's in the closet? How he got there... How did Donna get to this place in her life? What's going on with her? What's up with jeffrey? Well it's all in my head. If you would like to see the story unfold, like and comment.