Chapter 6

When Krystal got home, the first thing she did was kick off her heels and strip off her clothes. She tossed her skirt and top into the hamper, followed by her panties. She made her way to her bed and flopped onto the mattress, her naked body pressed against the sheets.

She took a deep breath, her mind and body exhausted.

“I’m tired,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I’m so tired.”

She lay there for a moment, feeling the weight of the day press down on her, each thought and feeling swirling like a storm in her mind. The tears she had held back began to flow freely, dripping down her cheeks, dampening the pillow beneath her.

“I just want to feel normal,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she rolled onto her side, curling into a fetal position.

As she closed her eyes, the images from the day played in her mind like an unending loop. She thought of Evan and how his innocent curiosity had set off a wave of emotions she couldn’t control. She thought of Jasmine and her carefree attitude, the way she seemed to breeze through life with a smile and a laugh. She thought about Tom and how she didn’t even care that she had flashed him. She thought about the countless hours she spent in the office, doing mindless tasks, going through the motions without any real sense of purpose.

“I’m so tired of pretending,” she whispered into the darkness, her voice barely audible. She thought of the forced smiles and the small talk she had endured all day, how she had pushed down her true feelings to fit in. “Why can’t I just be real? Just be me?”

Suddenly, a wave of exhaustion washed over her like a heavy blanket, covering her while lying above her sheets. Krystal’s eyes struggled to stay open as the weight of her emotions bore down on her. She gasped as the last remnants of her thoughts started to slip away, and before she realized it, the world around her blurred.

In that moment, she felt a sudden, overwhelming sense of release, like a dam breaking. With a shuddering breath, her body gave her what she wanted, and sleep finally claimed her.

She woke a few hours later, the soft glow of the setting sun filtering through her bedroom window, casting warm hues across the room. Krystal slowly sat up, still feeling the weight of the day, but it was lighter than before. She swung her legs over the side of the bed and pushed herself to stand, the cool floor beneath her feet a welcome sensation.

“God, what a mess,” she muttered, noticing the streaks of mascara still staining her cheeks.

She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water heat up as she brushed her teeth. When the water was hot enough, she stepped in, letting the stream wash over her body, the heat relaxing her muscles.

As the water flowed over her skin, she reached for her shampoo, lathering her hair with the sweet smelling bubbles. She massaged her scalp, the gentle pressure releasing the remaining tension from her body. When she was done, she rinsed off and reached for the soap, lathering her body with the suds, the scent of her favorite body wash filling the air.

She washed herself methodically, her hands sliding over her smooth skin, her fingers brushing her breasts and her thighs, lingering for a moment on her pussy. She let out a small moan as she touched herself, her fingers sliding over her clit, her body responding to the stimulation.

She rubbed her clit slowly, her body warming at the sensation. She pressed her fingers against her sensitive bud, her breath catching in her throat as the pleasure built. She kept rubbing, her body shaking as the orgasm rippled through her, her pussy contracting as she cried out.

“Fuck,” she moaned, her fingers slowing as she came down from her high.

She turned and let the water fall over her face, washing away the last of her makeup and the tears that had dried on her cheeks. She leaned her head back and took a deep breath, letting the warmth soothe her.

“Much better,” she said, her voice still shaky from her orgasm.

She finished her shower and stepped out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around her body. She wiped the condensation from the mirror, and looked at her reflection, her long, wet hair hanging down her back.

“You made it.” She said, smiling faintly. “You’re okay.”

She blow dried her hair, not wanting to deal with the tangled mess if she left it wet, then grabbed her brush and ran it through her hair. When she was done, she applied her favorite lotion, the cool cream soothing her skin.

“There, all done,” she said, glancing in the mirror. “Now, to find some food.”

She made her way to the kitchen, her stomach growling, and opened the fridge, finding the same empty shelves staring back at her.

“Dammit,” she cursed.

She pulled out her phone and ordered delivery, choosing the same place she had ordered from every night that week. As she waited, she scrolled through her social media, not really paying attention, her thoughts drifting.

The knock on the door snapped her out of her daze.

“That was fast,” she muttered, surprised.

She walked over and opened the door, her eyes widening at the sight of the delivery guy.

“Wait, didn’t you deliver to me on Monday?” she asked, her voice rising slightly.

“Yes, ma’am.” He said, smiling nervously.

“You’re the one who touched my boobs.” Krystal said, remembering the moment.

“Uh, yes, ma’am. I apologize, I shouldn’t have-”

“It’s okay,” she interrupted. “I let you do it.”

“Right,” the delivery guy said, nodding, his eyes looking over the towel wrapped around her. “Thanks.”