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Moving boxes stare me in the face like the ominous ghosts of the future. Stacked two and three boxes high I have no idea where to start and I?m thinking about procrastinating one more night. But I desperately need to settle into my new Chicago life sooner rather than later.Only six weeks ago, I was back at home in Denver, celebrating Christmas surrounded by family members, stuffing my face with homemade food, unwrapping gifts, and singing carols. Then ringing in the New Year with friends I have had my whole life.Now, I am here in Chicago. Alone. And it is time to start being an adult. Alone. Sigh.On February 11th, I got on a plane and headed to Chicago to start my dream job, leaving all my family and friends behind. Today is February 13th, Valentine?s Day is tomorrow, and I obviously have no one to celebrate with ? I am alone AGAIN! And my new job starts on February 14th so it?s not like I can go paint the town red anyway. *Even if I wasn?t ALONE.Here I am sitting, alone, in my tiny apartment that smells a bit like moldy cheese. *There are dank white walls, dim light struggles to shine from a single light bulb hanging from a hole in the ceiling, and then there are the boxes, so many boxes.It?s almost as if the last six weeks were in Ultra High-Def color, and now I am in a black and white film.?Ok Kate, time to move forward. One step at a time,? I cajole myself. ?First, music. Second, nourishment. Third, start unpacking. Good plan.? And I literally pat myself on the back and smile.Locating the box labeled Living Room, I unearth the Bose speaker, connect Spotify, and am rocking out to Pink in no time.Music ? Check.Dinner? I am not going to the grocery store, so pizza it is! *With the help of Google, I find a place that delivers, with a five-star rating, and place my order.Nourishment ? Check.Now unpack ? ugh.I decide to start in the kitchen during the ninety-minute wait for dinner. I grab the first Kitchen box in sight and fall into an easy rhythm to ?So What,? and am dancing around the kitchen putting away silverware, Tupperware, pots, and pans. Before long the kitchen is done.Wow, I?m amazing! I laughed at myself. Shit, I?m also horny.Thinking back, I haven?t had sex in three months and haven?t had good sex in twelve months. My ex-boyfriend, Brad, became increasingly distant over this past year until we ultimately broke up in early December. I know he cheated on me, but to this day, he will not admit it.I could tell though.* For five years, Brad had been the most attentive boyfriend; never missing an anniversary, always putting me first, making sure my every emotional and sexual need was bahis siteleri (http://www.pongp.com/) met first. But this last year things all changed. And I knew it was because his light was shining on someone else.Stop it, Kate! We are not going to think about Brad. This is a brand-new start.I am a woman of the twenty-first century, and I do not need a man to take care of my needs! No, I just need to find the box where I put the vibrator among this mountain of boxes.Dang it, I didn?t exactly write Sex Toys on the outside of the box, so this may be tricky.The unyielding hunt began and twenty minutes later I still have not found my treasure. I take a step back to strategize which box to open next. I am hotter in more ways than one; I strip down to my sports bra and boy briefs to take care of the temperature, but only that vibrator is going to take care of the fire between my legs.A few minutes later the doorbell rings. Oh, maybe the pizza guy could be my Valentine, I consider briefly.And then it rings again. Wow, impatient pizza guy, I think rolling my eyes.Well, if he is that impatient, he gets this ugly picture, I decide, regarding my ample 42DD breast, too compressed in the sports bra, and my soft, pudgy belly not compressed enough by the boy briefs. Oh well, it?s not like we will ever see each other again anyway.Swinging the door open, I find what I can only describe as a handsome rugged looking cowboy straight off the set of Yellowstone but dressed like he just walked home from a Saks Fifth Avenue photo shoot. And to top it all off, he is wearing a plastic hat adorned with ?Happy Valentine?s Day? and hearts springing out the sides.The word juxtaposition comes to mind.?You forgot the pizza,? I chide.?I?m sorry,? he mutters.?The pizza. Where is my pizza?? I repeat. ?Aren?t you the pizza guy??As his eyes rise from my body to my face, he finds his footing and says, ?What? No, no. Uh?I am Matthew. Your neighbor from 2D.??NEIGHBOR! Oh, crap on a cracker!? I slam the door in Matthew?s face and quickly redress in my yoga pants and sweatshirt, then return to the door. I open the door just as Matthew?s hand was raised ready to knock again. But this time he is joined by a pimple-faced teenage kid in a red T-shirt and ripped-up jeans.Before I can even open my mouth, Matthew jumps in, ?Good evening, this fine young gentleman is Bryce, and he has your Valentine?s Day Eve feast.? At this Bryce hands me the pizza, I hand him the tip and he leaves, likely thinking we are looney tunes.?And I am Matthew, your neighbor from two doors down. It is lovely to meet you and welcome to the building, Miss ?.??Holding the pizza in canlı bahis siteleri (http://www.pongp.com/) my left hand, I extend my right hand for a greeting, ?Hi, sorry for that confusion. I?m Kate. It is very nice to meet you.? With that, I open the door wider inviting Matthew into the apartment while I drop the pizza in the kitchen.?So, Kate, I did have a purpose in coming here. A few of us in the building that are alone this Valentine?s Day and feel that it is a Hallmark holiday meant to force single people into eating too much chocolate, are having an impromptu Valentine?s Day Eve party down in the lobby and I am tasked with inviting everyone on the second floor.* Grab any snacks or drinks you want and let?s go, new neighbor!?Looking around my cave of an apartment, I consider the invitation. He is quite handsome, but I have a plan? music, nourishment, and unpacking. I have only done one room, plus I REALLY need to find that vibrator. Having Matthew look at me in my bra and panties, has only served to make my lower lips swell with excitement and now I can feel the damp spot in my briefs growing bigger. I can smell that light scent of sex and wonder if he can too.?Matthew, I really appreciate the invite, but I have so much to do tonight,? I gesture to the boxes. ?Plus, I am not great in crowds, and I don?t know anyone.??Well, all this is going to be hereafter one of the coolest parties of the year,? he says sarcastically, repeating my gesture at the boxes. ?You know me now,? he winks and gives me a coy smile. ?And I will introduce you to everyone else. Does that cover all your excuses? Good! I will be back in thirty minutes. It?s kinda casual, kinda dressy. Be ready.?Matthew kisses my hand and is gone before I can even begin to protest.?Ok,? I sigh, ?I guess this is happening.? But I am smiling inside.Then I think, Kinda casual, kinda dressy. What the heck does that mean?~~~~~~~~~~~~Taking a deep breath, I luckily find the Bathroom box easily and grab all my shower essentials. I have just enough time to wash off the sweat and do a quick shave; I will have to go with a playful ponytail tonight.As I am rummaging clear to the bottom of the box searching for the razor blade, I find my hidden treasure and not a moment too soon. I had put everything sex-related in a floral makeup bag back in Denver as a precaution when my parents helped me pack. I didn?t really feel like discussing my dildos with my dad!Inside the bag is a trove of goodies; lube, my bullet, my rabbit, a few condoms, and a random pair of edible panties ? a giveaway from a bachelorette party that I should probably throw away. I grab a razor canlı bahis (http://www.pongp.com/) blade from the box and the bullet from the bag, hoping that it still has a charge, and hop in the shower.Thinking about Matthew kissing my hand, my clit is so swollen I only get to the medium setting before the vibrations are rippling from between my legs, up to my nipples, and down deep into my abdomen where an orgasm starts and climbs fast. It shakes me like an earthquake. I am so overcome I lean against the shower wall for a moment to catch my breath.Holy Wow, I needed that!But time is flying by, and Matthew will be here soon. Thirty minutes later I have cum, showered, exchanged the sports bra and boy briefs for matching black and white polka dot push up bra and thong, and put on the one dress I have in my luggage; a floral wrap dress that accentuated my cleavage and waist, but covers up my tummy and hips.I am truly a twenty-first century independent woman!A little makeup, my favorite red lipstick and diamond studs finish off my ensemble. When I look in the mirror, I shrug my shoulder and say to no one in particular, ?This is as good as it gets, I suppose.?With that, the doorbell rings, and then it rings again.?What the hell?? I mutter as I open the door and then louder to Matthew as he stands in front of me.?What the hell? Why do you ring the bell twice???Hi again, nice to see you.? He says in sarcastic kindness. ?Mine is broken and you have to press it twice, isn?t yours??, walking into my apartment, without invitation.?No, mine works just fine. You only need to press it once.??Ok, well then from now on when it rings twice you will know it?s me,? again with the wink and the coy smile.Is he flirting with me? Guys don?t flirt with me. No, he is just being funny.?Uh?ok, well I don?t really have anything to take with me. I haven?t been to the grocery store yet.??No worries, I got you covered. I hope you like red wine, Pinot Noir.??That?s perfect.?Matthew starts to open the door, but then stops to turn and look back at me. The funny and flirtation is gone from his voice, replaced with a sincere tone, ?You look stunning tonight. You were beautiful earlier too. I sure hope I get to see more of you soon.?Holy crap, he is flirting! It?s a good thing I found that vibrator, but still, one drink, and I am going to jump him in the stairway, I thought, hoping he couldn?t see how hard my nipples were.But I reply with as much confidence as I could muster, ?Well, it?s a good thing you feel that way because I am going to be attached to your hip all night. Do Not Leave Me!?The wink and the smile return, ?That?s not exactly what I meant. But don?t worry, I won?t let you out of my sight.?The air in my apartment is so thick with sexual tension, Matthew?s words hang like flower petals frozen in time. We each take a breath and Matthew says, ?We had better go.?