I Still Need It [FM] [Vibrator] [Single mum]

Standing in the rain Janet watches as James waves back at her, his little face shining in the gloom. Dropping her hand back to her side she breathes out a held breath as her baby boy steps into school. The rain taps on her brolly and wind tugs at it as she stands alone, missing him already.

The chatty crowd of parents began to disperse and she puts her hand in her jacket pocket and turns to away to walk down the street, back home. The is a small gaggle of chatting mothers that she squeezes past taking care not to bump into stray pushchairs or toddlers.

It is only a short walk home but her hand feels cold without him holding tight. Janet passes the shops not looking into the windows that announce big sales. Creeping along the dying high-street she turns away from a packed café the sent of fat heavy in the air. Holding her breath she hurries on past and braces herself for the uphill struggle.

Home is at the top, not far but its welcome sight is dull and empty. Key in the door she stands rain hitting her cold hand and tears running down to her collar. Safely inside she drinks tea and ignores the tv until it is time for lunch. A salad with cake for a snack she sits on the sofa and takes her time each mouthful as tasty as ever.

Janet picks up her phone then puts it down, over the space of an hour she leaves it in different places around the room. Walking back to the sofa she sits and closing her eyes tries to clear her mind.

Leaving the bed Janet brushes her hair pulling it back into a tail. She feels better for it but still needs to kill more time. She puts her things away where they won’t be found and heads down the stairs; the tv still mindlessly shouting at an empty room. Feeling lighter she drains a warm tea and watches the clock.

It is almost time to leave and putting on her rain jacket she picks up the barely dry brolly from by the door and heads out into the still damp and dreary world. This walk was always quickest. She was always early. So she stands rain tapping on her brolly and waits by the school gate. Then her wait given meaning as her ray of sunshine runs to her.

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A week later and the same old routine passes for a new day. Janet stands in her spot; early, with heavy rain falling on her brolly the sound occasionally drowned out by the passing of cars. Rain bounces up off the sodden ground splashing her knees but she stands eyes on the door. James was almost always first out. She looks at her watch, still ten minuets.

The is the usual small gaggle of women by the old tree using its branches as a terrible weather break. Janet looks away from them and waits for her child to run up and bring his warmth. Her hand is trembling in her jacket pocket and she wiggles her fingers tempting warmth into them.

The distant chime of a church bell rings out and moments later the school door is pushed open by a tired looking teacher. She has the start of a smile on her lips and then he comes running splashing in the puddles. Feeling his warmth hand in hand they walk up the road and buy a snack to help with the uphill struggle.

They make it with ease as she is all but dragged up the hill by James, his little hand so strong. She listens about his day at school and smiles, his voice though small holds so much love. At home it is cartoon time and they watch together until it is time to slip away into the kitchen and make dinner.

They eat and then he plays and it is soon time for bed. Bath time tantrum done he hugs her and is tucked up in bed; the long day of fun over again. She tuns off his light and lingers in the doorway and sees him drifting off to calm and blessed sleep.

On the sofa glass of wine half drunk, Jane has had enough and makes moves to head off to bed. After checking in on him she crawls into the large empty bed her day over.

After looking up at the dark ceiling for too long she moves. Quickly finding her well hidden goods, she relaxes with hands under she sheets and mouth shut trying to keep as quiet as possible.

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Same as ever Jane stands by the school gate rain falling heavy on her and the world. Turning away her path is blocked by the mess of pushchairs and parents. Looking past them she catches the eye of a man and he smiles wistfully standing under his umbrella. Their eyes linger on each other then she looks away face red.

In his bed she rocks back and forth her body against his. He holds her tight and she moans, digging nails in to his back she pants and the sensation of fullness is wonderful. Bodies pressed together her lust is met by his and he moves faster.

They kiss as their hips touch, hands on his head she keep him down as his body moves. Legs wide, her body shudders and body pressed to body she opens her eyes wide and looks at him as she climaxes. Her tears wash away the fantasy.

Rolling about on her bed the toy falls from her crotch as it slips through tired fingers. The sheets ruined she stills, her body covered in sweat. Laying back the buzzing by her legs is drowned out by the haze of pleasure, as she drifts through the lonely afternoon.

It is almost time to go pick him up and so dressed and clean her vibrator hidden away again Janet sets off. The sun is shining through rain drops on the windows as she walks to the school, the air is clear and rolled up brolly in hand she smiles. At the gate she crouches down as James runs up bag in hand and a smile on his face. She picks him up and turning is face to face with the man from the morning.

Blushing she turns to go but is stopped by a word. She slowly turns to face him and putting on a smile they chat idly giving time for the others to move off and clear the way. James holds tight to her and after a few minuets he waves over her shoulder as the man’s daughter comes over. They part and enjoying the sun they walk home.

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The clouds threaten rain as she lets go of James’ hand and he walks off next to his friend. Janet waves and the man does the same, their children stepping into school together. Silence stretches before them and making an excuse she heads off home, pushing between the usual crowd of chattering mums.

At home she falls on her bed and frustrated almost by instinct reaches for her vibrator. The tv sounds loud from downstairs and she looks a the clock. Still morning and already reaching for her toy. Its vibrations feel good and she tries to relax as she holds in in deep.

The afternoon passes as she lays on her bed legs shaking and her body tired. Holding up her toy she looks at it and wonders just why she still needs it. Letting it drop she gets out of the bed and almost an hour early heads off to school to wait somewhere she doesn’t hate as much.

After walking slow through the town she is a lone figure as she makes it to the gate. Agitated she looks about in vain for a distraction and does a double take as she see him. Hands in pockets he walks with shoulders hunched and an air of despondency about him. He looks so different. She watches him get slowly closer and then he looks up startled to see her.

They hesitantly stop and start a few times; but eventually they pass the time with idle chat until other parents arrive, the usual crowd gathering. She smiles and he laughs and as the bell chimes they look from each other to the door. Their children come out together and run up to them.

Holding hands they walk away and together decide to stop and grab a drink. The children are delighted by the idea and soon they all sit in a café. Holding warm drinks and each others gaze they talk about the plight of single parenthood and the love they have for their children. Going unspoken, but well known by both of them is hole they both have in their soul, which they long to fill.

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Their children run off to school hand in hand, Janet watches them go and then looks to Mike who smiles the same one as her. They have watched their little rays of light disappear, but still smiling they turn and walk away hand in hand. It is a longer walk home now but with no hill to sap her strength they arrive still fresh.

A drink in hand they sit and chat before they get on with their day; it passes quickly as they work and they let the old baseless worries pass them over. No longer thinking just about what is missing, they enjoy each others company as they eat lunch and she looks at him with a grin. He returns it and soon both laughing and discarding clothing they make their way to their bed.

She lays back and he makes her feel things she could never have alone. They pant and moan and soon she has his body on hers the feeling inside perfect. Face to face they make their love, both giving and taking they share what they once missed. The warmth is perfect and she holds to him tight as he fills her.

On the bed naked and relaxed she realizes that this is what she needed. Hand in his she squeezes and looking at the clock jumps up. Rushing they dress and head out to wait at their spot by the gate needing to be there when they come running out.

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