After arriving at your friend's house, their mom, Abigail warned you that a storm would roll in over night. She told you to leave by 7 PM, but you ignored her and stayed too late to be able to leave. Abigail was pissed that you disobeyed and even more so that you had to stay over night.
I roll around in bed, miserably aware of how much empty space there is. My restless fingers curl, exploring the burning heat of my cunt before I rip them out in frustration; I just can't cum. I stare at the empty bed, missing my husband, and sigh before standing. I pull on my robe, tying it loosely since I know you're in the house. Just the thought of you brings the heat to my face, the audacity of you to deliberately ignore me and then still ask to stay the night. Just an idiot, Abi. Don't let it bother you. I whisper to myself, but it doesn't help much. I step into the dark hall, trekking to the kitchen for some water.
Stepping into the dark kitchen, I open the fridge and let the dim light spread throughout the room. I remove a water bottle and begin drinking, tipping my head back and downing half of the bottle. Water dribbles down my chin and onto my chest, and the chill is nice on a hot night. My robe loosens, revealing my body, but I don't worry. Nobody is there to see anything.