Short Fiction: Mighty Wireless Mouse

The oddest thing: the wireless mouse that came with my refurbished laptop. I never use a mouse with a laptop; I prefer the trackpad. I picked it up and it buzzed and shivered between my fingertips. I dropped the mouse back into the box, intending to return it, and turned on the laptop.

"Establishing BlueTooth connections," popped up. I frowned.

"Found: Mighty Wireless Mouse." I tried to click Cancel but the trackpad wasn't working. I got the mouse out of the box and ran it over my thigh to get the arrow to hover over Cancel but, somehow, the notification window disappeared before I could.

I was starting to get frustrated.

I opened up System Preferences, trying to ignore the the vibrations from the mouse against my thigh. I didn't really have anything else to move the mouse against, as I was sitting in a chair and the laptop took up the width of the folding table, one of those little things people use for eating dinner while watching TV.

I looked for a way to turn the trackpad on, but everything indicated it should be operational and there was no equivalent of an on/off switch. They'd obviously sent the mouse along because they knew the trackpad didn't work. I sighed, trying to decide whether to just ship the whole thing back or start making phone calls and sending e-mails. I shouldn't have ordered a refurbished laptop.

The screensaver came up; a swirly thing with pretty colors. The mouse buzzed pleasantly against my thigh. I tried to get the screen back by rolling the mouse up my thigh but it just moved the center of the swirls down the screen. My eyes followed the center involuntarily, then continued to look down, until they closed, and all that was left was the afterimage of the swirls and the lovely feeling of the mouse vibrating near my hip.

I must have napped. When I awoke, the mouse was buzzing wonderfully against my crotch and I was squirming against the slight press of it, trying to increase the pleasure of it. I realized my hands were on my breasts, massaging them. When did that happen? I gasped as I tweaked my own nipples and happily decided it didn't matter; I was horny and that was that. I took off my bra and shirt so I could play with my tits more easily.

I noticed the little red light next to the camera lens and paused, puzzled, but the movement of the screensaver caught my eyes. I couldn't stop looking at it; the colors were perfect, the movement neither too fast nor too slow. It somehow made me feel things; made me feel hornier. I matched the gyration of my hips to its swirls and curls and slowly realized the pace made the mouse's vibrations stronger. I realized the mouse was even better than my favorite vibrator. And it was wireless. I was so wet, so needy, and the mouse was perfect for my needs.

Still watching the screensaver, I grabbed the mouse in one hand and stood to unbutton and remove my jeans. I slid the mouse between my clit and my undies. It felt so good! I circled my hips, trying to find the best angle, to make it even better, and stopped once my hips were pushed out, toward the laptop. The mouse's vibrations increased in intensity. I squealed and bucked my hips, fucking an invisible something, and the wireless mouse responded by ratcheting up the buzzing even more. I gasped as I came, closing my eyes. The afterimage of the whirling colors swam behind my eyelids and I knew it was the screensaver, as much as the mouse, that had given me an orgasm.

Best orgasm ever. Best refurbished laptop ever. I was in love with the Mighty Wireless Mouse.

I gasped with pleasure when I realized I'd said that aloud.

The mouse quieted down and the screensaver let me nap. When I woke up, I knew exactly what I had to do. I called my friend and neighbor, Abby, and asked her if she wanted to see my new-to-me laptop.