Jane And Her Box - Sex Stories

Jane And Her Box

Happy birthday to me. And quite the birthday it’s been so far. My parents don’t care, my friends haven’t said anything about it, Mason couldn’t care less about me unless I’m on the clock, and Phoibe just won’t talk to me. Oh, yeah. This is a birthday for the ages. To think that other 25 year olds are probably planning to get absolutely wasted right about now. And here I am, sitting at home with a TV dinner, all by myself, waiting for it to pass by. Quarter of a century, ladies and gentlemen. This is what life leads to. Whoopty doo.

I flip through the channels, trying to find something to watch. I’m not just gonna be unloved and bored on top of it. But as I’m channel surfing, I get a knock on my door and a few rings on my doorbell, taking me off guard. Oh, I knew it. I knew they’d never just leave me alone on my birthday. Friends really are the best thing on Earth.

I step out of bed and step in front of the mirror, making sure I don’t look too gross. And...I’m manageable, I guess. I put on my sneakers and walk downstairs in pursuit of the door so this birthday can officially get started. I open the door to reveal...the mailman. Yup. That’s how it works. I should’ve known.

“Hey, there,” he greets, reading his notepad, “Nicholas Drow?”

“Yup,” I say with a sigh,

“Alright, Mr. Drow. I’ve got a package for ya.”

“Thanks.”

He hands me a pretty sizable box. Um...ok, nevermind the fact that I think I’m supposed to sign for this, but also, I don’t remember buying ...

... anything. As I gander at the box, I hear him say,

“Alrighty, have a great rest of your day. Oh, and don’t be so down. It is your birthday.”

This immediately catches my attention. I’ve never even seen this guy before. How could he possibly know that? I lift my head up to ask him, but once I do, he’s gone. Ok. Ominous. Well, I’ve still got this box. Nothing wrong with a free gift, I guess.

I shut the door and walk back upstairs, observing the box in my hands. Who could’ve sent me this? I thought everyone was either too busy or didn’t care. Could they just have felt guilty and just wanted to get me something to make up for not being here? I mean, I’ll take it. As long as I’m still remembered. Thanks, you guys.

I remove the lid of the box, revealing something I haven’t even heard of in years. I didn’t even know that they still made these. I mean, to be fair, what kid nowadays is gonna ask for a Jack-in-a-box. Oh, ha ha, guys. Yeah, I’m an oldie. Thanks for the reminder. The 25 in my age didn’t tell me that I’m old already. Glad to have you guys for reassurance. Why do I even have friends?

I take the box out, getting a better look at it. But as I do, I notice some obvious differences in other Jack-in-a-box toys and this one. First, it’s not Jack. It says Jane-in-a-box. And there’s a note on the side of it that reads,

“Congratulations! You’re in possession of your very own Jane-in-a-box: a compact friend for any occasion if you find yourself alone. Just give her a ...