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Holy shit, what just happened? We sat in suspended pleasure, our ecstasy overwhelming. Once it passed, my hips started to move again, reflexively, as the heat slowly simmered off. Her body relaxed as well, and I slowly pulled out, watching as my enormous meat showed itself once more, covered in her sticky fluids.

She turned her head and looked at me, catching her breath.

“Wow,” she gasped. “That was amazing.”

Through my own daze, I smiled and nodded. “Damn right it was. I can’t wait to do it again. Just give me twenty minutes to reload.”

Abby looked at me wildly and then burst into laughter. I grinned too, grabbing onto her curvy form and rolling her into my arms. Our lovemaking was wild, and yet fun and lighthearted too. Hands down, this girl was absolutely amazing, and all I wanted was more.

12

Abby

Ilocked my car, my flip flops in my hand, and a smile on my face. My knees felt weak, and my hair, I was sure, looked like it was out of a bad 80’s flick. I didn’t care because I just had the best night of my life. Ryder and I made love four times, and I didn’t even think about leaving his bed until the next morning. He made me breakfast in bed suggesting all the fun things we could do that day. I was just astonished he still wanted me to hang out.

After all, he’s a busy physician. Not only was he subbing for Dr. McNamara, but he’d picked up extra shifts at the local hospital too. To me, it sounded like two jobs, and it basically was.

“How do you do it?” I asked as his phone went off.

He grabbed it and smiled ruefully.

“You get used to working like a dog,” he said. “It’s okay, Gorgeous. We’ll go out again.”

I groaned, getting my stuff together to go. As I left, he pecked my lips with a devilish smile.

“I promise, we’ll go out again Abby. Soon.”

My heart fluttered and I got into my car, driving in a daze. But now, I was back to real life. As I passed by the back of my mom’s house toward the stairs to my apartment, I could see my mom giving my sister a kiss on the head, heading out for weekend overtime. I didn’t want her to notice the state I was in so I hurried up to the apartment and shut the door just as she came around the corner. Breathing heavily from the sprint up the stairs, I leaned against the doorway, a smile pulling on my lips.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I pulled it out, seeing a text from Ryder. “Don’t forget. Next weekend we are going away. I’ll plan it. Be ready for a good time.”

I giggled like schoolgirl and raced to my room, changing my clothes. I stopped suddenly in front of the mirror, seeing my wild hair and smudged makeup. So that was the walk of shame look that Mary had talked about so many times. I straightened my shoulders and tilted my head back. Well, I was going to wear it like a badge of honor. It was a walk of a woman who just experienced the most erotic night of her life. I didn’t know how anyone could ever top it.

Skipping into my bathroom, I grabbed my hairbrush and pulled it through the tangles. I needed a shower, but I also was bursting at the seams to talk to someone about everything that had happened. Mary was out of town on some retreat with her family. She had bitched about it for months knowing she couldn’t have her phone, internet, or any other electronic device that could take the burden of her family away.

So instead, I pulled my hair back in a ponytail, brushed my teeth, and headed down to grab something to eat and hopefully corner my sister. Melody and I were never close, except for when she was tiny and had to rely on me for care. Then, as a teenager, she acted almost like she resented me. There was always a competitive vibe when it came to her, and for no reason either. But I guess that’s just how it is between sisters. Melody was like me in some ways, but in others, she struggled.

After all, I’m the girl with a smile on my face. I have a naturally sunny disposition and am rarely ever down. Melody wasn’t like that. My mom always said it was her teenage years and that she would grow out of it, but I’m not sure about that. Melody has been broodingsincebeforeshe even hit puberty. She went through phase after phase, trying to find her place in the world. I tried to tell her that things would get better but she hates my advice. Melody doesn’t think I’m old enough to be even giving advice.

Plus, our values are different. For a while she begged my mom for designer clothes and bags, trying to fit in with the popular girls and the jocks. We just weren’t equipped financially to support that. Then she got in with the goths, wearing fishnets and short skirts, dying her hair blue at her friends’ houses, and wearing more eyeliner then was healthy. Luckily, that phase was short lived. I thought she had started to settle in with a more normal persona, but I quickly realized she had pretty much just given up.

Yet after seventeen years of struggling with my sister and having her tell me she hated me a million times, I still have hope for a better relationship. As I walked in the door she glanced up and then back down at whatever book she was reading that day and didn’t say a word.

“Good morning,” I chirped at her, trying to seem positive and normal.

She grumbled something incoherent. I grabbed a coffee cup off the shelf and poured some joe. Then, locating a yogurt and a croissant, I sat down at the table across from my sister. I glanced at her as I fixed my coffee.

“Not out and about with friends today?”

It was more of a rhetorical question. My sister doesn’t have very many friends, and the ones she did have were wishy washy. Sometimes they were there for her, but sometimes they blew her off. I didn’t have a ton of friends either, but at least my friends were real.

She looked up and then back down.

“Obviously not.”

I ignored her snotty tone, hoping she would shift gears when she realized I wasn’t a threat. “So, I went on a date last night.”

I could see her eyes stop moving with the words on the pages, and then start again, trying not to show she cared.