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Abby

In the morning, I rise totally transformed. I’m so… happy? I wonder when we’ll see each other again, but I don’t even have an idea how that would work out. Will he go to school in the morning again? Or maybe we’ll just run into one another. I don’t know.

On the weekdays I was occupied with school stuff and chores at home, so the weekend came quickly. I was disappointed to find out that Ve didn’t take the same bus to school even once. My head quickly filled with uncomfortable thoughts such as: He ditched you. He doesn’t care. But why would he do that? It was nice, wasn’t it? It felt like he liked it too.

Friday evening I’m online, chatting, when Stanley pings me.

Hey, babe, how’s life? How was the date? You liked it?

I consider Stan a friend. No more. I love him, though.

I can tell him.

He’s so sweet.

Sweet? Come on Abby, that’s no way to call a man. Give me some details!

He’s got a sexy voice. That voice in itself could make me come.

Whoops, that was a bit too much.

Right! So you like him?

He’s intriguing, so yes. We had a great time together.

You know what? Don’t kill me, plz, but Ve’s here. It’s him you’re talking to…

What the fuck?! How could he? I quickly scan through my responses. Not good. I didn’t want him to know what an effect he had on me. But, come to think about it, he might have already known.

Whatever, I think. But first, I need to make sure it’s really him. I ask him a question only he would know the answer to.

He answers correctly, so we proceed with the flirting.

You’re unbelievable!

What? I wanted to know.

Couldn’t you ask for yourself?

I kind of did that.

Well, yes… What’s next, though?

Want to tell me something?

I type in those words, and the answer isn’t a long time coming:

You have an amazing ass.

That’s a bit bewildering, to be honest.

Thanks, I knew you’d like it.

I click “send” and smile to myself. He likes me. Or, rather, he likes my ass, but that’s something, I guess, taking into consideration the fact that I used to feel self-conscious about it for years.

I’d like to kiss it.

My cheeks blush. He’s so direct and talks dirty just the way I like.

Maybe your dream will come true one day.

I’d like him to do it, if I’m to be honest, though the very thought makes my cheeks flush.

I wonder if you’re as sexy in the front…

More than you know.

It’s completely innocent, of course. It’s easier to talk like that online than directly… but it’s getting hot!

I bet you’re hairy down there.

What a thing to say! No, I’m not hairy. I never was.

Sorry to disappoint.

So you’re smooth? You shave?

Not entirely.

My imagination is aroused.

I hope not only your imagination.

So?

I can sense his impatience.

So I have what you call a landing strip.

I’m not sure if he’d get it, but I heard it called that once or twice and laughed inwardly at the comparison.

I’m hard!

Now that response turns me on. No boy has ever made me wet with words alone.

Sure, you’re always hard! lol

Not always.

Oops, I might have touched a nerve there.

Oh yeah? When?

I get a confirmation of what’s obvious at this point.

I’m hard when I think of you. I can’t control it. I think my dick likes you.

I hope so, I think. I’m imagining it right now. I wonder what it’s like. I let myself be pulled in by the fantasy. I’m even wetter now. Wow, that’s how this works? I wonder if he’s a virgin. Nah, not a chance.

You there???

Yeah, still here…

Why didn’t you write back?

I started fantasizing.

About me?

Wouldn’t you want to know…

Sure I would.

If you really have to know, yes, I was fantasizing about you.

And? What did you think about?

I was wondering how you look down there. And if you’re a virgin, though that second question is a rhetorical one.

Haha, how would you know?

I don’t know. You just look that way.

What way?

Like a guy who’s done many things in his life.

How about you? You a virgin?

I’m a bit embarrassed. I’m not sure if I’d like to share. But whatever.

I am. I’m sixteen. Still a couple of months until my seventeenth birthday. To answer your question, the next one I mean, I’ve also never been in a serious relationship. At least not serious enough to take it a step further.

As soon as I type this out, his response comes:

What do you mean, further?

Jesus, Ve. Further than kissing. Enough?

Sounds promising. And the way I look down there… maybe you’ll see for yourself one day.

I hope it’s going to be soon. So, are you a virgin or not?

I am.

That’s interesting. From what I heard and saw, I was sure he isn’t. But on the other hand, his energy seems so pure.

I don’t believe you.

The provocation is purposeful.

You don’t have to. But I know what I know.

If that’s the truth, I’m starting to like you even more.

Sounds promising. And the way I look down there… maybe you’ll see for yourself one day. I repeat my own words in my head. Jesus, I’m so turned on by that! I’d like to do it right now. But instead, I type:

Now, forgive me, but I need to go. Thinking of you made me all wet, and I wouldn’t want to stain the chair…

Now you did it. You should come here and help me blow off some steam! My dick’s going to stay hard ’til tomorrow! And I could use a kiss…

Maybe you’ll get one. Bye!

I switch the chat off. My cheeks are flushed. That was so sexy! I didn’t want to finish, but I needed to take a break. My parents are home. Better they don’t see me so horny.

I call Vicky and ask her to take a walk with me and the dog. I need some fresh air. Talking to Ve felt so good, so natural. We’re both equally fucked up and horny. When it comes to sex, we should be the perfect match. I can feel that already.

I go down to pick up my friend. I haven’t even managed to tell her anything when we leave the building. Immediately, I can feel his presence. I think I’m going crazy! But no, I’m not. I sweep the darkness with my eyes and see him. He’s on the other side of the street, watching me. He looks a bit taken aback by me noticing him there. My cheeks turn a deep red. Jesus, I hate it. You can see all my emotions on my face every time! Vicky sees him too and calls out: “Hi, Ve!”

She sends me a loaded look. Thank God she’s quick-witted.

“I’m going to the store. I’ll leave you two alone.”

She leaves at a brisk pace.

He walks over and says, “You don’t know what you’ve done, babe. You can’t play like that.”

I play dumb.

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I let Lola off the leash. Let her have her evening run. Then, I press my back against the railing by the entrance to the building. He shifts closer. Too close. My breath quickens. Ve doesn’t stop there. He pushes his knee between my legs, and then he slides between them. His hands land on the railing on both sides of me. His lips are hovering right above my ear, and his crotch brushes against my thigh. My heart is going to burst out of my chest. It’s beating frantically. My head is spinning. I can feel him, although only through his pants. He’s hard. I think I’m going to faint. The heat of his breath is a breeze against my ear as he whispers, “Why don’t you feel what I’m talking about?”

Oh God, his voice is so sexy. It caresses me, deep inside. I’m so wet I think my pants might be soaking through. I raise my head and fix him with a long stare, trying to read his face. Does he like it as much as I do? His eyes darken. He’s devouring me with them. I look down and, without thinking, on impulse, place a hand on his erection. I squeeze lightly, checking it out. Holy fuck, he’s bigger than I thought he’d be. I look at him and say with a directness I didn’t know I had in me, “It’s so big. I’m glad it got so hard for me.” I’m as surprised as he is by the words that spill from my mouth.

He squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep, slow breath. Shit, someone is leaving the building. A neighbor. I pull away and scan the yard for Lola.

When I turn back, Ve is standing in my place, legs slightly apart. I approach him but keep my distance. I need to think clearly. So I ask, “What are you doing here, by the way?”

“I don’t know, to be honest,” he replies. I have an idea, which I decide to implement. It’s a desire I want fulfilled right away.

I slowly come closer, stopping between his legs.

“Maybe you’re here for that?” I place a delicate kiss on his cheek.

For a moment, Ve keeps quiet. He’s surprised. Then he says, “Maybe, though I counted on more.”

“This?” I ask and kiss him on the other cheek.

“Will you let me kiss you?”

The words reach my ears as I’m still pressed against him. They are so innocent, so shy. They testify to his great respect for me. I love it when a man can be charming, but I didn’t think this one would be capable of it. But he’s proven he can for the second time now. He deserves a reward, I think and kiss him on the lips, finishing it off with a flick of the tongue. I pull away, intending to observe his reaction. I like to watch the effect I have on him. I get no chance now, as that is exactly when he pulls me towards himself and assaults my lips. Allowing me no time to react, he pushes his tongue between my lips, so hot and moist. He’s delicate, passionate. Our tongues twist and dance in a fiery kiss. Ve’s arms slowly wrap themselves around my waist, pulling me even closer, so that our bodies touch. I let this breathtaking moment carry me, throw my arms around his neck, and press myself even harder to him, deepening the kiss. His deft hands run through my hair, and my fingers brush against that sexy, clean-shaven head of his. I’m getting out of breath, but someone is leaving the building again, finally ending this incredible moment and rescuing me from fainting at the same time. I should be grateful. Ve withdraws as Vicky’s voice reaches us:

“Hmm… I won’t comment on what I saw. Should I leave you alone again?” Her voice indicates how happy she is to be seeing this.

“No, let’s go to my place, Vicky. Ve was just leaving.”

Damn, I still don’t know his real name. I’ll have to ask him. Just not today. Now, I lean in and whisper into his ear, “You’re a really good kisser. Good night!”

Meanwhile, Lola returns.

Ve says nothing, standing stock-still, as if still shocked by what just happened.

We enter the building with Lola and Vicks, and I try to regain my breath. I lean down, propping my hands on my thighs. It helps. In moments of euphoria, I sometimes get out of breath. To be honest, it always happens when strong emotions overcome me.

“I knew it!”

“What did you know?” I raise my head and look at her. A couple of deep breaths, and my heart rate is back to normal.

“I knew that you liked each other!”

“We were only kissing. I barely know him.” I straighten up and smile.

“But you do and it’s going to be great. I just know it.”

“If you say so. But now I’m going home, and you’ll have nothing more out of me.” I stick out my tongue and go into the elevator, leaving my friend pouting.

That was beautiful. Majestic. I’ve never experienced anything like it. He’s such a good kisser. I’ve kissed a few boys in my life and it was nice, but never like that. There were never those jolts of energy. But this time I felt electric shocks running through my body, and my heart nearly gave out. And it’s unbelievable how I was able to sense his presence. In the beginning, I thought I was going crazy after that sexy exchange online, but no. I really could sense him as soon as I left the building. It’s as if the wind blew his energy straight to me. And to think I tried so hard to ignore him. I’m surprised. I like his touch. It always makes shivers run down my spine whenever he so much as brushes a hand against mine, not to mention anything more. His voice is penetrating, passionate, so very different from all those others. Sooo sexy. And those eyes! There is goodness in them but also insecurity and lust. His lips are just as I like them—thin and shapely. I’m starting to treat him like someone close to me. Is that possible after so little time?

I can’t fall asleep for the longest time. I keep replaying our conversation online and what happened by my apartment block…