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Abby

I’m exhausted after volleyball training. The only bus I could catch from school drove straight to the main station. I get out and check my options. I’m too drained to go on foot. A double-oh-seven arrives. It stops by my house, but then, out of the blue, the “cavemen” appear and board the bus. They’re my crazy neighbors, going around drunk all day and generally acting like firecrackers about to explode. She always pees in the elevator and wears nothing aside from an old nightgown. And her hubby, smashed out of his head, tried to cut up my uncle and dad with a knife once. They chased him off, and he never tried that again, but I’m still scared of the two. I skip the bus and decide to wait for another. As I start walking to a bench to take a seat, I see Roger stepping out of the vehicle. He sees me and comes over to say hello.

“Hey, Abbs! You haven’t changed a bit! Though, no. Something did change. You’re even more gorgeous than you used to be.”

I flush and pat him on the shoulder in a friendly gesture. Right at the same instant I notice someone else approaching. It’s Ve.

“Hi, kitty cat,” he says and kisses me wetly. His tongue finds mine, and the two break into their dance. When he’s finished, Ve pulls away. I can see Roger’s unease.

“It was nice seeing you, Abbs. See you around!” he says quickly and leaves, avoiding Ve’s smug stare.

“I can’t leave you on your own, can I? Someone always shows up around you.” Connor starts his usual game.

“Ve, it’s Roger.”

“Yeah, your ex.”

“That’s right: ex. And there was another ex after that one, so drop it.”

“I saw how he looked at you. He wants you.”

“Maybe, but I’m not interested.”

“I don’t want you to see him anymore.”

“It was an accident. Stop freaking out, Connor,” I snap.

“It’s Connor now, yeah? Why did you call me that?”

“Because that’s your name,” I cry, raising my voice.

“But that’s not what you call me normally.”

“I do when you piss me off.”

“I’m getting on your nerves?”

“Yes! You’re making me fucking furious with your jealousy! You’re totally out of line.”

“You’re wrong. I have my reasons. I’m not going to let anyone take you away from me,” he says with a growl.

“I’m not going to allow that either, Ve. Can we stop now? People are staring.”

“Let them stare, I don’t care.”

“What are you doing here anyway?”

“Nothing. I came to get you. Thought I’d walk you home.”

“Well, you’re in luck, as I was about to take the bus he just got off.”

“So why didn’t you do that?”

“Because the cavemen were inside, and I’m not looking for trouble. Anyway, you would have missed me.”

“I don’t think so. I’ve been waiting for some time.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? You’ve been following me? What the hell were you thinking!?” I scream. I’ve had enough of this conversation. Enough pressure and restrictions.

“No. I wanted to come over, but I saw him.”

“And what did that get you? You saw something that makes you think you have the right to talk to me like that now?”

“I saw how he looked at you.”

“So did I do anything to make you worry?” I lower my voice again, suddenly getting it—he’s simply hurting.

He says nothing.

“Tell me,” I demand.

“You touched him. You smiled. You looked involved,” he mutters.

“He’s an old friend of mine, Ve. That touch meant nothing. It was a friendly gesture. You have nothing to worry about.”

“It may mean nothing to you, but I’m sure it did matter for him. Better he didn’t try anything.”

“Even if you’re right, the show you gave him left no doubts that I’m yours. I’m not in the mood for a bus ride anymore,” I add. “I want to take a walk. You coming?”

“Sure. That’s why I’m here,” he replies and takes my hand. I’m immediately filled with tranquility and bliss.

Ve is so, so jealous about me. I don’t know if I like it. Maybe I shouldn’t. It’s not healthy, that’s for sure. And it causes discomfort, a pressure I’m not under. One thing is for certain—I’m in his head.

Today, classes finished earlier. There were some exams or something. After school, Ve and I go to my place. My parents aren’t home yet, so we can spend some time together.

“Want some tea? I ask.

“Yes, please.”

I put the kettle on, and we go to my room. We sit on the sofa and I put my head on his chest. It’s blissful. The energy between us makes me hot. I free myself from his arms and rise to open a window. I lean on the sill and take a couple deep breaths. There’s the sound of steps behind me, and then I feel Connor’s arms gently, delicately wrap themselves around my waist. Ve leans in and puts his chin on my shoulder. The bulge in his pants presses into my butt. He leaves a glistening mark of his lips on my cheek. My breathing quickens. His wet kisses don’t only leave marks on my skin—I feel them in my entire body as he slides his tongue up my neck, finishing with a nibble on the earlobe. With one swift motion, he spins me and presses his lips to mine. His eyes pin me with an intense stare. He bites my lower lip, sucking on it gently. My mouth goes dry. Ve opens his mouth and slips his tongue into mine. My body immediately goes ablaze. Jolts of energy pass through it, each and every one ending their run in my pussy.

What connects us is so clean, crystal clear. We are a perfect match. We’re like an instrument and an artist who knows very well how to stroke the strings to make the most beautiful sounds, where and when to touch. The synchronization is impossible. He doesn’t stop kissing me, but his hands slide down my buttocks as he lifts me into the air. My legs wrap around his hips. He carries me across the room and lays me down on the bed. His deft hands make quick work of the buttons on my shirt and start exploring my body, braver than before. He starts with the neck, then runs his thumbs along my collarbone and continues down, gently kneading my breasts through the lace of the bra. His glazed eyes lift to see mine. He inhales sharply, withdrawing a couple inches and taking in the view.

“Abbs,” he whispers. “You’re so sexy.”

His words reach straight to my pussy. My cheeks are flushed, and I realize that I love when he adores me like that and talks about it with such incredible openness. His hands reach for my breasts, fingers drawing little circles around the nipples, which have just hardened. I let out a moan.

“They’re perfect. They fit my hands perfectly.”

I can’t help myself—I reach for his cock through the fabric of his pants. It’s hard. So hard! And ready for me. I think about the effect I have on him and decide I want to push this further. His hand slides down my belly, finally reaching the button of my denim trousers. Ever so slowly, his palm slides inside. I’m not going to stop him. He unzips my jeans, and his hand continues to explore, finding its way into my panties. My lust for him grows, heat spreading through me like lava.

“Aaah!” I moan against myself.

His finger flicks against my clit, rubbing gently before shifting lower and reaching my pussy. I’m going to faint!

“Abbs!” He hisses. “You’re so wet!”

The words coming from his mouth are like an aphrodisiac. I’m losing my senses. His every movement leads me to the precipice. I’ve never done that. Nobody has ever done that to me. I’ve never let them.

“It’s thanks to you and for you,” I reply hoarsely. I don’t recognize my own voice.

As his movements become more confident, I’m breathing loud, panting.

“I want you,” he whispers.

“I want you too.”

Suddenly, he pushes his finger into me. I go rigid, curling up my toes, amazed at his brazenness. My own brazenness! I feel my cheeks burning. Meanwhile, his deft finger pistons inside me, while his thumb rubs at my clitoris. I squirm under his palm, matching his motion. It’s coming, I’m coming, my heart is thumping in my chest and my body is alight with fire. A wave is rising within me. Only a couple of seconds more! It’s nearly painful. What a feeling! I explode around his fingers, moaning and panting like crazy. I can feel how incredibly hard he is. I want to touch it! I want to squeeze, but the feeling that he gave me is so strong all I can do is tremble, completely drained. He exhausted me.

“Your first orgasm with me, babe.”

“Not my first, but at least my first thanks to you,” I mumble without thinking. My brain is jelly.

“What? What do you mean not your first? You told me you were a…”

I try to open my eyes, suddenly realizing how he could have taken it. I see panic in his eyes.

“Yes, I’m a virgin,” I say to calm him down. “And nobody has ever touched me like that. I never did anything with anyone aside from kissing and snuggling.”

“So?”

I’m not sure if I’m ready to share something as intimate as that. There’s a moment of hesitation.

“I discovered that I could feel this kind of pleasure a long time ago. Sometimes when I want to relax, I make myself…”

I trail off, dropping my eyes. Nobody knows this about me. I feel my cheeks burning. Ve takes my face in his hands, still wet with my juices.

“You make me crazy, girl. Will you ever stop surprising me?”

“You’re not mad at me?” I ask shyly.

“Mad? For what? You’re the most colorful, intriguing girl I’ve ever known. I love your sincerity,” he adds. “Thank you for telling me this.”

“Ve…” I say.

“Yes?”

“It felt so good. I want to do the same for you.”

“Can’t wait.”

I snuggle against him and drift away. When I open my eyes again, Ve is still right beside me. It’s too hot and stuffy. And I don’t know the time. My parents could be back any minute. I don’t want to wake him. He looks so peaceful when he’s asleep, but I need to check the time! I try slipping out of bed without making a sound. Ve’s fast asleep, so that’s not that difficult. I extricate myself from his arms and push myself to my feet. The kitchen clock is showing three p.m. Dad is going to be back in ten minutes, tops. He can’t see Ve here! He’ll be furious! I think frantically and rush back to the bedroom.

“Ve, you need to go. Ve, now! Let’s take Lola and go for a walk.”

He opens his eyes slowly and his lips stretch in a lazy smile as he pulls me in closer.

“I love sleeping with you. It makes me feel so good. You calm all the demons in me. I always rest so well in your arms. I’m not an early bird, you know. I like to sleep in, but with you it’s just so blissful, so relaxing.”

“I know, I feel the same, but we really have to go now. Get up!” I pull him up.