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Abby

I wake early morning. We’re still stuck to each other as if starved of closeness.

“You’re awake!” Good morning, sweetheart,” Ve greets me.

“What’s the time?”

“Seven. Time to get up.”

“Yeah, let’s wash and grab something to eat.”

“Want to bathe with me?” he asks. I don’t even have to reply aloud.

Bathing together is so nice. It makes me so happy. Reluctantly, we draw away to dry ourselves. I wrap myself in a towel and leave Ve in the bathroom. I’m going to make us scrambled eggs. On my way to the kitchen, I put on his T-shirt.

“What’re you going to do today?” I ask as he joins me. He wraps his arms around my waist and places his chin in the crook of my neck.

“Where’s your underwear?” he purrs with that sexy voice of his.

“I didn’t find any.”

Ve’s hand slides between my things. He sticks a finger in me, pulls it out, and licks it.

“Taste good?” I ask, blushing.

“Yeah. You taste perfect!”

“And here I was making you scrambled eggs…” I joke.

Ve pulls me in closer, spins me around, and presses his crotch against my pussy. There’s a bulge in his boxers again.

“The way you make me feel, Abigail…”

“The way you make me feel.”

I never thought I’d be so bold with anyone… I can’t stop myself. I grab the hem of his boxers, pull them down, and go to my knees, grab his perfect cock, and put it straight in my mouth. I help myself with one hand to cover it all, placing the other on his balls, fondling them gently. I run my tongue down, reaching them.

“Fuck,” he hisses.

He grabs me by the hair and pushes my head, ramming his prick down my throat. I fuck him with my mouth. At the same time, I can feel the wetness between my legs. My pussy is throbbing. I look up as his come floods my throat. I wait until he’s finished and lick the tip. Ve lifts me and sits me down on the table. He goes between my legs, grabs his cock in one hand, and rubs it up and down my wet pussy.

“You’re so wet. I want to lose myself inside you.”

His touch makes me lose my mind, and the knowledge that he’s so close to my hole makes me come in and of itself. I let out a yell, my nails digging into the skin of his shoulders.

“I love watching you come. So intense. So animalistic. Like myself.”

He goes to the bathroom and returns with a piece of tissue, wipes me down between my legs, and bows, his tongue flicking at my clit, making a jolt of power run all across my body. It’s a shock caused by the pleasure his touch brings me. The sight of his head between my legs… He rises to his feet, kisses me on the lips, and props his arms on the tabletop on both sides of my body. His eyes fix on me and he says, “To answer your first question: I’m going to show up at home and then I’m not sure. Maybe I’ll see the guys. You?”

“I’m seeing Vicks and my cousin Paris. We’re going to the pool. Though I don’t think I’m in any condition to swim today.”

“Me neither.” He laughs. “But that’s a good type of exhaustion. I’ll never grow tired of it.”

The scrambled eggs I’ve made are pretty good. Maybe not as good as Grandma’s, but they’re okay.

“Thanks for the breakfast. I’ve got to go now.”

I give him a hug. Ve kisses me on the brow and leaves. I get the house in order and pack up my bag. Ten minutes later, I’m ready. I take the elevator down and pick up Victoria.

“Hi there, lovebird!” Vicky says with that smirk of hers that says: What were you two up to? “How was your night?”

“I think I have to thank you for introducing us.”

“So something happened?” she probes.

“Depending on what you’re thinking about.”

“You’re still a virgin?”

“I am. I don’t think I’m ready to take it that far yet.”

“You know, it’s been three months…”

“You think I’m keeping him waiting for too long?”

“I’m not sure.”

“It’s okay, Vicky. I don’t want to give him everything at once. We both leave things for later. Everything is as it should be. There’s no rush,” I say.

“If you say so.”

“Hi, girls! Ready?” Paris beams at us as we leave the building.

On the way, Vicki doesn’t ask about Ve again. Paris is still a kid, after all. She’s only thirteen. Better to keep some things from her.

We fool around at the pool, not wasting any time swimming, instead focusing solely on the slides. I love going out with my girlfriends—it clears my mind, lets me take a break from overanalyzing things.

“I’m famished. Let’s get some fries,” Paris suggests, drying her hair.

“I’m all for it. I’m exhausted,” Vicks agrees.

We order fries with cheese in the pool bar. They’re yummy. After the quick meal, we walk Paris home and drop by my grandma’s. I have to show her I’m still in one piece. Otherwise, she might want to make me sleep at her place. It’s four p.m. before I’m back. I’m hanging out my wet bathing suit when an idea comes to my head. I should make use of the fact my parents are out. I listen to some music. Yeah, “Clint Eastwood” by the Gorillaz will be perfect! And “Fallin’” by Alicia Keys.

Ve shows up at seven. The sight of him will never grow old, I swear. When he’s close, I feel I’m complete. It’s as if a part of me lives inside him, and we only connect when he’s around. His presence alone makes me so blissful, tranquil. Nobody has ever done that to me before. Never.

“What’s the plan, kitty cat?” he asks, running his fingers through my hair and placing a kiss on my lips.

“I have an idea.”

“Yeah?” I think I piqued his interest.

“Yeah, but I need some liquid courage. Something strong.”

“Is a beer strong enough for you?”

I nod.

“What’s the idea, by the way, if I may ask?”

“It’s a surprise!” I’m not about to spoil it for him.

We visit the local store and sift through the beer aisle, finally finding the strongest one. Then, we walk back to my place.

“How was your day?” Ve asks.

“Great! We had a lot of fun at the pool with the girls. We went to the slides and the jacuzzi. Then I met with Grandma. You?”

“I stayed at home. Let’s just say I helped out with dinner.”

“Wow, you can cook?” I poke him in the ribs playfully.

“Whoa, hold your horses. Saying I can cook is going too far, but I can do a thing or two in the kitchen.”

“I hate cooking. It’s not that I can’t, I just don’t want to learn new dishes. I hate it. It’s a waste of time for me.”

“I can live with that.” Ve chuckles and tightens his grip on my hand.

At home, I open the beer can and take a couple of good sips, quickly relaxing.

“Vamos!” I exclaim at one point and lead Ve to my room. “You lie down here.” I give him a gentle shove. He shifts to the head of the bed, and I mount him, grab his hands, and tie his wrists to the bedposts with two scarves. “I’ll be back in a moment.”

I head to the bathroom, tease my hair a bit, increasing its volume, touch up my makeup, drawing stronger lines with the eyeliner, and apply red lipstick. I put on very short shorts, pantyhose, stilettos, a white button-up shirt, and a black bra. One more glance in the mirror and… It’s great.

On my way back, I take another swig of beer and slow down and enter the bedroom, stopping briefly in the door and brushing against the doorframe. Ve’s expression when he sees me is priceless. My confidence grows. I press play and the speakers come to life with “Clint Eastwood” . My boy rises, his eyes wide.

“Holy fuck! Abbs! You look so goddamn sexy!”

My hips start to sway, slow and sensual. I lower myself gradually, grab the backrest of a chair, turn my back on Ve, and spread my legs a fraction. I swing my ass, bend down and grab my ankles, keeping my legs straight. I shoot him a glance. His chest is rising and falling quickly, his lips are parted. He bites his lip. Ever so slowly, I straighten my back, letting my fingers slide up my shins, thighs, buttocks, hips, breasts, and finally hair. I turn around and begin to unbutton my shorts. I keep it slow and purposeful, one button at a time. My eyes never waver from his. And his are alight. I let the trunks land on the floor and step out of them. I squat by the chair, placing my hands on the backrest, pushing myself up again, making sure my hips keep swaying. Left and right, a bit faster, shaking my butt. I sit, unbutton my shirt, taking my sweet time, teasing Ve with a bit of nudity here and there. My legs spread and then close. I run a hand down between them, touching my abdomen and my thighs. With a sudden motion, I throw off the shirt and toss it to him, standing upright and gripping the backrest of the chair. Ve licks his lips and jerks his arms, trying to break free.

As one song flows into the next, I keep dancing in my lace lingerie, stilettos, and pantyhose. I shift closer to the bed and crawl towards him.

He lets out a moan. I look at him from under the shock of loose hair falling over my face and shoulders. He can’t touch me and it turns me on. I rub myself against him, finally reaching his lips with mine. I assault them, kissing him deep, our tongues dancing with one another. I can feel him biting my lip. I love that. I draw back and spin around. I squirm and sway voluptuously, letting him enjoy the view, sitting on his hips and pretending to ride him. I return to the chair and continue my dance. Slowly, I begin to take off my bra, leaving only the thong, pantyhose, and high heels. He’s ecstatic. The song ends. I bow over the chair and stick out my ass, grab the rim of the panties and pull them off, agonizingly slowly. Suddenly, I lunge at Ve and straddle him. I shower him with kisses, getting rid of his pants. His boxers are bulging with his throbbing erection. I kneel between his legs, lean over, and free him of his underwear, promptly sliding his cock into my mouth. I start sucking, licking its impressive length, swallowing it whole. I am the one who’s in control.

“Abigail, you’re incredible!”

I’m making him crazy. He can’t move, can’t touch me, he’s so aroused I can see droplets of sweat forming on his temples. He tenses, moves his hips, pushes deeper, and shoots his load down my throat. I pull away but keep stroking, directing the flow of come on my breasts. His juice flows in a cascade down my skin. I swallow the rest, delighting in the taste. As the last drop appears, I lick the head clean. Then, I rise and pull at the scarves, freeing Ve’s hands. He immediately throws himself at me, heedless of his own semen covering me. He pulls off his T-shirt, wipes me down, and kisses me. His dick is still hard.

“Hasn’t it had enough already?” I ask.

“Never. Not when you’re around! You’re amazing. You keep surprising me! You make me mad with desire!”

“So, you liked my little surprise?”

“Did I like it? Didn’t you see my reaction? You’re divine! And all mine!”

“And you’re mine!”

Ve lifts me softly into the air and lays me down on the bed, positioning himself on top. He leaves millions of kisses all over my body. His tongue slides between my breasts, down my belly, finally to plunge into my pussy.

“You’re so wet. It turned you on too, didn’t it?”

“Oh, yeah. I love sucking your beautiful cock.”

Ve dives deeper between my legs, pushing his hands under my ass. His tongue is perfect. Each lick makes my body spasm in pleasure. Suddenly, he sinks two fingers in my pussy. My back arches. He tortures me with them, making me burn alive. I’m balancing on the verge of orgasm when one lick reaches my most sensitive spot. I let out a loud moan and come long and hard.

After that, we snuggle. Ve’s playing with my hair and I stroke his chest. Finally, I drift away.

When I wake up, I make a happy discovery—his dick is in my hand. I’m completely naked now. He must have taken off my shoes and pantyhose when I was asleep.

“I must have dozed off, sorry.”

“It’s okay. I was here the whole time.”

“You didn’t sleep?”

“No.”

“So what did you do?”

“You slept only for an hour, my angel. I was watching you the whole time. You’re so innocent. I love watching you. I can’t believe you’re mine.”

“I am and will be forever!” I cry, desperately wanting him to finally believe it.

“I love you.”

Did I really hear that? My heart picks up its pace, and emotions unknown to me take over my body and mind. My eyes water. I sit up, take his face in my hands, making our eyes meet.

“Say that again.”

“Say what?”

“What you just said!”

Wide-eyed, he looks straight into my soul and says, “I love you. I’m all yours. I’m madly in love with you! You’re my whole world, Abigail Brooks!”

I throw myself at him, wrapping my arms around him and squeezing as tight as I can. Tears of joy stream down my cheeks.

“Hey, babe, what’s going on? Why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing… I think I’m dreaming! I love you too, with all my heart! It beats just for you! I’m the happiest girl in the whole wide world!”

He kisses the wet streaks on my face and holds me tightly. I keep still, listening to the beating of his heart. Why do I think it’s beating along with mine as if they were two parts of one whole?

Ve breaks the silence at some point. “I should go back home, stay the night. My folks have just about had it with me.”

“Stay, please.”

He says nothing, only pulling me closer. I fall into a deep, long sleep.