Fucking Abigail, man.

"But first, we'll take care of... that" She says.

Abigail slowly drags a hand down your chest, past your stomach to your belt buckle. She undoes it with one hand, which is amazing because you could never manage that, and works your fly open before pushing her hand under the waistband of your boxers.

With light fingers, she grasps... that... and slowly moves her hand up and down.

"Y-you have very soft hands" You say. Then you immediately regret opening your mouth.

"Thank you" Abigail says. She watches your face intently. Her smile is pleasant, and her big blue eyes seem to be searching your face for something. The whole looks has an almost innocent curiosity to it.

She changes her pattern almost every stroke, like she's trying to find a-

You gasp.
"Found it~" She says, kissing your chin and neck.

She lowers your pants with her free hand and settles herself onto your thighs, using her new found leverage to quicken her strokes.

"Just a liiiiiiittle more... aaaaaand-"

You explode, shooting your load into the air. It lands mostly on your stomach and pants, but some of it gets on the couch and on Abigail.

"There" She says, crawling back up to kiss you. "I told you I'd take care of you"

You kiss for a good few minutes as you catch your breath, and then she pulls away and sits at the opposite end of the couch.

"Feel better?" She asks.
"Oh... fuck yes" You say.
"Good, because now it's my turn" She says.

"D-do you want me to... y'know... put it in?" You ask.
She looks disappointed. "You have more tools at your disposal than just that" She says, beckoning you to her with a finger. You move in to kiss her, and she puts a hand in the way, pulling your tongue a little ways out of your mouth. "Let's see what this one can do, shall we?"

She lets your tongue go, and you kiss her. This time it's you that moves down. From her lips to her chin, down her neck to her collarbone, but as you try to go lower, her shirt gets in the way.

You pull away, and she smiles down at you. Her hands find the bottom of her shirt and pull it up over her head.

"Damn" You say as her body comes into view. "You weren't kidding"
"Right?" She says. "It's not perfect, but I think it's as close as I can get"

Abigail's body is just that: Not quite perfect, but damn if it isn't close. The first thing you notice is that she isn't wearing a bra. So the first thing you technically notice is her breasts.

"Well... nobody can be perfect" You say.
"Exactly" She says. "We can only strive"

You continue your line of kisses down from her collarbone to her breast, down her breast to her nipple. You stick around there for a while, giving it "special attention", much to Abigail's pleasure.

You continue down her stomach, working her pants down as you approach her waist.

Abigail looks down expectantly as you pass her pubic hair, which is shaven into the shape of a little heart.

You swallow a lump in your throat as your face hangs just inches away from her lower lips.

Go away nerves. You aren't necessary right now.

Abigail runs a hand through your hair. "Don't be shy" She says, stroking your hair with one hand while her other spreads her pussy for you. "Just do what comes naturally"

You smile back up at her and plunge in, attacking her most sensitive place with your tongue.


You copy her technique, watching her reactions as you work. It doesn't seem necessary, as she seems to enjoy just about whatever you do.

She doesn't seem to be faking it... But you're not exactly an expert at this... So what the hell is-...

You remember the dream. Abigail had you pinned down, sitting on you with her pussy in your face. You remember the moans, so similar to the ones she's currently letting out. You remember doing this same thing: licking her as you watch her reactions; picking out all her weak points so you can drive her mad.

You found this one spot in the dream, and it threw her straight over the edge. It couldn't hurt to try it now...

"Uh... OH!" She says, grabbing a handful of your hair as her other hand move up to her nipple. "Oh my... Goooooooood"

Abigail wraps her legs around your head as they begin to quiver.

You smile inwardly. It seems like your plan is working, so you redouble your efforts.

"Oh! Shit! Don't stop! Fuck! I canNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN-" She stops talking and lets out a long moan, pulling both your hair and her nipple as convulsions rock her entire body.

When they pass, her limbs go limp. A sheen of sweat is visible on her chest as it catches the light with her heavy breaths.

"How'd I do?" You ask.

She pulls your head into hers, and kisses you forcefully. She moans into your mouth as her tongue mingles with yours.

After a few minutes, she lets you go. You pull away, leaving a trail of saliva between your mouths.

"Wanna skip 2nd too?" She asks.

You consider it.

"Kidding" She says, kissing you again as she stands up. "Come on. We need to shower"

>END