“That’s silly.” I creased my brow then felt bad for calling Abby’s dad silly.. “What about the why?” I tried to sound cheeky.
“I don’t know. You are going to be somebody, so maybe her purpose was to take your v-card.” She kisses the hand on my arm wrapped around her.
“I never said she was my first.”
“Baby, we go to a small school.” She laughed. “In seventh grade you crushed on Lori Benson. Gross.” She shivered. “In ninth grade, you crushed on Shirley Hampton.” She shrugged. “She is annoying, but cute, so I get it. Then there was no one.”
“Charlsie Owen and Jennifer Dawson and Misty-?”
“You don’t have to go through all the pretty girls at school. Who doesn’t crush on them, jeez. I even get all tongue twisty trying to talk to Charlsie.”
I kissed the top of her head again. Her long blond curls smelled so clean and airy. “I gave Charlsie a ride home every day last semester.”
She laughed. “Listen to you. ‘I could have been a contender!'” Her Marlon Brando accent was horrible.
“No lie. Charlsie tried to seduce me. For real, Abby,” I defended. “She pulled up the emergency brake once at a stop sign and started talking all sexy like. Then she wanted me to come in her house. ‘My parents are not home. I want to show you my room.'”
“Yawn.” She mocked. “I do not care about the days when my boyfriend was too stupid to realize all the girls liked him. I want to hear more about my boyfriend fucking a cop’s fiance.”
“Where was I?” I rolled my eyes, smiling.
“It was so odd that you never saw her.” Abby’s sarcasm was thick.
“Last Spring in Doc Carter’s Poetry class, Les Wilson- remember him?”
Abby nodded. “Short dude, kind of thick? Dark?”
“Yeah. So Les, out of the blue, declares an undying love for Beth Catsman. It was no big deal, I was kind of crushing on Carla Ledman at that point. It was just the first time I had heard her name in a while, and, well, Les?”
“Yeah, he’s in a few leagues below her.”
“I know, right, That-” I grimaced from Abby’s elbow in my ribs.
“That was sarcasm, asshole. Les was a nice guy.” She shook her head. “More importantly, I never knew you crushed on Carla.” Abby had been good friends with Carla in ninth grade.
“It was brief and uneventful. I left my textbook in History. I thought I had lost it; you know my history losing textbooks. The next day she gave it to me and kissed my cheek. I was head over heels for a couple months.”
“We’ve been together less than a couple of months,” Abby retorted.
“She never touched my penis.”
“That’s fair.” Abby squeezed my crotch. “So you challenged Les for the hand of his maiden. Then what?”
“Be serious.”
“Sorry.”
“Yeah, nothing else, I just noticed when Les mentioned her. I was a little jealous,” I confessed.
“Now I am,” Abby laughed. “Just kidding, continue.”
“Well, there was nothing, until I went to work at Curt’s. Brian Hoggin, you know him?” I waited for her response. She only shrugged. “He is a couple years older I think. I took his spot at Curt’s; he’d been there forever. “So he was training me in the stockroom, and Mr. Larry came up. He said there was a new cashier starting the next week. He asked Brian if he knew Beth Catsman. Brian said, ‘yeah’, and Larry left. Then Brian turned on me. ‘I have worked here for five years. The only cashiers were Gertrude Carney, Ethel Simpkins, and a rotating array of fatties, but the week after I leave they bring in fucking Beth fucking Catsman?’ He said I was a lucky fucker.”
“Did you feel lucky?” Abby asked.
“I don’t know,” I answered. “Maybe, mostly stunned. It felt serendipitous.”
“Nice word,” Abby appreciated.
“Thought you’d like it.”
“Can we go to your house?” she asked. We sometimes hung out in my room while my parents watched TV in the living room. We never got too handy or made out at my house, though, since my folks were right outside.
“Really? Why?” I didn’t like hanging at my house due to the lack of hand and lip action.
“I want to.”
“Ok.” I put the car in drive. Abby returned to her seat.
The subject changed effortlessly to the new boyfriend of Abby’s cute little sister, Doxie. Doxie had turned eighteen a month before I turned nineteen. Her tiny body made her look younger and innocent. Abby and I were discussing all the reasons Tom Petty was great fifteen minutes later when we arrived at my house After a brief talk with mom and dad, Abby and I lay on my bed in my room. I tossed a foam ball in the air and caught it. Abby lay on her side and tickled my tummy lightly. I let the ball fall beside the bed.
“So I had been at Curt’s for one week,” I started. Abby had not mentioned the story, but I sensed she wanted more. “I was standing outside with Darnell Nichols.” Darnell was a coworker. I had known him since third grade. “Kenny’s Bronco pulled up and he and Beth got out. I was starstruck when I saw her. I don’t think I have ever seen anyone look as fancy as she did that day.” I turned to Abby. “She’s in Cosmetology school, you know?”
Abby laughed. “Of course, she is.”
“Why this sudden interest in this story? That night at the pumpkin patch you acted like you didn’t want to know any of that- any of that stuff before us.” I rested my hand on hers on my chest. “I thought it would feel weird talking to you about this stuff, but it is kind of fun. No one knows this whole story- no one- not the whole thing.”
“You’ll think I’m strange.” Abby pulled her hand from under mine and fell back on a pillow. “It turns me on. That night at the pumpkin patch I fucking gushed.” She squeezed her body with an audible mmm. “When I asked if you knew from experience, and you said you did, wow! It makes me feel like a tramp, but it is so sexy to know one of the hottest most virile guys in school is making out with-”
“Abby?” I retorted. “Hottest guys in school?”
“You, you fucking dunce. The fact that you refute it only makes you hotter.” Her stern look left no room for question. “So you could have been fucking any girl, and you obviously knew how to fuck girls, since you were already fucking girls.” She talked quickly, almost too fast to understand.
“Calm down, Abby.”
“You were kissing my neck.” She spoke slower and closed her eyes. “Your tongue touched my skin and I felt goosebumps everywhere. And you said-”
I leaned over and kissed her neck, licking just a little. “This is more fun without clothes on.”
“Yes,” she moaned and tilted her head, giving me more room. “My heart exploded like it is now. I could see it all. I could see you, naked-” she bit her lip- “plowing into some anonymous girl, taking her virginity.”
“Beth was not a virgin.” I returned my lips to her neck.
“Shut up.” She wrapped her arm around my neck, holding my face to her body. “I could smell it. I had already noticed how, in the car, I could smell myself and you, our shared scent, our musk. I imagined how much more it would be if you were plunging yourself into a throbbing wet pussy.” She sighed. “I had assumed we both shared a chastity, since you had really dated no one as far as I knew. I had dated Sergei and Kenny, but nilch for you.”
“So, that night while I licked your neck, you said…” My lips and tongue touched her with the question. “I said, ‘this is more fun without clothes,; and you said…”
“How would you know?” Abby roleplayed our night at the pumpkin patch. “Have you ever done it before?”
I stayed in character and kissed the upper swell of her breasts. “A few times.”
“Oh, God.” Abby whispered louder than she meant to and put her hand over her mouth. “Oh, God.”
“Shhh!” I put a hand over hers on her mouth. Abby usually came with moans and sighs, but sometimes big ones surprised her with a squeal. “My mom and dad are just down the hall.” With devilish intent I moved my hand from her face and slid it under the waistband of her shorts. Her body quivered as she stared at me wide-eyed shaking her head. My hand continued until I cupped her crotch inside her panties.
I leaned close and whispered. “All those times you thought we were experiencing new things together? All those times, you were just oblivious; I had already had sex.” She gasped, and I felt her pussy flutter in my hand. My dad kept the house cooler than most people enjoyed, but my hand was in a sauna. I laughed. “As a matter of fact, Remember the first time I ever called you?” I asked. She nodded, panting. “It was a Monday night, remember?” I smiled at her and popped her nose with the index finger on my free hand. Her nectar seeped between the fingers of my other hand on her pussy. “Well, that very morning Beth came by here before school and asked me for a goodbye fuck. I gave her one. Isn’t that grand? Not even twelve hours before you accepted my invitation to prom, my dick was in a different pussy.”
Abby could not muffle her squeal and she gushed in my hand. I wiggled my fingers enjoying the frictionless slide in her goo. “Not fair.” She breathed and pulled my hand from her shorts. “No touching.” She panted. “Oh God. Again.” She squeezed her face and squealed again.
“You guys ok?” My mom asked with a yell from the living room.
“Yes,” I yelled back as I watched Abby’s face twist in pleasure. “Abby keeps stubbing her toe.”
“Be careful, Abby,” my mom called back.
Abby breathed deeply three times before answering. “I will.” Then to me with a whisper, “You really fucked her that morning?”
“Yes.” I nodded.
“Since?”
“I’ve been dating you, Abby, and she worked on things with Kenny.”
Abby nodded her head in deep thought. “She would have kept fucking you.”
“You are impossible, Abby.” I rolled to my back laughing. “Again, I was dating you!”
“I wouldn’t have known, though.” She shuddered and squeezed and rolled to her side facing me. “I think I am still orgasaming a little bit. THis is fun.” She laughed. “For real, think about it, you could have fucked her every morning and come to school and kissed me. I would have never known.”
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