Abby's Scar

by Q C Masters

  Abby recoiled in horror.

  Romeo grinned in triumph and returned to his seat.

  Abby's time at the club didn't get any less strange. She resolved to stick as close to Jordan as possible. They sat at the table talking and drinking. The group took to the dance floor a few times. But eventually the night ended, and she was relieved to be taking her home.

  Abby parked the Porsche as closed to the exact spot and position where she'd found it. She turned to Jordan, who looked half asleep and said, “That was an interesting night.”

  Jordan nodded.

  Abby hopped out of the car and around to open the door for Jordan. She took her by the hand and guided her as she stood up.

  “You look so stunning.”

  Jordan smiled.

  “I can just let myself out the garage.”

  Jordan's face soured. “What? No. You have to stay.”

  “You're not tired? You look tired.”

  “No, please, I want you to stay.”

  “Just until you're ready to crash.”

  “All right.”

  Abby took her by the hand and led her back to the living area where they sat down.

  “And you, Abby. You look so dapper.”

  “Well, thanks.” It was not a word that Abby was sure she felt comfortable being applied to her.

  Jordan sashayed herself closer to Abby and looked up at her. Jordan reached her arms around Abby's neck and stood on her tip toes.

  “So are you going to kiss me or what?”

  Abby smiled at the thought and lowered her head down tentatively at first. Jordan finished the distance by reaching up further to find her lips. She masterfully engaged them in a kiss that gave Abby a sudden jolt of sensation all the way down to her midsection. She moved her lips slowly to savor the soft feel of Jordan's mouth. Jordan pressed her body against Abby and leaned into the kiss even more.

  The sensation of their touch, breast to breast and mouth to mouth, set Abby on a whirlwind she'd never felt before. When Abby parted her lips, Jordan softly entered her tongue to open Abby's mouth even more. Jordan took over with intensity and dove in for the kiss without abandon. Abby's hands roamed of their own free will over Jordan's body and explored everything they could reach. Jordan felt so right and natural.

  Jordan stepped back, breaking their contact, and smiled up at Abby. Biting her lip with anticipation, she led Abby to the couch and sat her down. She sat on top of her lap and continued her exploration of Abby's lips. Abby's hands were free to roam over Jordan's body more easily. She moved her fingertips delicately over Jordan's breasts as their lips continued to dance. Jordan's intensity only increased as she traversed her kisses over Abby's neck. Jordan gently nipped at Abby's lower lip before engaging with her mouth once more.

  Suddenly, Jordan broke contact and turned around in her lap. “This dress is feeling stiff and itchy. Can you unzip me?” She turned away.

  Abby smiled. “Are your parent’s home?”

  “No. They're in Cabo this week.”

  “They're gone a lot.”

  “Yes. That's the way I like it. I get to do whatever I want.”

  She drew Jordan's zipper down to her tight little tush. Abby could see the top of cheeks meeting in elegant grace and couldn't wait to get a handful. Jordan turned and slid the dress off her shoulders, then from her legs, leaving her naked except for a red satin G-string. Abby just about smacked her lips.

  Jordan turned and gave Abby the sweetest smile she'd ever seen. “Now you.”

  “Me what?”

  “I want you naked.”

  Abby shook her head. “No, Jordan. I can't.”

  Jordan leaned into her and began to work on her bow tie.

  “We talked about this already, Jordan. I'm not ready.”

  Jordan pulled the tie from her neck and began with shirt buttons. “I want that suit back.”

  Abby grabbed her hands. “No!” She looked Jordan in the eyes. “Jordan, I'm crazy about you. You're so sweet, and you're gorgeous. But I just... I'm not ready for that. You have to give me time.”

  Jordan pouted. “But I'm ready.”

  “I know, Jordan. But I can't.”

  Jordan giggled. Sliding the jacket from Abby's shoulders, she said, “Trust me. I know what's best for you. You'll love it.”

  Abby stood up and stared at her. “Jordan, you're not listening. I can't have you seeing my body.”

  “Are you deformed or something? Did you get burned as a child?”

  “No.”

  “Are you transgendered?”

  “No.”

  “Then what's the problem? I smell a chique woman under those duds, and I want a taste.”

  Abby put her hands to her temple. She stood still wondering what to do for several moments. “You're still not listening. Jordan, I have to go. I'm going to your room to change. I'll be right back.”

  “Wha..? Abby!”

  Jordan watched her exit the room.

  Minutes later, Abby returned in her own clothes.

  Jordan looked truly distraught, the dress pulled around her shoulders, but unzipped. She clutched the couch back in her fingers, watching Abby's every step.

  “Please, don't go!”

  “Jordan, you have to respect my wishes.”

  “I do, Abby.” She gave Abby a shamed face like a scolded child. “I mean... I will.”

  “Can you?”

  “Yes. I promise I'll be good.” She looked longingly at Abby. “But promise you won't make me wait forever.”

  Abby blinked. “If we get close enough, then I'll be ready.”

  Jordan smiled. “Okay. Good.”

  Abby smiled back. She walked over, leaned down to Jordan's bright, happy face and kissed her deeply. “I'm going to go. I'll see you tomorrow, sweet woman.”

  “Goodnight, Abby.”

  Abby turned and waved before she closed the door behind her.

   Temptation 

  “Bye, Dad,” Abby said running out the door.

  “Hold on! Where you going, young lady?”

  Abby screeched to a halt. “Dang, Dad! I told you I was going to the movies with Cindy.”

  “Oh. Alright, then. Have fun.”

  Abby jumped in her truck and headed over to Jordan's as fast as the law would allow. She envisioned a nice time snuggling with Jordan and enjoying a simple movie. Abby still couldn't believe she was dating Jordan. The object of her fascination only a few days ago and now the girl was making her dinner and setting up a movie night for just the two of them. Anticipation built like a small smolder in the pit of her stomach. Nevertheless, she took the time to stop and pick up some Coors Light. When she turned the corner and saw the house her nerves were fully on fire.

  She barely held herself at a brisk pace up the walkway to her house. The urge to run was so overwhelming, she could feel her legs twitch. She managed to knock on Jordan's door without breaking it down in her anticipation. Abby sucked in several breaths to compose herself and waited for Jordan to answer.

  “Hi! Come on in,” Jordan answered the door with a breeze. She looked stunning in a fitted red dress that accented her every curve. It flared out around her hips and flowed freely to her toes. Her red-painted toe nails poked out from under the long skirt of the dress. Abby could only stare at the perfection of Jordan's body. Abby wondered how long it would take to get her nipples to make creases in the smooth material that molded Jordan's breast perfectly. She was tempted to try right there.

  “Heck, girl. You look like something I could eat up right now.”

  “Maybe if you’re lucky, you can do that later.”

  “Right.” Abby grinned goofy. “I brought some beer.”

  “Perfect. What'd you bring?”

  “Coors Light. I wasn't sure what you'd like.”

  “Oh, honey. Coors Light? You're just my cute hillbilly! How about if I get some of my mom and dad's red wine instead? I think it would go better with dinner. I didn't have time to cook us dinner, so I orde
red something in.”

  “Oh, umm, okay.” Abby felt her cheeks flush over her mistake. She didn't feel half as bad since Jordan didn't actually cook the dinner.

  She followed Jordan into the dinning area. The sway of Jordan's hips captivated her, and she wondered if Jordan was wearing lacy underwear again.

  “So what movie do you get?”

  “I have a movie called Better than Chocolate. It's a romantic lesbian comedy. I thought it was appropriate since you’re a newbie.”

  Abby paused, wondering how to take her comment, then smiled. “Sounds like fun.”

  “Okay, cowgirl. Let's get some food and our wine and head into the entertainment room.”

  “You have an entertainment room? What's that?”

  “It's a room that we use to watch movies in, silly. Haven't you ever heard of an entertainment room?”

  “Uh, no. Wow. A room just to watch movies in? I gotta see this."

  “Good. Let's get moving then.”

  The room was huge. One entire wall was covered with a white movie screen. A projector hung from the back of the room, and there were black plush leather recliner chairs and matching sofas.

  Abby set her food down on a table in front of the largest sofa.

  “Do you guys use this room often?”

  “Not really. We have a family room where we visit. My parents like to read a lot. I spend a lot of time out with my friends. This room is nice to use when you need a little privacy.” She winked at Abby as she fished for the remote. “Sit down and start your dinner. I'll get the movie going.”

  Abby watched Jordan walk around the room lighting candles strategically placed on shelves around the room. Her red dress danced around between her legs as she moved around the room. The slits in the dress rose thigh high, and when she walked around Abby would get a good view of her toned leg as it stepped through the slit. It was magical to watch the meeting of her legs in the red dress as she completed her simple task. Jordan made her way to the DVD player and inserted the disk. Abby watched with interest as she stooped low to insert the disc and then fiddle with the remote to get the movie started. Jordan seemed to be oblivious of the sexual impact she had on Abby. Soon the lights were off and the movie began.

  Jordan unpacked several little boxes from the white food bag. “Do you like Thai?”

  “I don't know. I can't remember the last time I had it.”

  “You take the saté. That'll be right up your alley.”

  Abby smiled. “Sound grand to me.”

  Abby and Jordan ate their dinner and watched the big screen. They laughed in unison, and Abby would look at Jordan, elated to be half of a pair with her. She thought the intimacy of the small theater was perfect for a date.

  After they polished off the bottle of wine, Jordan brought out dessert. She had an assortment of chocolates and fruits nicely displayed on a large crystal platter. With it she had a small bottle of port and two small wine glasses. She handed Abby a glass and placed the chocolates on the couch in between them. Abby was already feeling happy from the wine. She couldn't imagine tackling another bottle with Jordan, but she wasn't about to slight her host's carefully arranged meal. She couldn't remember ever having such a wonderful time.

  When the movie finished, Jordan turned off the T.V., and turned towards Abby. They enjoyed the rest of the chocolates and had a second glass of port as they giggled at classmates, teachers, and funny family stories.

  “Jordan, I'm havin' a really fine time. I feel a bit low about drinkin' your parents' spirits. Will they get worked up over it?”

  “Not at all. They trust me and often share a glass of wine with me now and then. I'm glad you're having a good time. I can't believe it took us 'til now to get to know each other.”

  “I know. I feel like I'm in another body. I always thought I just hadn't met the right boy, but now I think I've met the right girl.”

  “Ah, honey, you say the sweetest things.” Jordan mocked holding her hand to her heart. This prompted giggles from both of the girls.

  “No, seriously, I really like you, Jordan. I have so much fun with you.”

  Jordan took a sip of her port and chased it with a strawberry. “What do you do for fun, Abby?”

  “I hang with the kids in ROTC and my Dad. We like to go shooting on the range together and the ROTC has a really fun Ropes program I like to do. I go running a lot and some of the guys and I lift weights together in the weight room.”

  “Wow, you're such a wild child,” Jordan laughed. “Have you ever tried to date guys?”

  “My best friend set me up with Wyatt Creel. He was disgusting. I went along for a little while to keep her happy, but I couldn't do anything physical with him. We parted ways just before I met you.”

  “I know who Wyatt is. You're right. He is disgusting." She burst out laughing. Abby joined her laughter. “He's got that little piggy nose. You can see right up it. Clean today, Wyatt? Nope? Better get to digging!”

  Abby jiggled in laughter. “Yeah, and he's as hairy as an ape. With that nose and round face, sometimes I didn't know whether to hand him a beer or a banana.” Jordan rocked and pointed at Abby, laughing hard. “But the weirdest part of him was his pecker. I only ever saw his, and I thought it looked like some kinda alien worm had tunneled its way up into his seat.” She mimicked a wiggling motion with her finger. “It was looking around going, 'What planet is this?' I said, 'Planet Wyatt.'”

  Jordan fell over laughing and Abby gripped her side. It was minutes before they settled down again.

  “Lordy, my belly is aching.”

  “Me too,” said Jordan. “You're too funny, country girl.”

  “Jordan, I think my abs feel more tired from laughing than from doing sit-ups.”

  “Is that so? Let me see those abs.”

  Before she even thought about it Abby lifted her shirt. Jordan admired her flexed stomach muscles and showed her appreciation on her face. Immediately Abby was self conscious of the act and pulled her shirt back down.

  “Very nice, Abby. I think I could see you wearing a half shirt with tight boy shorts. You'd look really hot.” Abby laughed at that idea and Jordan just watched her curiously.

  “What do you do for fun outside of the ROTC and shooting with your dad? Who is Abby when she is all by herself?”

  “Gosh, I don't know. When I get time to myself, I like to go hiking. I love hitting the foothills around here.”

  “Hmm. Interesting. Sounds like your a little introverted. Do you like to go clubbing or getting out to the party scene?”

  “That's not really my thing. I go with Cindy sometimes, but she has to drag me there. I prefer taking my truck and finding a nice quiet spot to mess around. What about you?”

  Jordan took a long sip of her drink and pondered the question for a minute. Abby waited patiently for her answer.

  “I like my friends and hanging out with them in clubs. We usually have games that we play when we go out. We try to see who can leave the evening with the most points. We place bets on people we watch.”

  “What kind of bets?”

  “Things like who we think will hook up with who. Or how long someone will take before they throw up from drinking too much. Sometimes, we help the people along that we are betting on. It's cheating but it makes it more interesting.”

  “Gosh, that sounds kind of mean. You mean you'll actually buy drinks for someone just to get them to throw up faster?”

  “Sometimes,” Jordan shrugged. “Look, it's nothing they aren't going to do to themselves anyway. I figure I'm saving them a little money when I start buying them their drinks.”

  “So what do you guys wager?”

  “Usually money or things that we have that the other wants. All of my friends have wealthy lifestyles. We don't have anything we can't afford to give up.”

  “I guess it would be a lot more fun if you had nothing to lose. Still, doesn't sound like my kind of thing.”

  “That's what I like about you, Abby: you're inno
cence. You're fresh and new, kind of like a cute little puppy that needs a little training.”

  “And are you the one to train me, then?”

  “I would be happy to. Will you let me train you Abby?”

  “Only if you're lucky.”

  “I'm feeling lucky to have you here right now. Can you handle being in my lair like the tough soldier you are. Are you soldier enough to follow my lead?”

  “What do you have in mind?”

  Abby's pulse raced at the play of words being exchanged. She felt breathless at the suggestion of following Jordan's lead. She was unsure what Jordan intended, but her curiosity and a little help from the wine quieted any protests she might have had when Jordan began to lower the side zipper of her dress, never breaking eye contact with Abby. In her hungry eyes, the zipper couldn't drop fast enough.

  The fiery red of the dress ignited a passion in Abby, fueled by the wine in her blood, scrambled at the desert tray between them. Clumsily, she placed it on the floor, chocolates and fruit rolling off it. She returned to slide her fingers salaciously along Jordan's waist next to her open zipper. The silky, slight material wafted in her fingers. She slipped a hand into the open garment and around Jordan's firm waist.

  She held Jordan's perfect body, waiting and expectant in her arms and kissed her on the shoulder. Jordan turned to look. She smiled, then turned away, giving Abby license to handle her, to do with her whatever her passion demanded.

  With a finger, Abby dropped the strap from one shoulder, then the other. The dress glided down Jordan's torso as if it was made of water. Abby caressed her back, her neck, and kissed again, this time on her arm. She ran a hand along Jordan's thigh, still covered in red.

  Abby gently guided her forwards to lay on her stomach on the couch. She got up and lifted her legs onto it, then unwrapped her from the dress completely.

  The sight of Jordan laid out on the couch gave Abby a twinge down below and a gleam in her eye. Jordan wore panties of shiny black satin that faultlessly hugged her cheeks and fell between her legs. As she adjusted, the wrinkles changed this way and that. It was a sublime sight, and captivated Abby for more than just a little while.