Abby's Scar

by Q C Masters

  “Of course.”

  “This style, it's bold. It's a big departure from your usual, casual self. Is that not without some coercion?”

  “Well, maybe at first. But I kinda like it now.”

  “Are you spending lots of time together?”

  Abby nodded.

  “How about the sex. Is it good?”

  “Yes...” Abby halted, blinking as if she had something else to say.

  “What?”

  “Well, I can't get undressed for her. I can only pleasure her.”

  “I'm not surprised. It's obvious what a selfish person she is.”

  Abby scowled at the comment. “No! It's not her fault. She totally wants to get me bare. It's me. I can't bring myself to get undressed for her.”

  “Oh!” Cindy laid her chin on her hand, perplexed. “Really? Why not?”

  Abby quieted as the waitress arrived with a coffee carafe.

  “Hi, Jackie,” Abby said. “Steak breakfast for me. Over easy and black coffee.”

  “I'll have the oatmeal with a side of fruit,” said Cindy. “Water will be fine.”

  “Back in a flash, girls,” said the waitress, filling Abby's mug.

  Cindy waited until Jackie was out of earshot, and whispered. “Why can't you get naked?”

  “I don't know. I feel self-conscious about my body. I'm just embarrassed about it.”

  “Abby! You're totally in shape. You exercise like a work horse! How could you possibly think you're not up to snuff? But don't let her pressure you into something you're not comfortable doing.”

  “I'm not. I want to be totally open to her. I just can't.”

  “Why not?”

  “I don't know. It's just how I feel. I feel... gross.”

  “Oh... that's sad. Abby, you're really cute. I mean it. And one thing's for certain. You're way fit. You're completely made of muscle. Don't be so worried.”

  Abby sighed. “You really think so?”

  “She's still with you, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “She must think you're something special. She's the hottest lesbian in school. You must be a catch, as far as girls go.”

  “You think so?”

  “Oh, yeah!” Cindy said indignantly. “Have some confidence. She wants to get into your pants. You've been going out a long time. Just don't do it until you're ready.”

  Abby shrugged. “Sure. I know.” Abby took a sip of her coffee. “She also wants me to come out.”

  “To who?”

  “Well, in general, but especially to my dad.”

  “Your dad! Why?!”

  “She just thinks it's important for gays to be honest and open about who they are, you know, gay pride and and that.”

  “Has she met your dad?”

  “Well, no, not yet.”

  “No surprise there.”

  Abby set her coffee down. “What's that supposed to mean?”

  “It means that maybe she's being nice to you, but she doesn't have your best interests at heart.”

  “What?! Cindy, you have no idea what you're talking about.”

  Cindy poked her finger straight down on the table to emphasize her point. “Think about it, Abby. What if your dad flips out and kicks you out of the house? He just may hate gays that much. Has she even thought about that possibility? Is she going to put you up?”

  “Well, Maybe I can get a job. I could find a place to rent on my own.”

  “How would that work? You're still in high school. You can't make enough money to pay for a place and food.”

  “I'll ask Jordan to move in with me. I love her, and I think she might love me, too. It feels like it's all coming together.”

  “You think she might be in love with you, too? You're moving way too fast, Abby. You need to slow down and make sure this is what you want.”

  “And I suppose you know what I want?”

  “No, but I know that if you come out to your dad when you're not ready, you may be out on the street. He's a hardass when he wants to be. Tread carefully here.”

  Abby put a finger to Cindy's face. “This is just like you, Cindy. Finally, something good comes my way, and you can't stand it. You have to tear me down. Jordan is for real. I love her.”

  Cindy swiped Abby's obtrusive finger. “Wake up, Abby. Look at yourself. She's got you on a leash like a trained dog. Look at that outfit. Jeez! There's nothing left of you. Where does Jordan end and Abby begin?”

  “Goddammit!” Abby stood up and struggled frantically to pulled her black wallet from her black studded pants. “Screw you, Cindy! I'm doing it tonight. I'm going to write my father a letter and leave in the mailbox for him. Then I'm going to Cindy's and I'm giving her all of me. We're going to be together forever. I'll prove to you you're wrong!”

  Cindy raised her arms in silent surrender.

  Abby threw a twenty on the table and marched out of the diner.

   Submission 

  Abby jogged her way up the dark walkway. The huge, dark door swung open to reveal Jordan in blue sweats.

  She rubbed her eyes. “Abby, what are you doing here? It's late.”

  Abby marched in, forcing her to retreat. She swung the door shut behind her.

  “Are your parent’s home?”

  “No. They went clubbing in Dallas tonight. What's going on, Abby?”

  Abby looked at her sternly. She took a deep breath, then lifted the mesh top and tank over her head all in one movement, leaving her bare from the waist up.

  Jordan stared at her chest for several quiet moments in sincere admiration. Then she met Abby's eyes. “What brought this on?”

  “I'm ready.”

  A modest grin appeared on Jordan's lips. “Do I get all of you?”

  “Yeah.”

  The modest grin widened. She took Abby by the hand and led her into the hallway toward her bedroom, but Abby stopped her.

  “Not in there.”

  “Where then?”

  Abby smiled. Walking backwards, she lifted Jordan's top over her head and discarded it. Peeking behind her to avoid obstacles, she continued. Jordan loosened her sweat pants and let them fall by the way, leaving only a set of white panties behind.

  Abby led her to the living area under the clear roof. She looked up. A full moon shown down amongst the stars onto Abby and Jordan's stage. A huge, low, round table dominated the center of the room under the nighttime ambiance. Abby tested its weight. Very heavy. It wasn't going anywhere.

  Jordan passed around and stood in front of her. She brought her face within inches of Abby's breasts. She breathed on them, examining her along their length like a child scrutinizing each flavor of ice cream behind the glass display. She closed her eyes. Her fine lips kissed Abby's soft flesh, beginning the night's foray ever so delicately.

  Jordan drew her nose across the vast, silky smooth expanse of Abby's generous landscape, warm and inviting. Then she exchanged it for her tongue, drawing lines of wet desire in spirals on her curved swell until she reached awakened center. There, she tickled and taunted Abby's tit. Abby took a deep breath, raked her fingers through her hair, and tilted her head to the side.

  “God, Jordan.”

  Jordan took her large, dark central disks and sucked them into her mouth. Breathing through her nose, she sucked to titillate, tormenting with movements of her tongue. Abby stroked Jordan's hair. She held Jordan close to her almost sabotaging the experience.

  “Good Lord, Jordan, that's fantastic. I've never felt that before.”

  Jordan sat down on the edge of the table and smiled.

  She stripped off her own panties and placed a leg on either side of Abby as she stood in front of her.

  Jordan placed her hands on Abby's hips.

  “What changed your mind tonight?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Nothing?”

  Abby's gaze traveled to the far side of the room, perhaps to distract from the frown that dominated her face. “It doesn't matter.”

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�Okay. It doesn't matter to me. I just can't believe we're finally here. I've waited so long to get you naked, I almost forgot what I was waiting for. Now, that we're finally here, I almost hate to unwrap my present. The anticipation has been so much fun.”

  “As you like.”

  Jordan leaned forward to place one long, lustful kiss above Abby's pant line. “I'm much too wet to stop now.” Her hands made their way to Abby's belt buckle. Abby closed her eyes. First went the buckle, then the button, and finally the zipper. Jordan slid the black denim down Abby's pale, vulnerable legs. She stepped out of them.

  Jordan turned her attention to Abby's underwear, an aqua set of boy cut cotton panties.

  “Nice.”

  She gently placed her cheek against the soft panties, rubbing Abby's tender belly. She rubbed her here and there, then began with kisses.

  “I can smell you,” said Jordan.

  “You should. You got me hot and wet.”

  “You smell divine.”

  Abby tensed in a wave of heated anticipation, a wanton squirm rolling down her midsection. She squatted and arched a bit, aching for contact, needing it. Her right index finger found its way into her mouth, a proxy for her acutely empty pussy. She sucked it hard.

  “Look at you.” Jordan laughed. “You're really horny now, aren't you?”

  Her mouth full and busy, Abby could only nod.

  Jordan extended her tongue. Its stiff tip met the cotton threshold of Abby's damp slit.

  “Ah!” breathed Abby, opening mouth wide, the finger still inserted deep into it.

  Jordan's tongue pushed between hair-covered lips, following her deep wet path and deforming cotton covered petals as it went, wetting its path snail-like behind it. Abby released a long, heady groan, then resume sucking her finger with renewed vigor. Having traced as far south as Jordan could, she applied her own lips to Abby's, gripping them for a sloppy kiss. Then she bestowed another, then another and another. Soon, there was no distinction between them. Jordan's mouth simply affixed to Abby's panties.

  Abby wheezed a moan. She sluggishly lifted her free hand to rub circles on her stomach. Then, as Jordan continued, her hand moved up to her breast, pinching and circling her nipple.

  Jordan paused. Abby halted, peering down, a jagged longing nagging her. With a resplendent appreciation, Jordan peeled the elastic from the top of Abby's panties. The rest followed. Abby watched Jordan, who sat still, affixed on Abby's emerging womanhood.

  Jordan smiled. Abby's lips were visible under her dark bush, plump and red, ripe with stinging urgency. Abby inserted a finger to lift each lip by its edge, exposing her hot, wet center within.

  Jordan's eyebrows pressed together at the sight. “Oh. I can see your clit.”

  “Can you?” Abby said, surprised.

  “Oh, yes. It's right here. Jordan reached up a flicked it with the tip of her finger.

  Abby reacted with an instinctual buck. “Oo!”

  “Good?”

  “Sensitive.”

  Jordan smiled up at her for only a moment. Then she planted her nose squarely on the apex of Abby's slit and laid into her with her tongue. Unprepared, Abby groaned so long and guttural that her face turned red and sweat began to bead up on her face.

  As Jordan lapped her deep along her fiery hot juncture, Abby raised her eyes to the heavens. The moon caught her attention. In her round fullness, she seemed to stare back at Abby, somehow pregnant with a celestial femininity. Abby did her best to keep her focus, holding her swollen lips apart and staying vertical on her trembling legs. It seemed like her feminine anatomy was taking control, eclipsing all other awareness. Her clit, especially, thumped pleasure to her brain as if it was as big as as a beach ball. And the tongue writhing between her legs felt as large and powerful as if it belonged to a giraffe.

  Without warning, the beach ball exploded. Abby's torso tensed and all breathing halted. Somehow she found Jordan's shoulder and leaned on her for support. Her legs were near useless. It was all she could do hold together against the delicious electricity shooting throughout her body.

  “I'm coming.”

  Abby trembled. She waved like a flag several times in content aftermath and peered down at Jordan. They shared a loving smile.

  “God, that was great. I've never been able to do anything on my own.”

  “It's always better with a lover.”

  Abby took some time to catch her breath. “That make sense.”

  Jordan's desirous fingers caressed softy Abby's hips, still damp with the intensity of the orgasm.

  “I want you to fuck me.”

  Abby blinked a sleepy gaze and peered down at her. “How? Do you have a strap-on?”

  “I do. But tonight, I think maybe something with a little more finesse.”

  Abby raised an eyebrow.

  “Wait here.”

  Abby looked up again, tracing the stars overhead, and seeking out any of the few constellations she could remember. She almost sat down, but then decided against placing her bare fanny on the Coopers' fancy furniture, even if Jordan already had. She couldn't even tell what the table was made of.

  Jordan appeared from the hallway. She was barely visible amidst the bundle in her arms. Abby could identify a comforter, a body pillow, and a long black dildo jiggling in her hand. Once near, she set her haul down on the nearby couch, except for the comforter.

  “Here. Take one side of this.”

  The girls spread the plush spread out over the breadth of the table. Then Jordan placed the long pillow on it lengthwise, but standing up.

  Holding the pillow to keep it from falling down, she said, “Okay, Abby. Straddle this.”

  Abby climbed onto the table on her knees and positioned herself on one side of the pillow. Then Jordan lubed the long dildo and got on the table.

  “Can you lean back?”

  Abby leaned backwards, her apex hungry in anticipation. Jordan rubbed her for a minute, then slipped the tip of the dildo inside her. Abby closed her eyes, her head rolling to the side. The shaft moved in and out, magnificently pushing into her each time, every thrust more beautiful than the last.

  “Hell, that feels so damned good.”

  With her eyes closed, she could almost hear Jordan smiling. “Good.”

  The motion stopped. Jordan stood up and stepped over Abby's legs. She then squatted down backwards, inserting the dildo into herself before supporting herself with her hands on the table.

  “Ready.”

  Abby still wasn't quite sure how this was going to work. The dildo bent on the pillow between them. She shifted her hips forward. That moved the angle of the bend a little, but didn't move the shaft much. She lowered her hips down. That forced the length of the dildo into the pillow and back into Jordan. She responded with a moan.

  “That's the way.”

  Abby made one final adjustment. Then she began to rock forward and down. Each wonderful motion penetrated them both. This is pretty ingenious, thought Abby. Having tested the setup at slow speed, she was ready for more.

  Abby sped up her swaying.

  Jordan braced herself for the jolt applied on every motion, and stiffened with pleasure. “Shit, yeah!”

  With a hand free, Abby reached forward and laid her thumb on Jordan's clit. She kept rocking, but managed to wiggle over Jordan's solid nub under her thumb. Jordan looked down, watching Abby's hand at work, then her face pinched to a wince. Abby continued until Jordan cried out.

  She noticed some fatigue in her legs. Fun as this was, it had a time limit.

  She repositioned, leaning backward on one hand. With the other, she reached around Jordan's waist and pulled her closer. The result was that the dildo pushed into the pillow and pierced them both to maximum depth. Abby threw back her head and groaned. Jordan cried out again. Abby thrust her pelvis downward at a furious pace.

  “Shit!” cried Jordan. Abby's eyes were closed, but she could feel Jordan's midsection quaking in her arm in preorgasmic shudders.

 
“Come, baby!”

  Jordan sucked an awkward breath and said, “Not before you. We come together.”

  Abby's body already in full swing, she was ready, but not close. She adjusted again, tilting backward. The dildo bent inside her. She tilted forward. The angle cause the dildo to bend at her entrance, curve inside, and hit at her deep spot. That would do the trick. Now set, she rocketed on her mission as if their very lives depended on it. Jordan already felt limp as a leaf. Abby didn't know how she was holding on.

  “I'm close!” said Abby.

  The tip pounded her delicate, supersensitive nethers, pushing as if it owned her, as if it wanted to inject even farther into her. She caught a vision of it impaling her in erotic delight. The thought induced her body to spasm on glorious contractions that rocked her in waves radiating outward. She too went limp with contentment and breathed easy. The familiar grunts of Jordan's orgasms echoed in the distant background of her mind.

  Slowly, she opened her eyes again. Jordan was on top of her. She'd fallen forward. Both were drenched with sweat and still.

  Abby rolled them off the pillow and onto the table on their sides.

  She pulled Jordan in and wrapped their legs together. Abby was in bliss. She couldn't for the life of her remember why she'd been so reluctant to open herself to Jordan's advances. Clearly, this was the best night of her life. She held Jordan's head against her neck and looked up at the moon above. She would remember this moment as long as she lived.

  And then she smiled, truly smiled. “I love you,” she said.

  Jordan gave a small jolt.

  “Sorry. You okay?” ask Abby.

  “Oh, sure,” said Jordan.

  “I didn't scare you with that, did I?”

  “No. Not at all.”

  “You don't have to answer. I just wanted to say it.”

  The room was silent as Abby bathed in her contentment.

   Inside Out 

  “Hey, wake up.”

  Abby rolled over in Jordan's bed and blinked awake. Jordan was already dressed and made up. She stood over Abby, poking her with a small pole of some kind.