I can’t help but laugh. “Do your aunt and uncle feed you?”
“They have plenty of food, but it’s all healthy gluten free vegan crap. It’s disgusting. They won’t allow me to have junk food in the house. Basically anything that tastes good is forbidden.”
“That explains a lot.”
The server takes our plates just before the movie starts. Then we settle into our reclining chairs, hold hands and watch the show.
***
“Can we go back to your place?” Abby suggests even before I have a chance to start the Jeep.
“Maybe it’s better if I take you home.” I can’t help thinking about her uncle and his gun. Would the guy really shoot me? I don’t want to find out.
“I’m an adult. I don’t have a curfew.”
“As much as I’d love to take you back to my place I’m not sure it’s such a good idea.”
“Please.” Her eyes get that sad expression in them and she looks down at her hands on her lap.
I don’t know what to say. My body aches I want to be with her so badly. But I also don’t want to rush into sex and ruin everything.
I still want her to think I’m a gentleman.
“Is it because of what I told you about me and Dex?” she asks.
“That has nothing to do with it, Abby. I want you more than I've ever wanted anyone, but I don't want to mess up my chance with you. I want you to get to know me and like me.”
When she looks at me her eyes are serious. “I'm getting to know you. I know you're sweet and kind, funny and thoughtful. And guess what? I do like you. I liked you from the first time I saw you. I like you so much I think about you all the time.”
Before I realize what she’s doing, Abby unhooks her seatbelt and climbs into my seat with me, straddling me. Then she kisses me.
There isn’t a lot of room, but we somehow manage to make-out right there in the driver’s seat. I haven’t done anything like this since I was a teenager. She slowly and seductively moves up and down on my cock as she teases my lips with her tongue.
My cock feels like it’s ready to burst from my jeans I’m so turned on.
“You really want to go back to my place?” I mutter. The words barely even sound like English.
“I really, really do,” she replies breathlessly.
“Then buckle back up.” Screw being a gentleman. If she wants a ride on the merry-go-round I’m going to give her the ride of her life.
***
“Quiet,” I whisper as we enter the condo. “I don’t want to wake up Nellie and Roscoe.”
“It’s only nine o’clock,” she whispers back.
“They go to bed early.”
They don’t actually go to sleep that early, but she doesn’t need to know the details of their sex life.
With any luck we’ll be making enough noise ourselves that we won’t even hear them.
I grab Abby’s hand and lead her down the hallway towards my bedroom. I flip on the light as we enter and she lets out a small gasp.
“What’s wrong?”
“Your room is completely empty.”
“I have a bed and a dresser,” I correct.
She glances around my room. “You don’t have anything else. Not even a picture on the wall or a photo on your dresser.”
I shrug. “There’s been no one to have a photo of.”
“No family photos?”
“Nope.”
“Wow.”
I place my hand on her cheek. “Do you still want to be here? I could take you home if you’re not comfortable.”
She shakes her head. “It’s not that. It just makes me sad.”
“Why? What do I need pictures for when you’re here? You light up the whole room.”
The edges of her mouth turn up slightly. Not quite the smile I wanted, but it’s a start.
“Let’s sit down on my bed,” I offer.
When I hold my hand out she places her hand in mine, right where it’s supposed to be.
I lead her over to my bed then pull her down with me.
“I hope my bare room didn’t spoil the mood.”
She slowly shakes her head. “Not at all.”
“Good.”
I kiss her. I’ve never tasted anyone so sweet. I can’t seem to get enough of her.
“Let’s get undressed,” she whispers in my ear.
Normally when a girl tells me to get undressed I have my pants off almost as quickly as the words leave her mouth. But I really want to take things slowly with Abby and enjoy every moment of our first time together.
I can tell by the hungry look in her eyes that she has other ideas.
Before I have a chance to respond she starts unbuttoning my shirt. I go along for the ride.
Once she’s managed to get my shirt off I wait to see what she’ll do about my jeans. She doesn’t waste any time with the top button. The fly is a little bit tougher though because I’m sitting down. She does give it her best shot.
“Stand up,” she orders finally.
I do as I’m told and rise from the bed. My zipper comes open within seconds. Once she’s pulled my pants down to the ground I step out of them.
Now it’s just me and my boxer briefs. She nods as she inspects her work so far. “Those have to go as well.” She indicates the underwear.
I make it easy on her. I pull them down and kick them away.
She licks her lips as she looks me up and down. I take that as a good sign that she likes what she sees.
Then she works on her own clothes. She unbuttons her blouse and lets it fall to the floor. Then she steps out of her sexy little skirt.
If I ever did consider having a photo on my dresser this is the one that I’d want. Abby posing in her white lace bra and panties. I’ve been with more girls than I can count, but I’ve never seen a girl manage to look both sexy and innocent at the same time.
It’s a major turn on.
I take a snapshot of her in my mind.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks shyly.
“This is the photo I want.”
She frowns. “What do you mean?”
“I’ve never wanted any photos before. But looking at you standing there in your bra and panties. That’s the photo I want on my dresser. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her cheeks turn red with embarrassment. “I seriously doubt I’m the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.”
“You are by far.”
She laughs. “Now you’re a poet?”
“And I didn’t even know it.”
That makes her laugh even harder. “You’re very silly.”
“Is that good?”
“It’s great. Dex was always too serious. I’ve laughed more with you than I ever laughed with him the whole time we were together.”
“I love it when you laugh,” I tell her. “Your face lights up the room.”
My comment makes her face redden even more.
She straddles me again, like she did when we were in Roscoe’s Jeep. My body reacts immediately.
In my head I still want to take things slow, but my dick has other ideas.
I don’t think slow is what Abby has in mind either. Not the way she’s rubbing against me.
I grab her hips and hold her as I move both of us into the middle of the bed.
Then as carefully as I can I roll both of us around so that I’m on top and she’s on the bottom.
Call me old school, but I much prefer making the moves.
I don’t think Abby minds. She’s grinning from ear to ear.
“See something you want?” I tease.
She points to my very hard cock.
As I push her bra strap down I place a kiss on her shoulder. I work my way up her neck with soft kisses until she shivers. Then I do the same on the other side of her body.
“You’re teasing me,” she complains.
“Don’t you like it?”
“You’re making me shivery.”
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nbsp; “Is that a bad thing?”
“No…I want more.”
And that’s exactly what I give her.
Much, much more.
Once her bra is on the floor I head for her panties. I place butterfly kisses all the way down her stomach until I reach her panty line.
As if she can read my mind she lifts her hips so I can remove her underwear. Those join her bra and the rest of our clothing next to the bed.
Now it’s time for my specialty. My most sought after talent. The tricks that I perform with my tongue.
As I move between her legs for a taste she puts her hands on my shoulders and stops me.
There’s a look of horror on her face. “What are you doing?”
I frown. “Is that a trick question?”
“Why is your face down there? I was expecting something else.” She points to my hard on.
“You can play with that in a few minutes,” I tell her. “But you need to have the appetizer first.”
Her face is scrunched up with confusion.
As much as I don’t want to bring up her ex right now I need to ask the question. “Didn’t Dex ever go down on you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Oral sex.”
“You mean like a blow job?”
“Except the opposite. What the guy does for the girl.”
“I didn’t know there was anything else.”
I hate Dex even more.
“Do you trust me?” I ask. As soon as the words leave my mouth I realize how ridiculous they sound. She’s lying naked in my bedroom. Of course she trusts me. “Close your eyes and just enjoy what I’m doing, okay?”
Her forehead is still lined with concern, but she does finally close her eyes.
I give her everything I’ve got. I pull out every trick I know to make her feel good.
Apparently what I’m doing downtown is working because her back is arched and she’s moaning. So I give her just a little more. Enough to push her over the edge. And I don’t stop until she’s undone.
When she finally opens her eyes she looks dizzy with pleasure. “That was only the appetizer?”
I grin. “Oh, Abby baby, I’ve got so much more for you.”
As I reach towards the nightstand for a condom she grabs my arm. “Don’t.”
I narrow my gaze at her. “You don’t want me to use a condom?”
She shakes her head. “I’m on the pill. If you’re healthy we don’t need to use them.”
I think about her being with Dex, and all the girls he’s probably been with on campus.
“I always wrap it,” I tell her.
Disappointment spreads over her face, and then I feel like a real asshole.
I place my hand on her face. “I’m only trying to protect you.”
Her eyes get moist. “Do you still want to be with other girls?”
I feel like I’ve been slapped. “Why would you think that?”
A teardrop streams down her face and I wipe it away.
“I don’t want anyone but you,” I assure her.
“Then don’t use a condom. I’ve made Dex use one since he went away to college, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“I’ve never not used one,” I admit.
“Please,” she begs.
The look on her face is so sad it’s breaking my heart. I want to give her everything she wants, but I don’t want to be careless with our health.
I move my thumb lightly across her cheek. “Is it that important to you?”
She nods. “I want this to be special for both of us.”
So I do the one thing I said I’d never do.
“This is just for you,” I tell her as I push inside of her bareback.
She gasps with my first hard thrust.
I had no idea how much different it would feel to be inside of her without a condom. I mean, I knew it would feel better. I had no idea how much better.
It’s so good I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to last. But I really want Abby to come. So I try to distract myself and think of anything else but being inside of her.
Football. Auditions. Her aunt and uncle’s nursery. I try to get them to hold my attention, but it’s no use.
Abby is the center of my attention, and I have a feeling she will continue to be from now on.
Luckily I see her face flush. When she opens her mouth slightly and closes her eyes I have a feeling she’s getting ready to climax.
That’s when I go for the touchdown. It only takes a few more hard thrusts for us both to cross the goal line and score.
I stay inside of her, completely still, until she opens her eyes again. Then I wait for her reaction.
She just stares at me blankly.
Did something go wrong? Did I do something wrong? My chest tightens and I have a moment of panic. Did I just completely mess up our first time together?
You only get one shot at your first time with someone. Of course I have a history of my first time with a girl also being my last time with her, but I always want it to be her best time. One she’ll never forget.
“Are you okay?” My voice sounds smaller and more quiet than normal. That’s probably because I’m afraid to hear her answer.
What if she doesn’t ever want to be with me again? I think that would totally break me. I already feel attached to her in a way I’ve never felt about anyone else before.
I place my hand on her cheek. “Abby, talk to me. Please. Is everything okay?”
She nods very slowly.
“Did I do something wrong?” My voice cracks slightly.
She shakes her head just as slowly.
After a few moments she finally makes eye contact with me. “Sex never felt like that before.”
“In a good way or a bad way?” I ask.
“A good way,” she assures me.
“Why do you look so sad?” I run my thumb over her cheek.
“I don’t think Dex ever really cared about me. I think he just liked the fact that I’d spread my legs for him whenever he wanted.”
My stomach tightens like I’ve just been punched in the gut. How could that asshole treat her like that? Abby should be treasured and adored, not used.
I place a quick kiss on the tip of her nose. “I want to be a part of your life. Hopefully a really big part.”
That’s when she finally gives me the smile I’ve been hoping for. “Don’t say that until you’ve had a chance to spend more time with Sadie. You might change your mind if I ask you to change a diaper.”
“How about tomorrow?” I offer.
She bites her bottom lip as if she’s giving my offer consideration. “It’s my aunt and uncle’s date night. I’ll ask them if it’s okay for you to come over for dinner and a movie while they’re out.”
I gulp. Not many things intimidate me, but I have to admit that I’m a little bit scared of spending the entire evening with an eleven month old.
“Let me know what they say,” I tell her with as much confidence as I can muster.
She places a kiss on my cheek. “I’d better get going. My aunt and uncle will get mad if I stay out too late.”
“I definitely don’t want your uncle mad at me,” I tell her.
She frowns. “He talks tough, but he’s really a big softy.”
“He threatened to shoot me. He said he had a gun.”
She laughs. “He won’t even kill bugs. He scoops them up and puts them outside. He was just trying to scare you.”
“He kind of did,” I admit.
“Do you want to take me home on your moped?” she suggests.
“You really want me to take you back on that thing?”
She grins. “I really do. It’ll be nice to get some fresh air. Do you have an extra helmet?”
“I do.”
Once Abby and I are dressed we sneak down the hallway so we won’t disturb Nellie and Roscoe. I realize it’s pointless when I hear laughter coming from the kitchen.
“Do you want to meet my roommates?” I whisper to Abby.
“Yes,” she replies enthusiastically.
I grab her hand and pull her into the kitchen.
Nellie is sitting on Roscoe’s lap and she’s feeding him leftover pizza. It’s a little kinky, so I’m glad they’re both fully dressed.
“Hey,” Roscoe says when he realizes Abby and I are staring at them.
Nellie gives a wave until she swallows the pizza in her mouth. Then she says, “Hi.”
“I wanted to introduce you to Abby.”
She gives them a shy smile.
Nellie hops down from Roscoe’s lap and extends a hand to Abby. “Great to meet you. I’m Nellie.”
Roscoe rises from the table and joins us. “I’m Roscoe.”
This is a lot more awkward than I thought it would be. Nellie and Roscoe aren’t saying anything and neither is Abby.
Of course I have no idea what to say.
Finally Abby says, “Chris tells me the two of you are screenwriters.”
They both nod. Then Nellie says, “I have a script going into production soon.”
“That’s fantastic,” Abby tells her. “I actually know someone famous.”
Nellie laughs. “Let’s not get carried away. It’s a low budget indie film. But it is a screenwriting credit. Baby steps as they say.” Then she points to me. “This is the guy who’s going to be famous one day.”
“I’m working on it,” I add.
“You work at a nursery?” Roscoe says.
Abby nods. “For now. My aunt and uncle own it.”
“We have quite a few of your plants,” Roscoe comments.
Abby gives my hand a squeeze. “Chris was very persistent about meeting me.”
“You couldn’t have worked at a bakery? Or a liquor store? Something we actually could have used.”
Roscoe’s joke makes Abby laugh.
“We’d love to invite you both to dinner one day,” Nellie offers.
Roscoe gives her a kiss on the temple. “Great idea.”
“I’d like that,” Abby tells her.
“Then it’s a date,” Nellie says.
“I’d better get Abby home,” I suggest.
Thoughts of Abby’s uncle and his gun are still in my head.
Five
I feel like a girl. Seriously. I’ve already put on three different shirts and I can’t decide what to wear.
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