*Carter*
The sun peering through the blinds is like a bolt of lightning surging through my brain. I reach over to my dark mahogany nightstand and grab the water bottle and ibuprofen Mona left for me last night. Gargoyle, my bully breed dog, shoves his abnormal looking body up from under the covers. His pudgy little grey legs stab me in the ribs as he stands on top of me to lick my face.
“Ugh, dog your breath is like a chum bucket.”
I grab my phone to text Sarah, my assistant, and notice Mona sent me a picture. My dick twitches in response to memories of railing into her last night. Fuck… she looks so much like Abigail Campbell. Abigail. Fucking. Campbell. The most stunning girl to walk the halls of Ellismoore High.
Highschool was a little rough for me. I had coke bottle think glasses and bulky metal braces with rubber bands that had that to stay on the entire four years I wore them. Up until senior year my body resembled a wet noodle. Abby though, she saw something in me.
I walk into my bathroom remembering that first day Freshman year… I was sitting alone at the outside lunch table, hidden behind the soda machine, and up walks Abby. She asked me if she could sit down and then sat her cute little but down before I could tell her no. She gave off vibes of pure sweetness – it was giving me a literal toothache. I first noticed how soft her long auburn hair looked as it was draped over her shoulder in some french twisty braid thing. She was tall and curvy with large breasts and her eyes were the oddest shade of hunter green. Abby Campbell was by far the most beautiful girl I had ever seen. She smiled nervously at me as she opened her tattered copy of Wuthering Heights and proceeded to tell me her favorite quote was “whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” I didn’t have the heart to tell her about the destructive meaning behind the overused quote. Laughing at herself, she rolled her eyes and pointed to her ample chest “I’m a hopeless romantic.” We became best friends over the next four years, every day we were together – her quoting Tolstoy and Dickens and me going on a weird nerdy rant about the future of technology. Most days I would have to run in the bathroom to jack off every three hours, just being in the same room as Abbs made my dick so hard it could cut glass. She was everything – beauty, brains, and kindness.
I smile thinking of her…. and then I remember how she basically told me to fuck off and started dating Brad a week after she left for college, taking my virginity and pride with her. I never spoke to Abby again.
A rush of blood jolts to my cock as thoughts of Abby swirl around, I try to ignore the traitor tucked in my briefs. I’m ashamed to admit it but pretty much all the women I bring home at the end of the night share some resemblance to the succubus herself.
I look in the mirror and push thoughts of Abby away. She chose Brad… even the fucking name still gets under my skin. He was everything I wasn’t in high school and college – running back football star and good looking. Now my body resembles Michelangelo’s David, and my smile is guaranteed to make the ladies swoon right into my bed…. What about my career? I was THE nerd in high school so of course I have a job that makes my bank account look as fat as a stack of pancakes at IHOP. Basically, Abby Campbell broke my dweb heart and made me into what I am today – a hot rich asshole.
I turn on the faucet and brush my teeth, my mind wonders back to the last time I saw Abby. It was the night before we both left for college, she was going off to Texas in the morning and I was hitching a ride with my friend Bobby to Brown. My parents were having a date night at Café La Blanc and Abby came over to hang out and say bye. The lingering smell of freshy baked chocolate chip cookies my mom made before she left hanged in the air. Yellow Ledbetter by Pearl Jam hummed on the radio and Abby and I were playing Twister.
Both of her hands on yellow, one leg on blue, and the other on green. I spined the wheel and took a glance at her, chuckling to myself, she’s going to fall. Abby moves her hand to green and loses her balance, falling on top of me. Her eyes looking down to meet mine. The light brown freckles on her cheeks brighten an impossible shade of red as her raspy voice stammers out “Arrrrre…are… are you okay?”
A strand of hair falls out of her braid and my breathing turns erratic. I brush her hair back behind her ear and we stare at each other for what feels like eternity – my hand still on her ear, both of us unmoving. Slowly she moves her head down to mine and presses the faintest kiss on my lips. “Is this okay?”
I reach up, taking her face in the palm of my hand and bringing her lips back to mine. My tongue licks her lips, and she opens her mouth, slipping her tongue inside. Her mouth is warm, and she tastes like cinnamon from her Big Red gum. My dick fully hardens and pushes against the zipper of my jeans. Our breathing is heavy, and our kissing turns desperate as I reach up to touch her breast. She moans her approval in my mouth as she grinds her hips down rocking against my hard on.
Breaking the kiss, she reaches up and takes off her shirt. My eyes zero in on her naked stomach for the first time, a constellation of freckles cover her navel. Her cheeks turn an alarming shade of crimson as she reaches both of her arms behind her back and unclasps her bra. Slowly, she lets the basic white cotton bra fall down her slender arms… fuck me if that’s not the hottest thing I have ever seen. I sit up with her in my lap as the song on the radio changes to Black, Eddie Vedder crooning on about lost first loves, I look at her.
“Is. Is this okay?”
Her hooded eyes watch me as I take her nipple in my mouth and lets out a breathy moan as I start to suck. I can feel the heat from her pussy through my jeans as she starts to rock her hips again. I suck and twist her nipples, making sure to give each one of them attention.
Reaching down she unzips my pants and puts her hand inside of my boxers. I feel the softness of her hand on my shaft, and it takes every ounce of my self-control to stop her.
“Are you sure you want to do this?… We don’t have to do it if you’re not comfortable.”
She pulls my cock out and with a shy smile says “Carter… lay down.”
I lay down and lift my butt off the floor as she starts to pull down my boxers and jeans. My extremely hard cock bobs as I move to get more comfortable.
“Are you a virgin Abby?”
Ignoring my question, she sits on her on her knees in front of me and brings her head down taking a teasing lick on the head of my cock.
She looks up from where she is kneeling “I’ve only done this a couple times before… I want it to be good for you.. Will you tell me if I’m doing something wrong?”
I look at her still blushing cheeks and Iaugh “I’m pretty sure you could never do this wrong.”
She laughs and lowers her head giving another teasing lick and squeezes my shaft with her hand. “Ohhh shit.” I grab the back of her head and tangle my fingers in her hair, slowly gliding her hot wet mouth down my cock until it hits the back of her throat.
She gags and I give her a moment to relax. “Breathe through your nose Abbs.” I lift her head back up and down until I’m hitting the back of her throat again. She gags but this time moans after. I can feel the vibrations of her moans and shit does it feel good. “Do you like deep throating my cock?” She looks up and into my eyes with my dick still in her mouth and swallows. “Fuck Abbbbs”. Her grip tightens and her hand begins to move in tandem with her sucking. I can feel my balls start to tighten as she hollows out her cheeks. “Fuckkkkkkk. You keep doing that and you’re going to make me cum.” I tighten my grip on her hair and my hips thrust up as I start to fuck her mouth. Tingles start to go up my spine, I’m so close to cumming in Abby Campbell’s mouth, the thought alone… She’s choking around my dick as black tears from her mascara stream down her face. It’s too much. I don’t want to cum yet.
I pull her head up. “Lay down.” She lays down and her long auburn hair spills around the floor, the lighting in my room making her look like an actual angel. Her raw bee stung lips are swollen and colored the darkest shade of maroon. Fuck she’s so beautiful. I lift my shirt over my head and reach down to unbutton her jeans, sliding them down her toned ivory legs. My eyes admire her perky large breasts, moving down her stomach, to her underwear with a visible wet spot.
I slowly run my hands down the side of her smooth torso as goosebumps start to dot her skin. Sliding her underwear down her legs and over her feet, I take in her neatly trimmed pussy and her pink puffy lips. My mouth begins to drool and I can feel my cock heavy and hard against my leg .
I lay down on my stomach and open her lips with my fingers. Her musky scent turning my brain to scramble as I slowly circle her swollen clit with the tip of my finger. “Fuck Abby. Your pussy….” My fingers squeeze and massage her clit as I start fucking her with my tongue.
“Carter!”
“Have you always done this?”
“Oh, ohhh my, yes right there.”
I don’t want to tell her that I watched Nina Hartley’s tutorial on how to eat pussy one to many times, so I bring my lips to her clit and suck it in between my teeth. Thankfully that stops any other questions she may have.
Abby starts to grind against my face as I slip one finger in her. Fuck she’s so tight, I suck and bite and pull her clit as my finger moves faster. Abby’s husky moans fill my bedroom and her cum drips down my wrist. I can feel her pussy start to spasm and tighten, her grip on my hair becomes painful as she starts to ride my face faster.
“Carter!…. I’m going to cum, Carter”
“ ohhh my god”
Her husky moans fill my ears and I let her ride out her orgasm on my face, I grab my cock…..
The pounding at the door makes me jump out of my skin. I finish brushing my teeth and splash my face with cold water. I grab my sweatpants from the hamper and start thinking of corporate tax laws and eighteen-hour work days, my boner starts to chill. Gargoyle barks like a mad man downstairs as the banging continues. I look in the mirror “Who the fuck is knocking at ten in the morning?”
I walk down the stairs, ignoring the peep hole, and swing open my front door. Standing there is a curvy woman with a mess of auburn hair. I look her over, a full sleeve tattoo covering her left arm, big tits stretching against a vintage Def Leppard T, short cut off shorts showing off some pretty fucking killer legs, and white Vans. My dick jumps in my pants, I cough “can I help you?” I look at her face and see a small diamond stud on the left side of her nose. I look up into her eyes and the fucking same shade of hunter green that has been haunting me for the past twelve years stares back at me.
“Abby?”
A tear falls out of her eye and runs down her pale cheek.
“Hey Carter.”
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