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Having showered off the mornings (and previous nights) accumulations so as not to tip off every passerby that he had recently engaged in carnal pleasures, Cal went out to get himself some breakfast. While munching on his bacon strips with macaroni and cheese pancakes at the diner (it was a fun documentary, what can I say), his mind went over the fact that the week had gone from boring business trip to wild… hookup? His brain struggled with what to classify what had happened. The entire situation had weirded him out from the start, but once things had started gaining momentum he realized that he might be developing actual feelings for someone he’d just met, and at random bar called Sputter’s Trough no less.
Cal wasn’t one to believe in “love at first site” or “soul mates” since those were just narrative devices used as shortcuts for two people forming a connection in a natural way, because most writers don’t have a good grasp on healthy relationships, and to confuse people with attachment problems both conditioned and neurological, but he couldn’t deny that he was developing a strong attraction to a gothed out gremlin with knockers bigger than his head who wouldn’t meet the height requirements for most adult rides at a park.
Abby was likewise wrestling with her own jumble of thoughts on the current situationship with an older (at least compared to the guys she usually dated) out of towner on a business trip that had used wizardry to make a one in a million shot at darts. It was making it harder to focus on avoid questions from her friends about why she looked like she’d just cleaned herself in a hotel bathroom while brunching or whatever (look, I’m not gonna try to pretend like I know what most people do to socialize much less girls in their 20s. Are Tamagachies still a thing?). Valery in particular seemed to be the most curious about what she’d been up to and Abby had to cook up a story about how she’d spent the whole night fighting with her ex over whether his sounding rod was still at her place (don’t look it up, or do I don’t actually care. I’m in no position to kink shame anyone) in order to make it uncomfortable enough that no one wanted to ask any follow up questions with the added bonus of possibly creating a rumor about how much of a deviant he had been (especially since it wasn’t an entirely made up story).
She wasn’t in the habit of getting close to anyone to the point that she was pretty sure she’d never even used the word “love” in reference to her last boyfriend of eight months (and she was fairly certain she never did feel that way towards him) and would be hard pressed to remember the one that she had. She always chocked up her closed off approach to being smart enough to not be anyone’s fool, but in reality it may have had a little more to do with her tumultuous relationship with her family and their expectations. But unfortunately (at least according to Abby) the parts of her brain that allowed her to keep a safe distance from others were still asleep that morning when Cal was inside her as she watched him in the bathroom mirror. Her defenses had slipped up and allowed an intruder to reach her vulnerable interior, and to make things worse he’d made her feel really really good while doing it.
Cal finished his food and tried to figure out what to do with the rest of his Saturday. Abby’s assertion that she would be back hadn’t really given him any sort of specific time table to work with. Were they going to have dinner together? Was she going to show up unannounced at 10:15 pm? The thought of texting her so soon to find out made him feel a little too awkward so he went with the path that didn’t require him to make any decisions at all. This entailed going back to his room to watch movies and YouTube videos about lists of the Top 5 scariest ghost videos involving goats until he heard from her.
After breaking away from her friends, Abby went back to her place (lurking outside for a few minutes to make sure her ex wasn’t planning an ambush when she got back) and jumped in the shower, basking in the hot water and listen to Prince sing about Pussy Control. Her mind wandered to the pair of her panties sitting on the floor where she had stripped them off and noticed that they still had a small spot where some of Cal’s cum had leaked out of her while she was eating. She explored herself and found that there was still a small amount left inside and scooped out what little she could. With the warm water running over her back, she placed her fingers in her mouth and tasted him again. The dirtiness of what she was doing and the memory of how he felt on top of her made her twitch inside and she had to rub herself to orgasm before she could finish washing herself off. Even though she was still a little sore from the multiple times his cock had pounded her, remembering it as she pumped her fingers in and out while leaning up against the shower wall with her other hand still made her gush on herself.
At about the same time, Cal was in a similar state of stroking himself to the thought of Abby’s enormous breasts bouncing as she rode him. He could almost sense how her thighs felt as he squeezed them. What finally caused him to reach that final hurdle was the how her eyes had looked in the mirror when they came together. His ejaculate sprayed out on his chest and arm harder than he’d expected and he couldn’t help saying “Oh fuck!” out loud in both surprise and ecstasy. He had to take off the shirt he was wearing and toss it in the dirty cloths bag.
Climbing out of the shower, Abby stared at herself in the foggy mirror, wet bangs sticking to her forehead, her face free of any makeup and for a moment she felt… scared, exposed. How could whatever this was be anything at all? Cal was going to be gone in a week and she’d be back to either being on her own again (which she was accustomed to) or (in a doomed cycle) combing through the dregs of the area in hopes of finding someone who didn’t annoy her so much that she had to keep herself from stabbing them. She was finally able to convince herself that the reason she felt this way about him was because she didn’t know anything about him yet, and reasoned that when she did finally get to know him (or he finally go to know her) it would end in a shouting match and they would never see each other again. Yup, she concluded, that’s how it was going to be.
She did, however, concede to no one in particular that there was no reason she couldn’t enjoy herself while it lasted. Besides, she still had to pay him back for…
“You rubbed my feet.” Abby stated matter of factly after Cal had closed his hotel room behind her. Of all the ways he had pondered the reunion while passing the time until he received a text that she was on her way over at around 6:45, this was not one of them. After getting the message. he had suddenly felt incredibly nervous for reasons that were beyond him, not too dissimilar to the anticipation of the first night. He also realized how desperate he had been to hear from her again and when he had, a sudden anxious sense that something might go wrong bubbled up.
This time, Abby had manifested at his door in a much more toned down look, though she’d still made herself up more than Cal felt the situation required. She’d thrown on a low cut t-shirt with a Nosferatu face that did nothing to hide the jiggle of her breasts when she moved and the outside pajama pants that were almost Christmasy, if you didn’t look too close at the severed heads, usually worn for late night runs to the store along with what looked like a leather dog collar. Her hair was mostly straight this time, seeming flow even further down her back. She was also carrying a lime green tote bag in addition to her purse that was probably the thing that stood out the most in contrast.
The accusatory tone of Abby’s words threw him off more than what she’d actually said. “Is that a crime around these parts, sheriff?” he replied in confusion.
Abby glared at him like she didn’t appreciate his lack of seriousness on the subject, then grabbed his face and pulled his mouth to her dark red lips, kissing him deeply. Cal squeezed her close and returned her kiss enthusiastically before she finally broke it off. “No one’s ever rubbed my feet before, or much else other than my spectacular tits, so now I have to return the favor.”
Cal understood the individual words that came out of her (very enticingly shaped) mouth, but the way she strung them together seemed to be some kind of incomprehensible local dialect. “You.. really don’t owe me anything…” She cut him off with a black nailed finger on his mouth.
“I won’t have you bringing it up later in order to get what you want, so I’m making us even. Whether you like it or not,” Abby confirmed to him and began to pull off his pants. Cal was getting deja vu to when she had nearly tackled him on his way out of the bar when they first met after he had narrowly escaped spending at least everything he’d made that month or more getting five girls plastered. He couldn’t imagine what splitting a bill with her must be like.
“Soooo are you gonna rub *my* feet now?” Cal tried in vain to make any sense of what was happening.
“Ew, no!” Abby looked like he’d asked her to file down his calluses. “I’m gonna wring ever last drop out of your balls.” The exchange rate for foot massages made less sense than English currency, but Cal couldn’t bring himself to debate the issues as he already felt her soft hand gently massaging his now hardening cock. “Here, sit on the bed before you fall down and lets get to it.” She commanded as she led him like an almost (but not quite) five foot tall child with a dick leash.
Cal complied and after taking a seat on the edge, Abby moved next to him and started kissing him again while maintaining her purposeful grip on his shaft. He moaned a little into her mouth as her scent made him squeeze her closer to him. This time it was less perfumey and more fruity and subtle from her lotion. Her fingertips were now lightly gliding over his now fully hard member. He broke the kiss with a gasp as he felt her thumb begin to press circles into his glans.
“Fuck you’re good at that,” he breathed out, his eyes closed and his hand squeezing into the soft side of Abby’s waist.
“Oh, we’re just getting started, buddy,” she grinned back wickedly. Her expression contrasted with the tenderness of her touch as she got down on her knees and moved her face up to his crotch. “Now, let’s get the first one out of the way…”
Abby began to lightly lick along the length of Cal’s shaft, slowly going from base to tip then back down to his balls. She took one, then the other, in her mouth and sucked softly on it while gripping him a little tighter and pumping her hand. Cal couldn’t help put his hands on her head, feeling her silky dark hair as she worked on him like someone on a mission.
He knew he wasn’t going to be able to last long when she put him past her lips and began to suck up and down his throbbing cock. She gagged a little as she took him down her throat, but kept up the steady pace until he filled mouth with his first load of the night. She gulped it down as several globs splashed against the back of her throat and sucked the remaining little bit out, linger just a few seconds more to make Cal whimper at the over stimulation before finally releasing him with a satisfied pop.
“Holy fuck that was good!” Cal exclaimed while still clearing the fogginess from his head.
Abby grinned up at him proudly. “I know, but don’t crap out on me yet…” She stood up and slid her hand along his cheek to draw his attention to her. Slowly she began to sway and took her breasts in her hands, pushing them up and bouncing them a little under the loose fabric of her shirt. She continued to put on a little show as she caressed her body. Turning around, she made her ass jiggle for him before sliding her bottoms off to reveal she wasn’t wearing anything underneath. Cal sat entranced as he felt life begin to return to his spent cock at watching Abby strip for him. With a little flourish, she undid and removed her bra without taking off her top in order to give him a tantalizing, anticipation filled boob drop that made his mouth begin to water. Her smooth, pale skin seemed to almost glow in the dimming light from outside as the sun continued to set.
Swaying closer to him, she placed Cal’s hands on her massive tits and squeezed his fingers into them. He brought her puffy nipple to his mouth and gave it a little kiss before sucking on it, causing Abby to exhale loudly as she watched him. She played with his hair as she smiled to herself. Finally she pulled his mouth off of her and gave him another brief kiss before climbing on the bed behind him and laying on her round tummy. She spread her legs apart, fully exposing her perfect little innie. “How about you get to work putting that second load in me while I take a break from doing all the work…” She smiled back at him with a seductive glint in her eye.
Cal didn’t need to be told twice as he scrambled on top of her. By now his cock was definitely hard enough to slide over her moist slit. Even though it was still wet from her sloppy blow job, Cal took his time getting a good coating of her juices on his shaft before mounting and pressing himself in her waiting opening.
Abby let out an unrestrained groan as he filled her up. Propped up on her elbows, Cal began to move into her prone body, his crotch making soft slapping sounds against her phat ass as he grunted. She grabbed one of the pillows and hugged it as he took her. “Yeah, that’s it baby, use it like a fuck hole…” she moaned out. He started kissing over her shoulder as he felt her tightness and she turned her head so they could lock mouths again as he started to speed up. After several minutes Abby could feel herself getting closer as she clutched the pillow tighter. “Oh fuck, don’t stop! Keep going like that! Your gonna make me cum if you keep using me like a fleshlight!”
The dirty talk spurred Cal to thrust harder. He could feel his balls struggling to release their contents as he tried to hold on long enough to feel the gush of her orgasm. “Call me a slut…” Abby groaned out as she focused on her walls being stretched. “Make me your little slutty fuck toy…”
Cal drove her over the edge when he growled into her ear, “Cum on me you fucking slut!” The flood gates burst and she drenched him, biting into the pillow to muffle her cries as she felt him spill in response to her clenching muscles. Not having any bedding handy, Cal did what he could by burying his face in her hair in the hopes that he wouldn’t be too loud as pump after pump of seed filled her warm pussy.
After one final thrust, he slid out slowly and propped himself up on his side to catch his breath. His eyes wandered to the beads of sweat forming on Abby’s flawless back, glinting on a sea of alabaster that was one of the sexiest sights he’d ever witnessed.
Abby sighed contentedly and turned to face him, her smile glowing in the post nut haze. “Mmm that’s number two, you fucking stud.” She reached down and began to idly play with his wet cock, causing him to whimper slightly. “Maybe we should order food before we go for round three.”
“How many rounds are we looking at?” Cal asked with a slightly nervous chuckle. The only response he got was a wild cackle and a slap on the thigh.
They ended up ordering Chinese from a place one of Abby’s friends worked at before she realized that said friend might be the one to deliver it to her hotel sex dungeon. Cal insisted he pay for the food, citing that he would get reimbursed by his job so it was really them footing the bill as long as they didn’t go too nuts. Abby allowed this, rationalizing that she would never owe a corporation anything since corporations weren’t people, despite what the old crusty shit stains on the Supreme Court said.
After the food arrived (thankfully not being carried by her friend, but she had hidden in the bathroom just in case until they were alone again) they sat on the bed snuggled against each other while gobbling up noodles and dumplings and giving each other glances like a couple of eighth graders with a crush along with the periodic caress or casual poke. Cal was the first to actually broach a question. “So… how long you lived here?”
“My whole life, so far.” Abby answered through a mouth full of lo mein.
“What’s that like?” he followed up.
She swallowed, “Sucks. I’d leave if I could afford to, but right now I can’t.”
“What do you do for work?” Cal was about to pop a dumpling in his mouth but paused to add, “If you don’t mind my asking.”
Abby let out a derisive snort, “Just jumping from one job to another enough to keep my head above water. Nice thing about small shitty towns, not enough people want to live here for the rent to be too high. As long as I can make enough to keep from having to barter with my parents, I’m doing okay.”
“Barter? Like, with eggs and corn?”
This got her to bark out a laugh. “No, dork. Like, I acknowledge that they exist by going to dinner and family functions and if I’m really desperate, let them arrange a date with one of their rich friends sons or nephews or whatever and they ‘loan’ me some cash out of the benevolence of their shrunken, bigoted little hearts.”
Cal was starting to get an idea where the attitude and fashion choices came from. “That bad, huh?”
Abby poked at her food with her chopsticks. “Worse. My whole life has been, ‘Do this, don’t do that, proper girls don’t wear combat boots, you’ll never land a decent husband tarting yourself up like a whore’. They’ve been trying to marry me off as some kind of medieval business offering to their little group of snob buddies since my period started.” She picked out a piece of chicken and glared at it like it was responsible for something.
“Yeah, definitely sound like it sucks.” Cal leaned over and tenderly kissed the side of her head before getting back to his dumplings.
“One time, get this, one time,” she popped the offending meat into her mouth, crushing it with her teeth like the scum it was, “they set me up on a date with this douche bag and before I’d even met him -he was in a different school district- they told me ‘He’s a really nice young man,’” her voice became nasally in what Cal assumed was a parody of a pair of WASPs with sticks up their butts, “’and his family are good people.’ By good they meant had a lot more money and were higher up the ladder at my dad’s work. ‘And do try to behave *for once*.’” She almost spat the mangled chicken back out with the last part.
“That’s kind of really messed up,” Cal wasn’t sure what else to say.
“And you know how old I was? Fifteen!” Abby was starting to get worked up. “And to top it all off, you know how old he was?” Cal let the question hang in the air, not sure if it was rhetorical. “Motherfuckin *nineteen*!” Her eye was beginning to do the twitchy thing that it did when she was getting close to snapping as she stared at nothing in particular. “The fucker had already graduated and I just starting my freshman year. And even that didn’t stop him from trying to…”
She cut herself off as she realized that she was revealing way more than she should be. Somehow he had gotten her talking about herself in a way that she rarely did even around her close friends, and especially not while sober. The “date” hadn’t ended at all like her parents had hoped when the “nice guy” ended up in the hospital getting double digit stitches on his hand where she’d stabbed her fanged skull key chain that doubled as spiked knucks Wolverine style into it when he was clearly not willing to take ‘no’ for an answer. Charges hadn’t been pressed on either end even though Abby had wanted to (and despite what the whining twat kept threatening as he bled all over his car seat) but her parents made it clear that the whole thing must have been her fault. It warmed her in the cockles on cold nights to know he would probably have a nasty scar for the rest of his life and hoped it reminded him of her. And people still wondered why she had trust issues.
Abby took a deep breath and tried to calm herself, “Anyway.” She looked down at her food, deciding she was done eating. “Sorry, that was probably more than you wanted to hear…”
After a short silence, Cal said, “Man, I’m lucky I didn’t try to run away from you at the bar before giving you what you wanted.”
It took a few seconds for Abby to get what he was saying, but when it clicked she started laughing so hard she snorted, which only made her laugh more. With the mood lightened, she nuzzled her head into his side and he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, giving her a soothing rub. She couldn’t tell why she felt so comfortable with him, of all people. Maybe it was because at no point had he ever reminded her of her father.
Cal kissed the top of her head some more and they proceeded to clear up the remaining food and stash it away in the mini fridge to possibly be heated up later in the little microwave, or be forgotten about until the next time someone tried to stash leftovers in there.
After climbing back into bed, Abby snuggled up to him again and they started making out. With dinner out of the way, they took their time slowly exploring each others bodies. Cal took several minutes exploring the tattoo pattern on her arm, tracing over it with his fingers while she watched his face, trying to figure out what the unfamiliar emotion she was having was. She, in turn, took her time caressing and pawing at his chest, causing him to let out an embarrassing giggle when she started playing with his little permahard nipples which she found equally fascinating. This only made the phantom feelings she was having even stronger.
Eventually, however, the intrusive thoughts of the past found her again and Abby shook off whatever it was she was slowly sinking in to as she sat up. “Well, time to get back to work.” She announced like a cock foreman after the whistle blew.
“I mean, when you make it sounds like that…” Cal replied sarcastically.
Abby gave a pitying sigh. “Oh you silly boy,” she shook her head, “You poor poor summer child.” She began scooting her way over to edge of the bed where the tote she’d brought lay. “You really have no clue what I have planned, do you?”
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this is so good. is there gonna be another part?
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