Abbie awoke with a smile on her face. It was a warm day in early summer and the sun was streaming into her upstairs bedroom. She stretched languidly, delicious memories of the evening before flooding her gradually rousing consciousness.
As she stretched, the top sheet slid across her chest, causing a pleasant tingling, followed by tautening, in her nipples. Abbie was reminded that she had drifted off to sleep naked after some hot and heavy phone sex with David, her boyfriend, last night. Sleeping naked was not something she normally did. There wasn't a lot of privacy when sharing a flat with three other university students, and besides, Abbie thought – until recently, let's face it, she'd been too inhibited to experiment with such sensual delights.
On this occasion, though, she was alone in the flat. Everyone else had had headed back to their home towns for the long summer holiday. She was the last of all her friends to finish her exams. Although her 19-year-old heart ached for David, she felt happy in a way she had never experienced before. She was relishing her independence, and the summer ahead held promise of adventure – Abbie had been invited to spend the next few weeks with David and his family at their beach house.
She bounced out of bed and stood in the warm sunshine, checking herself out in the full-length mirror. By any standards, she was a knockout, although until she met David she had scarcely acknowledged this to herself. Her conservative Christian upbringing and high intelligence had produced a young woman who was more focussed on her studies than on exploring her sexuality. She wasn't prudish or ignorant about sex, and was aware that her looks could easily turn heads. It was just that after putting up with years of panting attention from spotty, zealous Bible Class youths she had learned (without being specifically conscious of this) to dress and behave in a way that played down her attractiveness.
