Before I begin, I should explain the brief history between this girl Abby and I: A few months back, I was hired to help her move. Now I had just begun obsessing over this sexy neighbor of mine, Autumn, and thoughts of her were on my mind, which led to me getting a hard-on that just wouldn't go away. Abby noticed, I guess she thought it was for her--which it would have been in my 'pre-Autumn' days—and comes onto me. One thing led to another and, well, I came on her.
We left on good terms, but we hadn't seen or even talked since. Honestly, I didn't think much about it. I probably should have, considering I was a horny 18 year old, Abby was the second girl I'd ever had sex with, and the first good fuck I'd ever had at all. But she wanted the responsibility to maintain the relationship (in other words, she said she'd call me, and asked me not to call her) and when I didn't hear from her, I decided it must be for the better.
That was why it was such a shock to see her enter my bathroom unannounced while I was taking a shower early one evening. Literally months had passed since our one meeting, and yet apparently Abby had tracked down my address, drove into town without calling, and boldly walked into my house, and then my bathroom!
Not that I'm complaining.
Abby was a special mix of cute and hot, with a petite body, a gorgeous, apple of an ass, small, perky breasts and adorable facial features. When I see her, I have to remind myself her name is Abby and not Natalie, because she looks so much like a 20 year old Natalie Umbrulia. Her dark hair had been short when we met, but it was even shorter now—and yet Abby was undeniably one hundred percent feminine from head to toe. Upon entering, she flashed me a delicious smile and playfully batted her long, dark eyelashes over her big, sparkling blue eyes. She wore a tight top and jeans to help accentuate all these gifts, and both me and my dick were noticing.
The look she gave me was both a greeting and a warning; a message that said, 'yes, I'm back, and I'm going to be naughty'. My erection had sprouted before I could even open the shower door. I could have asked how she found my house, or how she got in, but that would've distracted both of us from the moment. So I kept my mouth shut and just watched her, waiting for her next move.
Abby kicked off her shoes, removed her socks, then turned around and seductively removed her jeans, letting the waist slide down one hip, then the other, back and forth until I could see her g-string and then her ass cheeks, so firm and tight that the g-string disappeared between them. She bent down at the waist, presenting her ass, as she pulled the jeans down and off.
Then Abby moved toward the shower, stopped by the door and smiled at me, waiting as the water still sprayed, drenching me and misting her. I leaned in to kiss her, but I also moved my body so my dick would make contact. Our lips met first, and it was a slow, very sensual kiss as we reacquainted. The kiss might have lasted this way, but when my wet hard-on pressed against her abdomen, Abby grabbed it, pushed it against her harder, then wrapped her other arm around me and pushed me to the back of the shower, climbing into the spray herself with her g-string and shirt still on.
The shower wasn't big to begin with, and two people made it especially cramped, which only made it better as I kissed Abby hard and rubbed my hands over her little ass. She grinded herself against me, rubbing my dick with her tummy as she sucked my tongue. We did a kind of dance as we looked for a comfortable and stable position, which also gave me the opportunity to pull the shower door shut to keep my bathroom from flooding.
When I let go of her to do that, Abby let go of me and pulled her g-string down and let it drop to her feet. Because I was so much taller than her, my dick was still against her tummy, so I had to reach down and cup her with my hand to confirm that she was still shaven bare between her legs. She was smooth and warm in my hand, and she pushed her mound against me, then kissed me with even more intensity, allowing the hot shower spray to rush past our lips and against our coiling tongues while I inserted a finger inside of her.
Feeling the hot, gripping flesh of her pussy around my finger made me desperately hungry to eat her, and so I dropped to my knees and pushed my face between her legs. She was very wet, not just from the flood of water cascading down her body and over her muff from the shower spray, but wet inside, as well. I could taste her clearly as I pushed my tongue into her, despite the water diluting everything. Abby was just as tight as I remembered, and her walls clenched my tongue, drawing me in further.
I tongue-fucked her for a while, then pulled out and just enjoyed licking her in every which way, making sure to give special attention, but not too much attention, to her hard little clit. The water rushing over her only added to her pleasure, as was evident by how loudly and deeply she was breathing--much more intense than the first time I'd gone down on her. Of course, the first time I'd eaten her out was only my second time ever doing it at all, and I'd had a good amount of practice since then.
Remembering another thing about Abby from our first time, I reached up underneath her sopping wet shirt that she still wore and worked my fingers past her bra until I had my fingers on her nipples. She had very small nipples, even when excited, but their size must have condensed and heightened their sensitivity to mega-proportions, because she sped right into an orgasm the last time I played with them. I didn't want her to cum now, but I did want to bring her as close to the edge as possible, so I just held her little nubs in my fingertips, making sure not to rub or squeeze them.
This seemed to create the desired effect, because Abby began wriggling and undulating her body with a new urgency as soon as I touched her there. To help balance things out, I licked her more tentatively; giving her clit light little kisses and teasing her sopping wet pussy lips with only the tip of my tongue. If my goal had been to bring her as close to orgasm without sending her into one, I'm confident that that was exactly the state Abby went into to. She leaned back against the wall, making all sorts of noises ranging from short and loud to long and soft, all while struggling for each breath. Her body was especially tense, so much so that she was quivering all over, and she was so restless she couldn't keep her hands in any one place; first pushing on my head, then rubbing the sides of her own breasts through her shirt, then slamming her palms hard against the walls of the shower.
"Oh God," she panted. "Oh yes, yes...Oh....My...Goddd."
Amidst all of my soft licking, I gave her pussy one long, broad, heavy stroke with my tongue. Her whole body responded, but I resumed to teasing before she climaxed.
"Oh, oh, oh," she breathed. "Oh God, Autumnn..."
Her last word kind of trailed off, and was also hidden by the sound of the shower spray, but I'd heard it enough to recognize the word. I was so taken back that I wondered if she might have meant something else and just got tongue-tied trying to say it; maybe 'awesome', or, God-forbid, 'Adam'. But no, it was definitely Autumn. And I know people don't just say the names of the different seasons while they're approaching climax. This was a name. It was the girl of my dreams' name.
