In the last six years (and in the past three years in particular), I have enjoyed some incredible sexual experiences with a fair number of amazing women. Of those women, I would say three of them have had a special, inexplicable grip on me: Jessie, Michelle and Abby. My adventures with Jessie are well-documented (though I have, admittedly, left out some of the best ones). I have happily fulfilled just about every reasonable fantasy I have had with her. Michelle, on the other hand, also helped me satisfy several desires, even ones I didn't even realize I have, although my relationship with her turned out be far from the norm.
Then there's Abby. Neither of the situations I previously described are as maddening as the one I have with this young woman. She elicits all the same wild fantasies, has the same obsessive pull on me and even has gotten my hopes up a number of times for ongoing debauchery, and yet, while I've had my share of fun with her, my time with her has always been fleeting and short-lived.
Abby was a tease right from the beginning, but it's not like she did it on purpose. She is actually a very sweet, very cute young lady. I first met her seven years ago, back when she was just shy of 18 years old (so not a girl with whom I was going to consider having a sexual relationship.) However, it wasn't anything sexy that drew me to her first anyway.
I still remember the day I met her: we were working a summer job together while she prepared to finish high school and I college; she wore red gym shorts, a blue tank top and black flip flops; her light brown hair came down loose to her shoulders, swaying as she sat down beside me that first day of orientation. She was objectively cute, too, with her slender frame, bright green eyes and light freckles that were all but covered up by her makeup. All she needed was just a little more time to mature.
There was an undeniable chemistry between Abby and me, but she was still too young and, oh, had a boyfriend, as I came to find out. Despite her relationship status, she was very friendly with me to the point that I thought she liked me, though it really didn't make sense. Regardless, I always enjoyed when we worked together and decided I wanted to stay in touch with her in case circumstances changed in the future.
We did end up keeping contact, occasionally through texting and fairly often through social media. She was 18 before I knew it, at which point I began to initiate more of the communication (usually it was she who started out chats.) Two full years would go by without my seeing her, but I kept an eye on her, figuratively speaking. It all led up to one day when I was working the job at the company for which I am now still currently employed, and I found out that one of my coworkers was a mutual friend of Abby's.
Through this friend, I came to learn that not only did Abby dump her boyfriend recently but that Abby had "a huge crush" on me. To that comment, I smiled and said, "I think she's really cute." This friend insisted that I give Abby a call but to wait until she had spoken with her. I had waited two years, so what was a couple more days?
The next day, this mutual friend informed me that she had told Abby how she had given away her crush and how she had told Abby that I thought she was cute, which had apparently made Abby smile like a fool. The time was finally right. That night, I called Abby and asked her out on a date that coming weekend.
Abby and I went out for a couple weeks before the sexual tension reached a fever pitch. She was now 19 and had already given her virginity away to her former boyfriend but was ready to try sex again. Even though I was a little older, Abby and I had in common that we had slept with just one other person. In fact, I had had sex just once in my life going into this night, mostly by choice but, in retrospect, I realize I kept myself out of a lot of situations that would have led to intercourse. This night with Abby was not going to be one of those times that I missed out.
The only other time I had fucked a girl was an impulsive one-night stand, so this night with Abby was going to be special. At the time, I had roommates, but they agreed to give me the place to myself that night. After another lovely date with Abby, I brought her back to my place where my roommates had done a nice job of making sure the place was clean and didn't smell like three bachelors. I immediately took Abby back to my bedroom, where we made out and let the fire burn a little.
Abby looked as good as I'd ever seen her. Her makeup made her face glow perfectly in the light of my room, and her hair was perfectly straight, a bit of a darker brown than when I first met her and going past her shoulders now. She wore a leopard-print tank top that hugged against her small, handful breast that were just right for her frame. For pants, she had black capris that were the first thing to come off while we made out on my bed, revealing a black thong. With her pants off, Abby ground on top of me, making my cock nice and stiff as it longed for her.
As she kissed me, Abby finally reached into my jeans and grabbed my dick, immediately stroking it to full size. My hands ran down her back and slid into her thong, squeezing her ass cheeks for a moment before sliding back up and pulling her top with them. Abby released my prick for a moment and raised her arms to allow me to take the garment off her, leaving just her matching black underwear to cover her sexy teenage body. Then she went back to stroking my cock, this time pushing my pants away to allow my member to breathe.
Still allowing the young girl to beat me off, I rolled her onto her back, still kissing her passionately but now on top of her. Then I quickly disrobed myself and then directed my attention back to Abby, who smiled up at me, her hand at any given time either stroking my prick or reaching for it if I had accidentally pulled it away from her during the course of my movement. With that soft hand's sliding up and down my shaft, I slid my own hands underneath Abby's back to unlatch her bra and take it off entirely.
