Emboldened by Gwendolyn's story of her first time, Abby recounts the night of her deflowering on her 18th birthday.
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Abby laughed. "My first time was practically a cliche." We took a seat on a bench, our knees touching. Her pale skin glowed pink thanks to the sunlight filtering through the dome high above. I wanted to kiss her. Claire was throbbing and needed attention, but I couldn't give it to her. She was made to suffer.
Abby continued, "It was the summer between high school and college. It was my eighteenth birthday and Johnny took me to a local minor-league baseball game to celebrate."
I laughed. "You actually married your high school sweetheart?"
She giggled and nodded and twirled her hair. "He graduated a year ahead of me and was working at a farm to earn some money."
"And a farm boy, too! This story drips with sweetness!"
Abby cocked an eyebrow. "You be nice. Anyway, after the team beat our biggest rival, he and I went for a drive in his pickup. We both had a few beers at the stadium because we knew the kid working the counter. The moon was full and it was warm out. We had the windows down and he just looked so sexy in his jeans and black tee shirt. I was feeling...horny. No, that's not it. I felt naughty; like I wanted to do something with him I'd never done before and it was his fault I was so turned on."
"And how did he do that?"
"As we watched the game, Johnny had slowly slid his hand up my thigh and beneath my skirt. He didn't finger bang me or anything; he just rested it there, in the hollow between my leg and my special place. His pinky sometimes grazed my panties. My puss...special place...had been damp all night. I was practically in heat."