Author's Note: I'm really sorry for the long break everyone. I started up a new job that has limited my free time and made finding the time to write more difficult. Hopefully it should improve going forward and I can get back to my more regular schedule. Thank you all for waiting and staying supportive.
All characters are above the age of 18 unless otherwise specified.
If Abigail is messaging, the text will be bolded with
A:
If Keisha is messaging, the text will be italicized with
K:
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The monotony of the narrator's voice was pierced by my phone ringing out. I grabbed it off the nightstand, the Netflix documentary still playing on my computer.
A: omfg keish, you need to be here!
I sighed.
Here I was, on a Friday night (technically Saturday morning). It was 12:30, and I was sitting in bed, alone.
Normally I was very social. I would have loved to be out with friends, hitting up a bar or club. But right now, I was stranded in the middle of nowhere. All of my friends were out having fun, but I was left me to rot alone in my bed.
More accurately, I was stranded in a huge house in rural Wyoming. To be honest, I was surprised I even had a satellite connection. I really, really wished I had taken Abigail up on her offer.
It was the weekend of my parents' 25th wedding anniversary; I was 26, but they never tried to hide the timing of my premarital conception (god, "premarital conception" - I was even beginning to sound like my parents). They wanted to have a family re-union of sorts, and everyone in my immediate family gathered like a flock to my parents' house for the weekend.
Don't as me why they moved back to Wyoming. Dad grew up there and after moving to a state of semi-retirement two years ago, he had convinced my mom to buy a huge house there and live the rural life.
I'm not one to pretend that Boulder, Colorado is a sprawling metropolis, but there was literally nothing where my parents lived. I was stuck here with a bunch of aunts, uncles, and cousins (only some of whom I liked), with Netflix being the only thing keeping me from melting away from atrophy. And while I loved my parents to death, they weren't exactly the type of people you'd want to be locked in a house with for three days.
So of fucking course Abigail was messaging me on Snapchat.
My two closest friends, Abigail and Karlee, had abandoned me in my desolate wasteland of misery. They were dealing with practically the exact opposite situation as me.
Abigail and Karlee had both taken Friday and Monday off from work and they flew out to LA for a long weekend. I had been asked to join them, but I had said no. As a good person, I wanted to honor my commitment to family. Of course, now my boredom and desperation were outweighing my morality and telling me I made a very bad decision.
Karlee had posted a photo on Instagram earlier that night, a selfie of them as they readied for a night on the town. Abigail was looking very posh in a long black fox-fur coat (I guess she was lucky it was a cooler night in LA). She had owned the coat for years, and I was 99% sure it was fake, but hadn't ever confirmed it. Karlee was in a black overcoat herself, matching her long straight black hair; because of course they were going as twins.
Both of them looked stunning as well. Although in all honesty, they really always did. Abigail was 28, two years older than me. She looked quite a bit like a model, with high-cheekbones, very symmetrical features, a strong jawline, and striking blue eyes. Her long chestnut-colored hair was naturally wavy, and fell around the middle of her back.
Abigail's body on the other hand, was certainly not that of a lanky super-model. She was very short, 5'2" on a good day (at 5'3", I was certainly one to talk) and 115 pounds soaking wet. She was also decidedly curvy, with a tiny waist and wider hips. Abigail's boobs were big too, a D-cup as she liked to brag. She had gotten them done a few years back as a graduation present to herself, but they looked pretty real, if maybe a little too unnaturally round and full.
Karlee was a year younger than me at 25. She was very pretty too, but in a different way than Abigail. Her features were softer, less sharp. Her nose and chin were smaller, her cheeks a little rounder, her brown eyes not quite as striking. Karlee had some Latina in her, which made her face a little more unique and gave her a to-die-for complexion and naturally tan skin tone.
She was taller than both me and Abigail, about 5'6". She was built thicker too with a broader waist and big thighs, close to 140 pounds. Karlee wasn't as skinny or toned as Abigail, but she still looked damn good; most of that extra weight went to her big butt and even bigger boobs.
And trust me, Karlee's boobs were fantastic. I wasn't lesbian or bi, but if anything could make me turn gay, it would be Karlee's tits. They were 36DD (we'd measured before), round, perky, and the perfect tear-drop shape, with small areolas surrounding her puffy tan nipples (I'd like to reiterate, I'm not a lesbian; it's totally natural to stare and salivate in dressing rooms). Practically every guy in the bars we went to drooled over them, and they had already gotten her pretty far in life. Karlee's were also all-natural, which she liked to lord over Abigail.
So it came as no surprise to me that the two of them were all dressed up and ready to paint the town red. And from Abigail's first message, it seemed like they had done just that.
K: i wish i could be.
A: you can't sneak away across three states or anything haha? you'd be having such a blast tonight.
K: fuck i can't. what are you two sluts doing?
I waited a minute for a response. I wanted to feel happy for them that they were having a good time, but I couldn't stop myself from being jealous. I guess I'd just have to live vicariously through them for now.
After a minute, Abigail sent me a snap, with her caption "wish us luck." I opened up the video.
"Hey girl," Abigail said. She had taken off the coat, and was now just in a sleeveless red keyhole dress. It was tight and clung to her body well, coming down to her mid-thigh. The slit in front was quite wide, teasing some of her cleavage.
She had on a bunny filter that made her look adorable. Abigail tilted the camera up a little to show Karlee, who was staring at a mirror and touching up her makeup. From what I could tell, they seemed to be in a bathroom.
"So we have had a very interesting night clubbing," Abigail explained. "And we are currently at the house of a really hot guy named Jason we met. His friend Josh is here too, one for both of us."
Karlee turned to look at Abigail's phone, and I got a good glimpse at her dress. It was dark blue, and even tighter than Abigail's. It had sleeves and was a little longer, but the neckline was considerably more revealing than Abigail's tame-by-comparison slit. Karlee's boobs were straining against the material, looking like they were about to pop free.
"I don't know," she said. She ran a hand through her long black hair.
"What's wrong?" Abigail asked.
"I'm not sure about this," Karlee stated.
