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The sharp sound of an arrow hitting wood filled the room as the arrow I had fired landed a perfect bullseye on the target.
Abby scoffs. "Lucky shot." I had unfortunately decided to train at the same time as her, and both of us were too prideful to leave. As she held her own bow up, the outline of her muscles were visible under the synthetic light.
I scowl at her, but she's too busy aiming to even look at me. Abby had been getting on my last nerve for years. I hated how cocky and boastful she was, and how everything was handed to her on a silver platter. She never liked me either, using me as a target for her boasts and insults.
Abby aims intently, pulling the bow string back to her nose, and resting her hand under her chin. She almost effortlessly lands a bullseye on the target next to mine, before turning her head and looking at me smugly.
"See? Not that hard," Abby boasted.
I rolled my eyes and grunted back at her, picking up my bow and arrows and preparing to leave. I preferred to practise without someone commenting on my every move.
One thing about hating people is that they continue to show up at bad times, making your day slightly worse. No matter where I went, Abby was there, always showing off, making sure that I saw how much everyone adored her. But I didn't. And I never would.
The next time she talked to me was at lunch a few weeks later. I had just grabbed my food and sat down at the cafeteria tables, when Abby walked in. She was originally heading to her large group of friends, but stopped when she saw me.
"Alone again?" She questioned mockingly, spreading her hands out on my table and leaning closer.
"You're observant," I retorted bluntly. I stared as menacingly as I could up at her, but her sharp, dark gaze never faltered.
She snorted, before walking off again. Who did this girl think she was?
Fortunately, Abby had been on patrol more frequently after that, so she was never really around to bother me. I trained as often as I could, glad to have some peace. That was until now.
New patrol times had been made, due to the numbers of infected rising in our area. This meant new patrol groups and partners being assigned, to allow new areas to be cleared each day. I passed by the bulletin board on my way to combat training, scanning briefly to see when I'd be needed. I stopped in my tracks and stared at the piece of paper, not fully believing what I was seeing.
I was assigned with Abby Anderson almost every single day.
I sighed deeply. I wasn't the type of person to ask for it to be changed, plus I knew that kind of request was usually ignored anyway. I breathed in deeply and decided that I could get through it. There wasn't much time to be negative these days.
I woke up on the first morning of my new patrol to a sharp knock on my door. Before I could register the sound, let alone answer, my door was opened.
"Get up," A voice commanded.
I looked up to see Abby standing in my doorway.
"You can't just barge into my room Abby," I explained, extremely annoyed. She was well aware of that rule. Abby was fully dressed already in a black tank top and cargo pants, with her backpack on her back.
"You're late," Was the only response she had.
"What time is it?" I questioned, getting out of bed grumpily. Being watched by Abby was not how I liked to start my morning.
Abby sighed in annoyance. "It's 7 am. Haven't you been on patrol before?"
"We're supposed to leave at 10 am," I mumbled in annoyance. This really would be a nightmare.
"Hmm?" Abby responded, folding her arms and tapping her foot impatiently.
"Get out and let me get dressed," I demanded, not able for this kind of behaviour this early.
She raised her arms in defence and left, closing the door heavily behind her. I put my clothes on, a long-sleeved tight black shirt and jeans along with my boots, before packing my bag. I was grumbling about Abby under my breath the whole time but managed to stop as I reached the door to my room. With one last moment of peace, I left and prepared myself for today. Abby was right outside the door.
I motioned for her to lead the way, and we were off. No one else had woken up for the morning shift yet, let alone started patrolling. We walked out of the main building in silence, her leading the way to the main gates, where we were let out by the tired guards, almost finished their night shift.
I wanted to angrily question her, but I didn't care enough to. Of course Abby would be ridiculously early. At this point, I think the person she wanted to impress the most was herself.
We walked for a while, and there wasn't much to do but take in the sight of the trees and abundant plants that had grown from the ruins of the city. Occasionally, a small animal would run past, putting me slightly on edge. We were headed East, clearing out the area if anything or anyone was there.
I glanced over at Abby, who had a stern expression on her face. She was looking around precariously, holding her handgun at the ready. She didn't even notice me looking.
It wasn't long before we came across infected. The numbers had surged, for reasons that none of us knew yet. It was only two clickers, so Abby shot one while I used my bow to take the other down. She didn't react to the clickers, or to killing them. It was hard to believe those monsters were once people.
We headed towards a large building. It was dark inside, so we put our gas masks on in the event of hidden spores. Neither of us said a word, but we had both come to that conclusion. I switched my bow for a handgun, preparing for closer combat.
We stepped inside, guns at the ready. We crouched behind an old couch and listened, and sure enough, the familiar clicks and moans of clickers and runners could be heard.
"Runners, this is all recent." Abby observed, speaking more to herself than me.
We crept up and peered through a set of doors, laying our eyes upon the group of infected that had been trapped in here. We snuck in carefully, highly aware of how sensitive clickers were to noise.
"I'll take the runners out by choking them. Stay here," Abby commanded. She didn't wait for a response, once again being the hero. I frowned and stayed put, watching as she snuck around, choking out and breaking the necks of the runners, some still crying. She did it like it was second nature to her. Finally, three clickers remained.
Abby returned, motioning with her gun to some boxes nearby. We hid behind them and she threw a piece of rubble to the centre of the room, alerting each clicker to the sound. I grimaced, thinking it was a bad idea, but Abby would never ask me for an opinion.
As the clickers ran to it, we shot them in the head, watching them drop and slowly die in front of us. Abby confidently leapt over the boxes and headed into the centre. She began checking the pockets of the clickers if they hadn't been ripped off. I wasn't sure why, when we had enough supplies to last a long time at the base.
Suddenly, I heard something like footsteps in the shadows behind Abby. She didn't react. I peered into the shadowy corner and that's when I saw it approaching.
A stalker.
"Abby, behind!" I yelled.
She was quick to act, but the stalker was quicker. Abby had turned to face it, but it was too close to shoot. It began wrestling her, desperate to take a bite. What it wasn't aware of anymore was that Abby was stronger than most, and her muscles glistened in the light as she flexed them, working to get it off her.
I panicked for a moment, but quickly regained my senses. I shot it multiple times in the head and it fell off her, allowing her to quickly jump up. Abby still didn't acknowledge me, not even thanking me. I had a more worrying thought, however.
Stalkers usually travelled in packs.
Before I knew what was happening, I was tackled from behind, hearing the strange shrieks inches from my ear. There was nothing I could do. This is how I'd die. I didn't have Abby's strength or skill.
I heard gunshots, more than I thought was necessary for one. The stalker went limp behind me and I pulled away quickly, staying away from the teeth. We ran back outside, pulling off our gas masks and breathing in big gulps of fresh air.
"Are you bit?" Abby asked, rushing over and involuntarily lifting my hair to check my neck, then peering down the back of my shirt.
I stared at her, unamused. "You tell me,"
Abby was breathing heavily. "I can't see any, but if you feel any, you have to tell me now."
"I felt nothing, it didn't get me, I'm fine," I explained. Abby had shot the stalker before it's mouth had gotten to me.
"You better hope you're not lying," she said sternly.
I raised an eyebrow. "And what about you? Are you bit?" I questioned.
"I'd have the courage to shoot myself if I was," she responded dryly, like it was a casual thing to say.
I felt the anger rise in my face. "You don't fucking know me, Abby."
She stopped. "Exactly, that's why I'm being careful. I don't trust you."
"Well I don't trust you either," I responded.
"That's fine. Look, just be more cautious next time. You don't understand how close you came to death," she told me.
I took a step back, putting my hands on my hips. "You got caught first, not me. I saved you. I'm sure that your ego isn't dealing with that well, but it fucking happened!"
Abby took a deep breath, then sighed it out heavily.
"Fine, fine! You helped me." She gritted her teeth. "Thank you, I guess."
I laughed coldly at her unappreciative attitude.
"What?" Abby questioned. "I thanked you, what else do you want?"
"Wow, I get options? I want a horse, ten burritos and a brand new set of clothes, thanks for your generosity,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
Abby looked at me, and for a second it looked like the hateful look would leave her face, but it didn't. "I want to remind you that I saved your life too," she added.
I rolled my eyes. "Thank you then," I said. "Is that good enough?" Honestly, I was surprised that she would help me at all. She gave me the impression that she really would let me die.
We returned to the base, finally. Abby grumbled something about waking up early, but I wasn't paying attention. I was exhausted, and the last thing I needed was some kind of lecture. Then I had a sudden thought.
"Wait, Abby."
She stopped in her tracks, looking confused as to why I would ever interrupt her. She didn't answer, but she looked at me, highly confused.
"How did you find my room?" I asked.
She stared at me for a minute, then responded. "I have a high ranking here, okay? I have access to maps and I can ask those in charge. Not that you'd understand," she replied. She didn't say another word, but turned and walked in the other direction, her hands in her pockets.
I shrugged it off. That girl would forever be defensive.
The next week continued on in the same way. Abby and I would patrol in silence, mostly. We would ignore each other outside of patrol, and Abby even began to ignore me if she was training at the same time as me. The cocky attitude could never fully leave her, however, and as we would practise, she'd send boastful glances my way, making sure I saw her perfect aim and precision.
It was a chilly Monday morning when Abby next spoke to me.
We had set off on our usual route, not seeing much. Abby had silently pointed at a small rabbit that had run past, and I was still confused about what that was supposed to mean. Abby began walking fast, straying off the path slightly. I begrudgingly followed.
"Where the fuck are you going," I asked, raising my voice so that she could hear me up ahead. She didn't answer. I sighed in exasperation.
She made her way to a boarded-up hotel, one that we had never patrolled before. She peeked carefully through the wood covering a broken window, then headed to the door.
"Abby, that area isn't cleared, leave it," I complained.
She glanced at me, then narrowed her eyes.
"Then we're going to clear it. Unless you're too scared," She mocked, and I swear I could see the corners of her mouth turn up into a small smile.
"You're fucking crazy," I snapped, but I had every intention to follow her in. I kept my gun aimed, ready for whatever monstrosities Abby was forcing us to fight.
Abby held the handle of the door, using her shoulder to push her way in. After two strong blows, the door was broken open. We stopped and listened.
Distant sounds could be heard, probably from downstairs or a basement. Abby turned around suddenly, and I wasn't able to hide the panic on my face.
Fortunately, if she saw it, she chose to ignore it.
"Don't get fucking killed," she commented.
"Like you give a fuck," I shot back.
"I'd have to write a report, and I'm not in the mood," she said, before chuckling slightly. That was the first time I had ever heard her laugh, and it was at her own words.
I wasn't sure how to respond to that, so I scoffed.
We walked further into the building, coming across a set of stairs with some rubble, just enough to climb over and allow us to get through. I was regretting every second of this. Downstairs was one large room with a couple of pillars. It was dark, and in the distance there were a set of double doors. We clicked our headlamps on and continued.
The doors were wedged shut again, so Abby pushed them in with her shoulders. It took her about five attempts, but I think she enjoyed showing off her strength more than anything.
The doors burst open, and a low growl came from within the room.
"We're going to die, Abby, we need to-" I was cut off by Abby grabbing me, slapping a hand around my mouth, and pulling me behind the large pole in the room. Her back was to the pole, and she turned her head slightly to the right to keep an eye on the double doors. I was pressed into her, kept there by a firm hand on my mouth. I could feel her body on my back, and the height and size difference was apparent.
She leaned down a little and whispered into my ear. "Shut up, it's a bloater."
The bloater had already heard the door being blown open, growling loudly and heading towards it, it's huge footsteps rocking the floorboards. Bloaters were blind, but they used echolocation, meaning it would find us shortly. Abby uncovered my mouth and pushed me away slightly, not enough to knock me over. She got her shotgun out as quietly as she could, before leaving the cover of the pole and beginning to fight the creature.
My hands were shaking as I pulled a molotov out of my bag, lighting it with panicked breaths. The bloater was chasing around after Abby, who was leading it away from me. She was too quick, too precise, and she had caused damage to the bloater already. She noticed the fire and began to back up. If I didn't aim this right, I'd kill us all.
I threw the molotov, landing it on the bloater. It roared, enraged, shaking the foundations of the whole building. Abby shot at it one last time and it fell, but it wasn't over yet.
Clickers began running towards the sounds from the depths of the room. I got out my shotgun and began shooting, each one taking more than five bullets to the head before it would fall, due to the cordyceps forming a plate around it's head. One lunged right at me, and I shot it right in the head, its limp body falling in front of me.
Abby and I began running out of there. She grunted as she moved an old cupboard in front of the stairs, slightly blocking the path, just in case anything remained.
She dusted her hands off like that was easy work to her, though I could see her breath rising and falling rapidly.
"We'll explore that again at a different time," she panted.
"Maybe you will," I mumbled under my breath.
She glanced at me, smirking, but she didn't say anything. I was still shaken from the encounter, not fully being able to catch my breath. Plus, I didn't fully know how to react to her hand over my mouth or the feeling of her body on mine, or the warmth-
"You're not listening, are you?" Abby grumbled.
"To what," I questioned. I hadn't heard anything at all. I was lost in thought.
She scowled, speeding up her pace and walking more aggressively. "Never mind."
I was curious now but assumed it was just one of her insults. We parted ways once we were back at base, as usual.
I had put my usual crop top and shorts on for sleep, and I was brushing my hair in the mirror in my room when a knock sounded on my door again. I jumped before the door swung open and Abby invited herself in yet again.
"Look about earlier-" Abby started. I could swear her eyes darted down my body, almost too quickly to notice.
"You need to wait for me to let you into my room, Abby," I interjected.
"If you interrupt me again, I won't tell you," She complained.
I crossed my arms and sighed, allowing her to talk. When she didn't get her way she had a temper tantrum, which was something I expected from her.
Abby began pacing around my room, struggling to tell me this mysterious top secret she had.
"Earlier, I was trying to tell you that-" She paused, looking at me and then looking away. She straightened herself up. "You fought bravely today. Your training has paid off. Well done soldier." She sounded like a robot.
I couldn't help but laugh. "Did I just get a compliment from the Abby Anderson?" I mocked.
She put her hands behind her back, a small smile appearing on her face at the praise. It disappeared quickly, however.
"Not a compliment. Just an observation," she continued. She leaned down a little, looking straight into my eyes. "I would be very grateful if I were you, I mean, I'm the best of the best."
I rubbed my forehead. "And so humble, get out Abby."
She scoffed. "Fine," she mumbled, before leaving, closing the door gently behind her.
Slowly, our patrols together were getting more tolerable. Abby had loosened up and was a little less reckless. Her favourite activity was currently yelling ‘Heads up' before throwing something random at me, usually rocks. She threw it gently, never aiming for my head. Yet most of the time I wasn't ready, so it would hit my chest softly and roll off. This usually made her laugh and call me pathetic, but the usual sting of her words was missing. Was she getting soft?
She had begun sitting with me at lunch, getting weird glances from her friends. I overheard her explaining that we had a 'big project' ahead, which I assumed was the building in which we had found the bloater. She did usually talk about the patrols we were going on, and she was known to be dedicated to her work.
She had also begun helping me train, even though I was fully capable. One day, during archery, she came up behind me and grabbed my hands, her stronger grip pulling the bow string tight. I couldn't help but feel her on me, her chest against mine, her hands over mine.
"Aim upwards for longer shots," She mumbled, her breath tickling my ear.
"I'm aware Abby," I shot back.
She let go of my hands and instructed me to shoot. I missed.
"You aimed it wrong," I said blaming her. I was confused and embarrassed by my actions. I never missed. Was it the thought of Abby's touch that still lingered on my hands? I shook my head, attempting to reset my brain.
Abby chuckled. "I'm heading to bed," she told me, backing off and heading to the door, swinging her arms casually. I finished up and put the equipment back, before realising she had left her bag in the corner of the room. I sighed in frustration, realising I'd need to return it.
Finding Abby's room wouldn't be easy. I had no 'top secret map' that Abby allegedly had access to. I had to ask around, but no one seemed to care about why I was going there. Eventually, I found it, following other's directions.
I knocked sharply twice, but I was met with no answer. I was almost glad. I dropped the bag down by her door.
I started walking away when the door clicked open slowly. Abby peeked through the door. "What do you need?" She mumbled. She sounded embarrassed.
"You left your bag at the training centre, genius."
"Oh- okay. Thanks, where is it?" She asked.
I pointed to the floor. Abby looked down and saw the bag. She sighed.
She opened the door wider, revealing that she had a towel wrapped around her waist, while a second smaller towel was around her neck, just long enough to cover her chest. Her hair was down and wet, which I had never seen before. Her entire body was glistening with water droplets. Her abs were on show, as well as her entire torso. Her arms were out along with her shoulders, which were both wet too. The fluorescent hall light illuminated their outline, and how they bulged from her skin. Her veins were showing on her elbows and upper arms, probably from the hot water. I couldn't drag my eyes away from her.
She crouched down slowly and awkwardly, clutching the towel on her chest. I finally managed to look away. She retrieved the bag and without looking back, I mumbled a 'sorry' and left.
Abby didn't say anything.
The next day on patrol she brought it up. "I didn't expect you yesterday," she said calmly.
"I'm sorry," I apologised once again. I didn't mean to see her like that. I didn't mean to eye her up like that either.
She chuckled. "Calm down, and hey, let me tell you something."
I turned to face her.
"Heads up!" She threw a rock again, gently towards my hands. I actually caught it. Abby had a cheeky grin on her face. I couldn't help but smile back.
"What is your obsession with that?" I threw the rock back and she caught it with one hand, barely looking.
"I'd be bored with you otherwise," she retorted, though it was more sarcastic than mean.
"Shut up," I responded.
"No, you shut up," she mocked, copying my tone of voice, although making it more playful.
I rolled my eyes at her.
She followed me to close combat training later that night. I was preparing the mannequin when she spoke up.
She was wearing a grey tank top and cargo pants, with her wrists wrapped up.
"Fuck the mannequin, practise with me," she requested.
"I can't fight you, Abby," I laughed.
"Why not?" she asked, smirking.
I wouldn't give her the satisfaction of telling her she was much stronger than me, and taller. She could overpower me in a second. In a fight, of course.
She got in a boxing stance, challengingly.
"What if someone like me tried to fight you?" She asked.
"I'd shoot them," I said dryly.
She rolled her eyes. "Let's say that you have no weapon."
"Fine," I got into the same stance as her, feeling stupid.
She crouched down suddenly and lunged at me, grabbing me by the waist and knocking me flat on my back. She propped herself up on top of me by putting her left hand on the floor beside me, while pretending to hold me down with just one finger with her other hand.
"Unfair," I declared, winded. "Try again."
She scoffed and stood up, offering me a hand. I stood up and we resumed our stances.
She came at me again, but this time I was ready. She pushed my shoulders, obviously not using her full strength. I pushed her back, spinning us around in our struggle. I used my full strength to push her back and she hit the wall.
She gazed at me, she was sweating slightly and her hair had flyaways. Her face was unreadable. Her eyes were dark. She breathed heavily. Then she came at me again.
Before I knew it, she had turned me around and had me in a headlock, with her other hand on my waist. She didn't flex her arm at all, making sure that there was a space between her arm and my neck.
She bent down and whispered in my ear "I win."
I struggled against her arm, but it was no use. I didn't want to hurt her, so I gave up. She let go.
Abby laughed. "Make sure you always have a weapon," she commented. "Word of advice, go for the eyes." Then she left the room without another word.
I was confused by that entire interaction. I couldn't stop thinking about her arm around my neck, her face when she was against the wall, the glimmer of sweat on her muscles, her panting. What was she doing to me? Did she do that because she liked to flex her strength, or because she was really preparing me for something?
I headed to my room, unable to sleep.
The annual WLF celebration day was being held tomorrow, which at least meant I could drink a little. But what would I wear?
I woke up the next morning, immediately making my outfit my biggest problem. I searched through everything I owned, which wasn't hard. I eventually found a small black dress, that I found scavenging through an old shopping mall once. I knew it would come in handy one day.
I showered and got ready, fixing my hair, and making sure I looked presentable. I was making a good effort, and I tried to tell myself it wasn't about Abby being there.
I put the dress on last, along with a black thong with a bow, spending a long time watching myself in the mirror. The dress was very short, which was fine by me. It was also low cut, exposing my chest. I finished with black boots, then made my way into the large common area where the party was being held.
People were there already and there was music playing, thanks to an old speaker and an MP3 player someone had found. I poured myself a drink and looked around. As my luck always had it, Abby was just across the room, talking to her friends. Her back was turned to me, but I could see that she was wearing black jeans with a belt, along with a black tank top. Her hair was in a fresh braid.
I didn't want to approach her in front of her friends, so I stood mysteriously in the opposite corner of the room, as you do when you want someone to notice you. I finished my drink, hoping it would give me some courage. I decided to talk to some nearby acquaintances, who were drunk and therefore a lot nicer. One guy wolf-whistled, and I laughed appreciatively. Suddenly the group turned and looked behind me.
I turned around, then had to look up, realising Abby was looming behind. 'Hot in Herre' by Nelly starting to play. I cursed the timing of the gods.
She eyed me up and down. "I didn't expect you here," she admitted.
"What else would I be doing?" I asked, turning to face her.
"Being lame." She held out a hand. "Dance."
I shook my head. A large group of people had gathered in the centre of the room, jumping and dancing, screaming the lyrics. She ignored me, grabbing my hand and pulling me into the centre.
I wasn’t drunk enough for this. Abby got close to me, doing a little dance to the music. I laughed and joined her, I couldn’t help but feel like everyone was watching me. She was lip-syncing to the music and eyeing me, especially my tits. I gestured from my tits to my eyes, circling my finger around my eyes for silent emphasis. She rolled her eyes and scoffed in mock offence.
She grabbed my hand and spun me around and I couldn’t help but laugh. Her touch burned. The Abby I knew months ago wouldn’t dream of touching me.
We spent hours dancing, and as I loosened up, we ended up grinding on each other. Abby stood behind me, one hand grabbing my hip, the other up in the air. There were cheers and laughter from the group. I threw my ass back into her, circling below her hips. Eventually, I stood up, and still backwards, I rested my head back onto Abby’s shoulders as she held my hips with her hands, rocking me to the beat.
Then she spun me around to face her.
The room felt silent to me. She was staring at me. Her hands had been all over me all night. She smirked down at me, her eyes tracing over my lips. Her eyes were full of hunger and want. And god, I wanted her too.
I took her hand and pulled her out of the room.
I took her to a long hallway.
“You okay?” She asked.
“Yeah I’m okay,” I responded. Now that I had her here, I didn’t know what to say to her. Her arms, the look on her face, it was too much. I just looked at her innocently, hoping she’d pick up on it.
She leaned a little closer. I looked at her lips and she looked at mine. Then they met.
She kissed me softly, one finger curled under my chin, pulling my head up. I kissed her back. My head was spinning.
The kiss got more passionate, and she inserted her tongue into my mouth. I swirled it with hers. She put one hand behind my head, using her lower half to push me into the wall behind me. The other hand went on the wall behind me. Once my head was safely against the wall she removed it, exploring my body with her now free hand.
I used one of my hands to hold her jaw, the other feeling her arm up. I squeezed her muscles, attempting not to moan in her mouth. I couldn’t be so pathetic already. She tightened her muscles as she felt my hand. She was still so cocky.
We were out of breath, grinding into each other and feeling each other up. Abby pulled out of the kiss, and I tried to follow her mouth.
“My room?” She whispered breathily.
I nodded, biting my lip. She grabbed my hand and began to lead me to her room. She practically pulled me in, closing the door and getting straight back into the kiss. Her hands were everywhere, and so were mine. She squeezed my tit, then moved her hand to the bottom of my dress, sliding it off in one movement. We took off our shoes, never leaving the kiss. Her hands resumed touching my tits, playing with my nipples. She put her knee between my legs and I grinded on her, a small moan leaving my mouth.
She pulled away from the kiss again.
“No bra? What a naughty fucking girl,” she commented, speaking lowly.
I gasped a little. She picked me up and practically threw me on the bed, before getting on top of me.
“And I want to punish you.”
My pussy was throbbing for her.
She saw the bow on my thongs and played with it with one finger.
“How cute,” she commented. She ripped off the thong and threw it somewhere in her room. Now I was naked under her.
She pinned both of my wrists above my head using just one hand, using the other to touch me. She ran her hands all over my body, tracing my stomach and my hips, playing with and pulling my nipples. She kissed me roughly, then moved onto my neck. She bit and sucked, leaving hickies. I moaned softly, wanting her, needing her.
Her fingers rubbed my inner thigh as she kissed further down my body. She took my tit into her mouth, circling my nipples and sucking. She trailed her tongue along me. I was getting wetter every second.
“Touch me,” I whined.
She stopped kissing me and chuckled. “Needy much? Beg me for more.”
I whined in complaint. I bucked my hips up, desperately trying to feel her large hand. Her fingers were long and she was so strong. She could fuck me for hours and not get tired.
“Fuck, fine. Please Abby, please touch me,” I begged, breathlessly.
“I am touching you,” she teased, running her fingers lightly down my body, stopping right at my pussy.
“You know what I mean.” I would have guided her hand, but they were pinned down firmly by her grip.
“You’re always so demanding,” she said, but she began to lightly circle my clit. I breathed out heavily, moaning at just the touch. Her muscled arms were in my full view, and that was only turning me on further.
“And so wet,” She added.
I blushed. “Shut up,” I said weakly. She touched my clit properly now, rubbing me in a circle, like she had perfected this as well as everything else. She really was good at everything.
I writhed and squirmed under her, throwing my head back and moaning. She got a little faster. Then, she suddenly stopped.
I looked at her, eyes wide in shock. I whimpered in complaint.
She looked at my wet pussy, running her eyes along my body up to my face. Then she slowly put two fingers in my mouth.
“Suck,” she commanded.
I didn’t waste any time. I sucked. She turned her fingers over in my mouth, fully coating them.
“Good girl. Call me mommy,” She said.
I wasn’t sure if she’d be able to get me to say ‘mommy’. She’d never let me live it down. That was until she put two fingers inside me.
She stretched me open, then curled her fingers right into the g-spot. Her muscles flexed as she did this. She let go of my hands to feel me up with that hand.
I wrapped my hand around her muscles, feeling her strength. She fingered me relentlessly and before I knew it, I gave in.
“Fuck Mommy, fill me up,” I moaned. I could barely speak with pleasure. My mouth was wide open, my face scrunched up.
She chuckled at the name. “You look so cute like this.”
She continued, hitting the spot with every curl. I tightened around her.
“Three,” I groaned.
Abby’s eyes widened in surprise. “Three? Isn’t that greedy?” She said, but complied, adding another finger. I was stretched even wider. The pleasure was so much, my head was fuzzy.
Abby stopped again, but before I could react, she kneeled up and flipped me over, pulling my hips back, so that I arched up. She inserted her fingers into my pussy from the back, and I almost screamed at the deeper angle. She grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head up, still fucking me.
“Oh yeah baby, you look so fucking good,” she growled.
I was moaning extremely loudly, and I was glad we had done this with everyone busy at the party.
She let go of my hair and slapped my ass, before using that hand to rub my clit. The double stimulation made my entire body shake, and I moved back to push myself onto her fingers further.
“Mommy, please!” I moaned.
“Please what?” she replied.
I wasn’t sure. I just felt like begging for her again. Even with her deep inside me, I needed every inch of her.
She paused again, flipping me back over, like a rag doll. She used the break to pull her shirt off. I moaned at the sight of her abs.
“You like what you see?” She said cockily.
I moaned, sitting up to lick her abs and claw at her arms once again. She chuckled.
She moved further down the bed and lifted my legs onto her shoulders. She smiled up at me dangerously, before pressing her tongue onto my clit. Her hands traced my stomach before she rested one on my tit, and the other squeezing my hip.
I moved my hips in a circle, grinding on her tongue. She pressed harder, circling my clit quickly. I arched up, whining at how good her tongue felt. Abby pushed my hips into the bed.
I put my hand in her hair, the other gripping the sheets. Abby moved her hands, one pulling me closer by the thigh, the other going back inside me. My eyes widened, then screwed shut again. My grip tightened on her hair. I got tighter.
“Abby, mommy,” I whispered.
She stopped to answer. “Yes, baby?” She answered.
“I’m going to cum,” I moaned.
She smiled. “We’ll see about that.”
She put her tongue back on me, moving faster, trying to push me to the edge. “God, you taste even better than I imagined,” she whispered, her breath tickling my clit.
My legs were twitching. Abby’s fingers pounded deep inside me, and she licked me so carefully, introducing herself to every part of me. I looked down at her, seeing her strong arm holding me down, the dominant look on her face. It was too much.
I moaned breathily, my voice so high-pitched. I was sweating everywhere.
“Oh, Abby. Fuck, I’m coming, I'm coming, mommy,” I screamed, arching into the bed, my legs twitching around her. Getting tighter around her fingers only made her hit the G-spot further, making me cum even harder. I moaned and whined loudly as Abby watched me. She continued fucking me through the whole orgasm, watching me, feeling satisfied with herself. I went through waves and waves of pleasure, unsure if it would ever stop. I couldn’t think about anything but how big her arms were, her shoulders, her fingers. My mouth was getting dry.
I rode the orgasm out, realising Abby was still going. She grinned at me. “Feeling good?”
“Yes Mommy,” I stuttered out, feeling her on my clit. I was so sensitive now, every touch making me squirm.
“Fuck! Fuck, please,” I yelled out.
Abby slowed, and then came to a stop. She licked up everything that was leaking from me, then she pulled me into her lap so that I was straddling her. She put the fingers that had previously been inside me into my mouth. Her eyes were dark.
“Taste yourself,” she ordered. “Taste how good I make you feel.”
I whimpered, sucking my cum from her. She looked down and tutted.
You’re making my leg wet,” she uttered, sounding playful. She picked me up again, turning to the edge of the bed. She lay my body over her lap.
She slapped my ass once, causing me to moan. “This is for making a mess.”
She slapped it again, leaving a mark. “This is for wearing that small, slutty dress.”
“And this,” She slapped my ass once more, hard. I cried out. “This is for turning me on every fucking day.”
She stopped then, laying me gently on the bed. “Open your mouth,” She directed.
She spat into my mouth. “That’s for being my filthy whore.”
I swallowed and looked up at her.
“Abby, I’ve never felt so fucking good,” I said, still catching my breath. I lay there limp.
Abby smiled and kissed me softly, all over my face.
“Hey, it’s still mommy to you,” She teased, tracing her finger down my face.
I groaned, covering my red face with my hand. “Already?” I complained. Abby chuckled.
Just then, a sharp knock sounded at the door. Abby’s eyes widened, and she quickly jumped under her blanket, pulling it over me too.
“Fuck off!” She yelled. The door opened anyway. A man poked his head in, who I recognised as one of Abby’s friends.
“Why’d you leave the party-” Oh, my bad,” The person said, quickly closing the door. We could hear him laughing to himself.
“I’ll fucking kill you Manny,” Abby screamed.
She apologised to me, but I just giggled. She got back on top of me, pressing her body on mine as she kissed me again. We were getting drunk from the taste of each other.
She rolled off and lay beside me, putting an arm under my head.
“So you like my muscles huh?” She commented.
I rolled my eyes. “Don’t get cocky just because I squeezed your muscles a few times,” I responded.
She shook her head, entertained by my sudden stubbornness after I had fully submitted to her in an instant. A smirk grew on her face.
“You sound great. It really turns me on,” she flirted.
“Shut up,” I laughed. I had an idea. “You said you thought about tasting me.”
Abby thought back, then turned a little red.
“Oh, shut up, who hasn’t,” She replied.
I giggled at her. “You’re all flustered,” I teased, grabbing her cheeks.
She kissed me lightly. “I guess patrol will be a little bit different from now on.”
I nodded. “Are you okay with that?”
“Yeah, although you’ll always be an idiot. My idiot.” She smirked when she said this, looking at my hickey-covered neck. She wrapped her arm around my waist, cuddling me in closer.
“Though seriously, I will kill Manny,” she added.
We laughed, snuggling up together and staring up at the ceiling.