The uncontrollable vocal expressions of my sexual ecstasy had almost alerted her mum to the fact that we had been having sex. Amazing sex! At least I hope she hadn't heard me, that would be really awkward in the morning, and now, now it was my turn to reciprocate.
Abbey pulled me up to my feet so that we were standing on her bed; my legs were so wobbly I could barely hold myself up. "My turn?" I replied, slightly shocked, "What, you mean?" I felt embarrassed to have to admit to her, "I, I don't know how."
Her beautiful, exquisite face radiated a longing for me that said all I needed to hear, I would never have turned her down no matter what she had asked of me. She looked at me with such a prepossessing expression.
"Neither did I, Lizzy. I just wanted to make you so happy." She stepped closer to me, "Show me you feel the same way, please." Oh I wanted to, I wanted to so badly.
"Just, just take it slow, okay?" she whispered, "Do whatever you think would feel good." Oh my god, my knees were weak and my hands were shaking with anticipation.
"Oh, Abbey, I - I don't know. You were so good, what if I do it wrong?" I replied sheepishly. Could I do that for Abbey? Where would I start? She wasn't going to take no for an answer and I didn't want her to. I looked into her eyes and caught sight of the unmistakable glint of mischief. What was she up to?
I found out soon enough as she started pouting and bouncing up and down on the bed lightly as if on a trampoline, she was using that puppy-dog look that she knew always got her what she wanted. That wasn't fair, she knew I couldn't resist.
"You wouldn't leave me hanging would you, Liz? Lizzy? Baby?" she said in a comically sad little voice. I started smiling, I couldn't help myself. Whether it was her dirty tactics or voluptuous, bouncing breasts that made up my mind I couldn't say, but I wanted her. I wanted her more than anything.
When Abbey stopped her hypnotic jiggling in front of me, she could tell I had made up my mind. I looked again into her deep blue eyes as her expression became serious, I could see the desire in her, overflowing. An understanding passed between us at that moment that said more than words ever could.
She stepped right up in front of me and took my hands in hers, our fingers interlocking as she pulled me close, our breasts pressed together in an exciting and sensual collision of warm, soft flesh. She placed her head gently next to mine, resting it on my right shoulder as she whispered in my ear so softly, "I am so hot for you right now, Liz."
I felt like giggling like a little girl. I had just been with another girl for the first time in my life, with Abbey, and now we were stood naked on her bed together, embraced as lovers. I felt, giddy.
My emotions surged once more as I felt her softly release my right hand and hold my wrist, she was so gentle. "Here," she whispered quietly and with that, slipped my right hand forward to rest on her warm chest.
Slowly, she guided it down over her smooth skin, between the swell of her breasts and lower over her flat stomach. I could feel every defined muscle and playful curve of her torso as I started to blush; my hand rotated downwards, traveling ever closer.
I knew where this was leading, she wasn't forcing me, just guiding as I ran my fingertips lower and lower until they came to rest on her mound. I could feel immediately how wet she was, the heat emanating from her was unbelievable. It was clear to me that she had been so worked up whilst pleasuring me earlier that she had neglected herself. A wave of guilt washed over me and I wanted, now more than anything, to please her. To show her how much I felt for her.
I cupped her pussy in my hand, her wet, swollen lips slipping between my fingers. "Mmm, Lizzy," she moaned softly, as I slowly ran my fingers over her, "Do you feel that? I'm so wet." Her sensual whispers in my ear were making me hot again, her words stoking the fire that was still raging inside me.
"Yes," I whispered back, my head now also resting on her shoulder, our two naked bodies, perfectly formed and shaped for each other. It all seemed to sink in at once, I was touching Abbey's most intimate area. I could feel her clit and her lips, so smooth and silky with moisture. I had only ever touched myself before, this was so different, so exciting and yet still, forbidden.
"Mmm yes. Lizzy, touch me. Make me come," she moaned in a husky voice, "Please, baby." Baby again, she like calling me that and I think I liked it too. Her words got me so worked up I couldn't believe the effect they had; when she talked like that, whispering those sweet words and telling me what to do, it felt so risqué.
I moved my hand slowly back and forth, rubbing her as my fingers became slick with her juices, her moans becoming longer and more urgent. I didn't know if what I was doing was right, but her body was telling me it was.
"Oh, Lizzy, that's so good," she breathed heavily, her right hand now resting on my left shoulder, "Slip your fingers in." She knew what she wanted and told me, hearing her say those things to me was arousing like nothing I had ever felt before.
Abbey was hanging on to me for support, her legs finding it as hard to stand as my own. I did as she instructed and reached lower, very slowly slipping my middle finger into her, "Oh yes," she whispered as I began to move it in and out, "Two fingers." I don't know how to describe how it felt. It was warm, almost hot, and so soft; the sensation so different to when I touched myself. She was so wet I could feel the arousal all over my hand.
My mind suddenly recalled what she had said to me earlier, it sounded so rude to say but I knew I wanted to, I knew what effect it would have. "Abbey," I whispered to her as I added my index finger to my intimate probing, "Is all this girl goo for me?" Her moan told me I had hit the spot both physically and verbally.
"Yes!" was all she could manage to eek out as I continued pleasuring her, she was breathing heavier now, her chest heaving against mine. "Faster, Liz, please… faster!" she now begged me. My fingers were moving quickly now, I could hear the wet, frenzied sounds as they entered and exited her pussy at speed. Her fingertips were starting to dig into my shoulder, squeezing harder and harder. "Oh my god, Lizzy," she gasped, "My clit, play with my clit. Use your thumb, oh fuck!"
I felt so submissive, anything she wanted she could have, all she had to do was say the words. I manoeuvred my thumb on top of her swollen clit as she instructed, pressing down and rubbing it from side to side like a pendulum. It was so firm I could almost feel it throbbing.
"Oh fuck, I'm going to come, Lizzy! I'm gonna come!" Now I was the one shushing her as Abbey got louder and more vocal; her body so hot she felt like a naked flame pressed to me. She opened her mouth and placed her lips over the soft skin of my bare shoulder as she leaned even more heavily on me.
I felt it happen.
All of a sudden she tensed as a pressure squeezed my fingers, her pussy muscles clamping down on them hard, pulsating. A gush of hot arousal covered my hand as her legs began to shake; I took her weight throwing my left arm around her to keep her upright.
There was a sharp pain in my shoulder as Abbey bit down into my flesh to keep from screaming, her high pitched whimpers of sexual ecstasy were incredible. All I could think at the time was that I had done that to her, I had made her come and it made me so happy. I couldn't hold her up anymore and had to lower Abbey slowly to the bed, her breathing was heavy, her eyes closed.
As I looked down I could see the moisture that had run down her thighs. She was shaking a little, she looked so fragile, so beautiful. My Abbey.
The pain in my shoulder drew my eyes from her. I could see the indentations of teeth marks, she'd bit into me! "Bloody hell," I whispered quietly, not wanting to disturb her. I looked like a trainee vampire had used me for practice; she hadn't broken the skin but it was red and swelling slightly. I wasn't mad with her, how could I be?
My feelings for Abbey had changed so much so quickly it was confusing, but one thing I knew was that I wanted to hold her as she had held me. Lying down, I snuggled up behind Abbey, wrapping my arms around her delicate, naked body, still quivering in the afterglow of her orgasm. As I brought my arm over her chest, holding her close to me, she began to purr again. It was such an animalistic and seductive sound coming from her, I loved it. We drifted off together, asleep in each others arms, peaceful and content.
***
My nose tickled, I could feel it brushing lightly against something. I was so warm and comfortable I didn't want to move, but when an itch needs scratching.
Reluctantly, I forced myself to abandon my slumber as my eyes fluttered open into a blurry world of beige tones; I was so sleepy I could barely keep them open but I tried to focus. "Mmm," I moaned softly, there was something there just in front of my eyes, something pink. What is that? Gradually, it came into focus. 'What's a nipple doing up there?' I thought to myself.
It wasn't mine. I was awake now.
My head was resting on the softest, warmest pillow I had ever known; it was so comfortable I could have stayed there forever, and it was moving. It was Abbey's right breast.
What had happened last night? The memories like so many puzzle pieces were slotting into place, the images coming back to me slowly, rising to the surface from the inky black depths of perfect, restful sleep. Abbey and I had slept together.
She stirred lightly as I moved my right arm which was slung lazily across her waist. Raising my head from her chest I looked around and could see a nothing but a tangle of limbs and bed sheets. My movement stirred her as a small moan escaped her lips. She rolled her head to one side as I turned back to look at her.
Warm, golden rays of morning sunlight were filtering through a gap in her curtains, dancing across her perfect skin, caressing over her warm body. She was so beautiful, so exquisite. Her head rolled back towards me, the light just hitting her eyes which began to flitter open. There they were, sapphires. The strangest feelings washed over me as I looked at her. Yesterday we had just been friends, now, were we something else. The thought felt natural to me, I knew it was what I wanted.
I lay my head back down to the pillow next to hers as she focused on me, our legs still intertwined in an origami of warm, soft flesh. When my face came into focus, I could see her gradually come to the same realisation as I had just moments before. What would she think? It had been Abbey that had seduced me yesterday but would she still feel the same way now? I waited expectantly, my heart ready to break at the slightest sign of regret. As she looked into my eyes, she smiled.
"Hey you," she whispered. If I hadn't already, I knew at that moment, I'd fallen for her. The biggest smile spread across my lips, I was so happy.
"Hey yourself," I replied as I brought my mouth to hers, the first kiss of a new day. A sleepy massage of lips as soft and juicy as a ripe fig.
"Girls?"
"What was that?" I said as my head shot up. I quiet knock came from the bedroom door.
"Are you awake?" it said again. Oh my God, it was Abbey's mum. Not again! I thrust my hand down grabbing the duvet from my feet and threw it over my head in a moment of panic, she was going to open the door, I just knew she was. We both lay there frozen, I was so scared I didn't want to look.
"I'm starting breakfast in a few minutes. Come down when you're ready, okay?" she called back. I finally pulled the duvet off my head when I heard her pad down the hall to the stairs. My heart was pounding again, the thought of being caught by Ms. Kingston was terrifying. Abbey looked at me still smiling, I was astounded. Wasn't she bothered about getting caught?
"Come on, let's get dressed," she said, giving me a quick peck on the lips before getting up. I watched her perfect body, her perfect naked body, as she stood up and stretched before seductively walking to her bathroom. Her hips swayed from side to side as my eyes followed every inch, I'm sure that was for my benefit. As I flopped back to the bed exhausted, my moan said it all, "Oh god."
We both took turns in her shower, the warm water going some way to easing my tension from earlier. I still felt sticky from the night before, the memories playing through my mind as I cleaned my body, the hot water massaging my muscles, my neck and shoulders. It felt wonderful and by the time I finished, I felt fresh and revitalised again.
I glanced at my reflection in the steamed up bathroom mirror as I stepped out, dripping wet and smelling of vanilla; my new favourite shampoo. As I stood there looking at myself, there was something, I don't know, I couldn't quite place it. The woman stood in front of me looked different to the girl from the day before. The teeth marks were still there on my shoulder and I smiled looking at them, I would have to have a talk with that so called friend of mine later.
When we were ready, we walked downstairs together. I had dressed in a pair of baggy, grey cotton track bottoms and a grey t-shirt. It was still warm in the house, as always, but a little more modesty seemed to be appropriate to me this morning. Abbey had on a pair of cotton shorts and her favourite tank top, tight and white with a large red lollipop graphic on the front. It was one of my favourites too.
Upon entering the kitchen we saw Abbey's mum dishing up some scrambled eggs and bacon, the smell made me realise how hungry I was. We didn't often have this for breakfast at her house, usually it consisted of some cereal and fruit but this was a nice change.
"Morning, girls," said Ms. Kingston, smiling when she saw us, "Breakfast is served. Take a seat." It looked really great.
"Thanks, mum," said Abbey.
"Thanks, Ms. Kingston, this looks really good." I didn't know what I was expecting this morning when I saw her, but her warm welcome relieved some of the worry I had about the previous night. The three of us ate without talking much. It was a little awkward as we always chatted in the mornings, usually discussing what we had got up to the night before, or what we were going to do that day. The first was certainly off the cards, so we tried to keep it light and asked Ms. Kingston if she had any plans.
"I'm meeting Julie in town for a bit of retail therapy and some lunch," she told us, "We thought we might try that new place, you know the one near the park?"
"Oh, that sounds nice," replied Abbey, engaging her in conversation.
"She's coming round for tea tonight, I don't know what plans you two have but you're more than welcome to join us if you'd like."
"Sure," Abbey replied, "that would be nice."
Ms. Kingston looked at us both. "So what are you girls up to today? Doing some shipping?" she enquired. I struggled to maintain eye contact with her, I loved Ms. Kingston, I really did. She was so kind and nice to me every time I was round, I felt so uneasy now.
"We're not sure yet, mum," said Abbey, glancing at me, "We haven't really thought about it." I took a quick glance at Ms. Kingston and could tell she knew something was off by her expression, she knew me pretty well by now. It looked as if she was trying to make her mind as to whether or not to say something.
"Thanks for breakfast, mum, that was really nice," Abbey said as she stood, "My hair's still a bit damp, I'm just going to finish drying it." I went to stand as well until I heard Ms. Kingston speak, I knew what it meant and now what was now going to happen, what I'd dreaded most. I sat back down.
"Abbey, dear, sit down. Can we have a talk?" Oh no.
Looking a little uncertain, Abbey sat back down. "Mmm, sure," she replied. Now she was actually confronted by the possibility of having to disclose or confirm what had happened, she didn't sound as confident as she had before.
"Listen. First of all, you know that I love you, don't you, Abbey? And you, Lizzy? Both of you. I want you to know that you can talk to me, about anything." She was resting her arms on the table, leaning forward. "You know that, don't you? We can talk to each other, can't we?" I had my head hanging down, I was blushing already, I could feel my cheeks beginning to burn as I cast a glance at Abbey.
"Yes, mum, we know," she replied quietly.
"I want you to know something, and I don't want you to get upset about it, alright?" We didn't say anything, I couldn't. "When I was going to bed last night," Oh my God, I felt lightheaded and dizzy, this was not happening. "I heard something that I wanted to talk to you about."
She reached forward and laid a hand on each of ours comfortingly, "I think you both know what I'm going to say but, we're you girls, masturbating last night?" Hearing Ms. Kingston say that word was so strange, it felt, I don't know, taboo. Abbey couldn't look at her mum now, she just sorted of mumbled.
"Come on, baby, you can talk to me. We have always said we can tell each other anything haven't we?" It was really heartfelt, I didn't have that sort of relationship with my mum, I mean it was okay, but I always considered Abbey so lucky to have such an open relationship with her mum. They were more like best friends than mother and daughter.
"Lizzy, honey, you know you can talk to me too, don't you? We're friends." She was such a lovely person, what would she think about me now?
"Mum, I…" Abbey was struggling.
"It's ok, dear, you can tell me," she replied reassuringly.
"What, err, what did you hear? You know, last night…" asked Abbey. I was standing on a precipice, I felt like I was about to leap forward and plummet into a bottomless hole. She'd heard me last night; self-conscious didn't even come close.
There was a little time before she replied, obviously weighing up how honest to be. "Well, you should both understand that whatever you were doing was not a bad thing. It's completely natural and everybody does it," she replied. Abbey nodded her head, looking sheepish.
"Okay, well, I was walking up the stairs to go to bed when I heard something. I listened and thought you might have been looking at some, video clips on the internet or something." The way she said 'video clips' made it clear she meant porn. "Then, I heard Lizzy." If the cooker hob and been broken this morning she could have used my cheeks to scramble the eggs, the heat rising off them was so intense. I couldn't ever remember being this embarrassed before.
She gently squeezed my hand with hers as she said quietly, "You were shouting that you were coming. It's okay, please don't feel humiliated, Lizzy." Ms. Kingston grabbed both of our hands more firmly, "Girls, look at me." We did and she looked directly at us when she said, "I masturbate too."
What? I mean, I know that people do, but Abbey's mum?! "Everyone does. It's nothing to be ashamed of. The fact that you were, doing it together is, is okay." We glanced at each other, then back to Ms. Kingston. Hearing your best friends mum tell you over the kitchen table that she masturbates was strange, I didn't know how to wrap my brain around that one.
"You're both at that age now where your hormones are raging, you'll have a lot of mixed up emotions, new feelings to contend with. It's alright." She rubbed her thumbs over the backs of our hands, it felt a little reassuring. "Do you feel happy to talk to me about this? Abbey? Lizzy?" she asked.
Abbey nodded and so did I. "That's good. Listen, I want to ask you something and I want you to tell me the truth, okay? We nodded again without speaking, "Do you use anything to, to masturbate with?" I was shocked, what did she mean?
"When I was your age, I had a hair brush," she confessed, obviously trying to make the embarrassment of the question seem less, "The reason I'm asking is now that I know you are both exploring yourselves, I think it would be better if you used something more clean and hygienic, like a toy." Oh my god, 'toy', she was asking if we used sex toys, "Do you know what I mean?"
"Erm, we don't, mum, honest," replied Abbey.
"Well, okay then," she said, "No more secrets though, alright? Promise me?" I glanced at Abbey as she nodded her head.