Abbie's dare, part 5: Arthur

Reluctantly, Abbie sat up, leading both Rick and Taylor to relinquish their hold on her body. Abbie looked across the aisle of the limo, and made eyes with Arthur.

Nervously clearing his throat and trying to gather himself, Arthur shifted in his seat. "I ..." he stammered. "So here's the thing," he said slowly.

"You don't have to do anything, if you don't want to," Abbie offered gently. "We're just having fun."

"No, it's not that," Arthur said. He shifted again. "I'm just ... well, I'm afraid that if you were to, I don't know, sit on my lap, there might, um ... be, like ..." He paused, sighed, and tried to work out his thought.

Abbie quickly let her eyes wander down his body, and immediately saw that he was sporting a very prominent, very thick erection, bulging out of his pants.

Arthur saw her look at him, and grinned sheepishly. "Yeah, so ... like I said, something kind of, you know, in the way."

Abbie rose up from her spot between Rick and Taylor and moved closer to Arthur. "I don't think anything is in the way, darling." She gracefully lowered herself onto Arthur's lap, making sure she rested her ass against him such that his erection was in direct contact with her. Straddling his thighs, she placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned in close.

"Is this okay?" she whispered, her breath warm against his ear.

Arthur nodded, his hands hesitantly coming to rest on her hips. "Yeah," he breathed. "More than okay."

Abbie smiled and closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his in a gentle kiss. Arthur responded eagerly, his initial nervousness melting away as he lost himself in the sensation. As their kiss deepened, Abbie shifted slightly, causing Arthur to let out a small gasp as she brushed against his erection.

She pulled back slightly, a playful glint in her eye. "Sorry," she murmured, not sounding sorry at all.

Arthur couldn't help but laugh at her mischievous tone. "No, it's okay," he said, shaking his head with a smile. He leaned forward to capture her lips in another kiss, his hands moving up and down her sides in a light caress.

Abbie worked her body against Arthur, her hands roaming his chest and arms, her lips mashing against his as they made out, and as best she could, working her thighs on his lap to stimulate him as much as possible (not to mention trying to simply feel his penis against her body as she could).

"Oh, fuck," Arthur moaned. He leaned against Abbie and whispered into her ear. "If you don't slow down, you might just make me come right here."

Abbie fell forward onto Arthur and into a position where she could whisper back, "If you weren't so hot and hard, maybe I'd have a chance at resisting this." She grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him again. "But probably not."

Arthur took a deep breath and leaned back, holding his position, and for his own benefit, managed to control his nerves enough to stave off any kind of climax. He ran his hands up Abbie's sides, his thumbs grazing her breasts, and kissed her deeply one more time before breaking away and catching his breath.

"I don't have any other pants with me," Arthur said rather defiantly, louder than he'd intended, and in such a declaratory way that it caught the rest of the group off guard. Everyone began to laugh, commenting and teasing him, and the mirth of the moment was more than enough to keep Arthur's orgasm at bay.

Abbie ran a hand along the side of his face. "I suppose that means we're done ... for now?"

Arthur smiled. "For now."