Abigail

It should be illegal to be that hot.

That was the only coherent thought you could form as you fought both a blush and a boner.

Abigail was a tanned woman on her mid twenties with brown hair and blue eyes that seemed to shimmer with passion.

She had an F cup that stood firm and tantalizing, deliciously filled tighs, perfectly shaved legs and not a single blemish on her skin. You could see all this and more as she was only wearing a chef hat and an apron.

Even the bulge in the later was somehow alluring.

All of this and more combined to make a woman out of your dreams and holy shit I'm drooling.

You quickly remove the falling drool with your arm as she giggled.

"Don't worry, that happens to everyone. So, how can I help you...?"

"Doug! I-I'm Doug. Nice to meet you." You introduced yourself, doing your best to focus and not just submit to the desire to simply gawk at this ideal of beauty. Focus, dammit! FOCUS.

You cleared your throat as you bit the inside of your cheek to **** your mind to remember why you were here and **** your boner into submission. The hell is going on? This has never happened before. Focus Doug, don't come out as a creep like half of the people at school.

"I-I wa-as..." Not working. You lamented as Abigail's smile turned mischievous.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You were stronger than your freaking hormones, and you were going to have a normal conversation with this woman, boner be damned. "Sorry, I'm not used to speaking to people as beautiful as you, and I'm just looking like an idiot now."

Abigail look pleasantly surprised before a more honest smile came to her face. "You have nothing to apologize for. It's actually my fault for looking so good!" She giggled again.

You chuckled faintly. "Well, I need a birthday present for a friend. She's not expecting gifts, but I want to give her one regardless."

"Oh? Then I think I have what you need. What kind of party is she having?"

"It's... more of a sleepover." The words fall of your mouth before you can stop them.

Her smile turns mischievous again. "Then I have just the thing!"

She turns around and leaves for the back door... giving you a clear view of her swaying hips and bare, bubble butt.

I'm never getting that ass out of my mind.

A minute later she came back with a simple looking cake, 'Happy Birthday!' written with chocolate on it.

"It may not be overly decorated, but trust me, the flavor is exquisite. Your friend is gonna love it."