Abigail

[if you haven’t clicked “start game” and played through the story this chapter won’t make any sense]

Lucy shuffled her feet and let go of Matt while Abigail beamed.

“Oh, thank you, we won’t take long, I promise!” Abigail said happily.

Lucy kissed Matt’s cheek. “Some other time, then,” she whispered.

Matt felt bad, but he had made his choice. Tomorrow, he promised himself, he’d give his girlfriend what she wanted.

“This will get her off my back,” he whispered.

Lucy nodded. She didn’t like it but she understood. Abigail was like that.

{if In love with Emily=true}

—

Lucy found her friends for a ride home and Abigail was in Matt’s passenger seat on the way to her house. He wasn’t ready for house massive it was, a castle more than a home.

Abigail talked the entire drive. At first Matt tried to tune it out but Abigail’s energy was infectious. He wasn’t proud of it but eventually they were chatting like old friends. Once inside the house Matt clammed up, intimidated by the immensity of the place.

“Better not be haunted,” he muttered.

“Just us, tonight!” she announced. “I made sure we had the house to ourselves!”

“Bet it would be easy to get lost in here...” Matt said.

Abigail just giggled and pulled him through a doorway until they arrived in an expansive library.

“Perfect for a study break, right?” Abigail said.

The library was two stories tall, the ceiling made of glass that would have let in lots of natural light. Bookshelves lined the walls and there were some tight spiral staircases to the balcony above.

“It’s... amazing...” Matt stammered.

Abigail drooped over a chair, her ass sticking it out behind her. Her sweater crept up and the slightest hint of skin could be seen above her leggings. Matt’s eyes lingered on her shapely ass and Abigail noticed. Was she coming on to him? Was that a bad thing?

“Come sit!” she said.

Matt took a seat across the table. It was covered with materials but he didn’t think he was actually there to study. He met Abigail’s gaze, her deep blue eyes reminding him of Emily.

“Hold on, is there a bathroom around...?”

Abigail directed him to one just a few rooms away. He locked the door and pulled out his phone. Emily had sent him several messages.

Emily: “Ugh work sucks”

Matt: “Oh no! What’s wrong?”

Emily: “Just busy. I miss you.”

Matt: “I miss you! I enjoyed your video ;)”

Emily: “Did it make you cum?”

Matt: “I’m saving it for later”

Emily: “You’re naughty. Okay, gotta work. Love you”

Matt: “I love you”

Matt flushed the toilet so he wasn’t suspicious and jogged back to the library.

“Scared?” Abigail giggled when he arrived.

“Yes!” he teased back.

Abigail had repositioned her chair to be next to Matt’s. He considered this but decided not to make a big deal about it. He sat and Abigail leaned in close.

“So, I heard something about you,” she said in a low voice.

Her hair cascaded onto the desk and she beamed right at Matt. He was starting to piece together Abigail’s intentions, but he didn’t leave. He didn’t confront her.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Oh, never mind. It’s nothing.”

Matt squinted. “It isn’t nothing.”

“Well,” Abigail started, “I’d hate to make thing uncomfortable.”

Matt sighed. It was already pretty uncomfortable. He decided to drop it. If she wanted to talk about it she would. Abigail was like that.

“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you,” Abigail beamed predictably, “I heard that you, my friend, have a really big dick.”

Matt squinted again. “And who told you that?”

“A little birdie,” Abigail whispered, eyes shifting around as if sharing a secret.

“Well, not many people would know,” Matt said. He was playing along. He knew he shouldn’t but he didn’t put a stop to it.

“Who would even know in the first place?” Abigail pried.

Matt paused, their eyes meeting again.

“Just Lucy,” he lied.

Abigail’s eyebrows rose. “Just Lucy? No one else.”

Matt shook his head and Abigail continued, “Aw, that’s so cute. Just two peas in a pod!”

“I guess,” Matt said, averting his gaze.

Abigail didn’t waver. “So, she’s pretty good, huh? Well, I guess you wouldn’t know, right?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Just that you don’t have anything to compare it to, ya know?”

Matt almost countered about Emily but he stopped himself. Abigail thought he was conceding to her and beamed even brighter.

“I mean, that’s all fine. Maybe it’s better that way?”

She was coming on strong. Matt waited for her to propose herself as an alternative. He should have been offended that Abigail was trying to put his girlfriend down but... well, if he was okay running around with Emily behind her back it was hard to defend Lucy’s honor.

“It’s fine,” Matt said, his tone telling Abigail that he agreed. He caught it too late. He cursed himself silently. He was playing right into Abigail's hands.

“Yeah, sure,” she said, biting her lip. “Just too bad, you know? There’s just a lot of options out there and you won’t know what works best for you.”

“What are you saying?” Matt said, pretending to be ignorant.

Abigail only shrugged. Her fingers crawled toward Matt’s arm.

“Remember our date?” she said suddenly.

“We didn’t... oh.” Matt said, realizing where she was going with it.

“Yeah... we didn’t go out. I think about that a lot,” she said, a sad tone infecting her voice.

Matt’s silence didn’t stop her.

“I just would have liked a chance...”

Abigail was just inches from Matt’s face, leaning further forward into his personal space. Matt knew what she was doing and he was nearly out of time to stop her.

He looked into her eyes and the blue again reminded him of Emily. It reminded him that he was actively dating two women. {if Cheat with Melanie=true} He had cheated on both of them with another woman. {endif} He wasn’t faithful to anyone. Abigail was pretty. She had an attractive body. He had almost dated her but, at the last minute, he went out with Lucy instead. He was still attracted to Abigail. How often would he get a chance like this? He made his choice and Abigail was still here, trying to win him over.

Matt leaned in and accepted the kiss he knew Abigail wanted to give him. She breathed in sharp and quickly melted into it, one hand teasing behind his neck. He tried to pull away but she held him in and that was the moment when Matt stopped resisting. The kiss became deeper, her open mouth against his. Abigail slipped onto his lap, straddling him, and he held her waist.

Matt eased his hands under Abigail’s sweater and found her bare flesh underneath. Her tight tummy was smooth under his hand and before long he was wandering down her ass.

Abigail knee she had won and wouldn’t let a good victory go to waste.

“What would Lucy think?” she whispered.

“Shhh,” Matt muttered, kissing her again.

Abigail pulled his shirt off, barely breaking their kiss. It was hotter now, her hands against his bare chest and his tongue in her mouth. His bulge grew underneath her and she couldn’t wait to see it, to see if Lucy had told the truth.

After a minute or so of making out Lucy dropped from Matt’s lap to the ground in front of him. She bit her lip and fumbled with his pants. She didn’t take her eyes off of his, relishing how easy it had been to break him. She slowly pulled his pants down. His bulging underwear presented itself and Abigail considered it. It wasn’t especially large or thick. Had she been played? Had she built up this fantasy too much?

Abigail wasn’t going stop, of course, she had needs, after all. She pulled Matt’s underwear off and opened her mouth to blow him. Before she could begin it swelled even larger. Her eyes went wide as it grew and grew, casting a shadow across her face, throbbing into the air straight as a pole.

“Oh my god...” she muttered when it towered over her, thicker than her hand could fit and way over a foot long.

“Disappointed?” Matt teased.

“Fuck no.”

She paused. “But... I won’t be able to...”

Matt stood, his dick heaving out between his legs. “I guess we’ll find out,” he said.

He pulled Abigail to her feet and set her on the table. They kissed again, sinking into it with heat. Matt’s mind was clear. He was already cheating, why did it matter how many times? He pulled Abigail’s sweater off and found nothing underneath but her breasts, nipples stiff out from the soft flesh. He took one in his mouth, suckling gently. Abigail moaned softly, nearly quivering at the thought of taking his immense cock.

Moments later Abigail was naked, her tight pussy glistening in the library for Matt’s greedy eyes. Her lips pulsed out from her little slit, soaking wet, between soft mounds of flesh. Matt stood in front of her, one hand teasing her clit.

“Can you... go slow?” Abigail muttered, gasping with the shivers his finger sent up her spine.

“Maybe,” Matt replied. He hadn’t needed to be slow with both Lucy and Emily more used to his massive dick and he wasn’t sure he wanted to start over again.

Her pussy flooded, her eyes fluttering as he kissed her again, pressing his cockhead against her pussy. It resisted him, almost too tight, but nothing can resist the strength of his monster cock for long. Abigail gasped when it slipped inside, nearly filling her immediately.

“Oh fuck...” she muttered.

Matt held her knees apart and guided himself in further, stretching her delicate folds and soaking his huge cock in her lust. She moaned freely, echoing amongst the bookshelves, as Matt penetrated her. She yelped with pain long before he was even halfway inside.

“Too... too big...” she whispered, nearly over the edge already.

“Too bad,” Matt growled.

He started to fuck the brunette with as much as her pink pussy could take. Abigail’s legs twitched and she moaned loud, her soaking hole drenching the huge cock inside it. Matt grunted, desperate to be deeper. Each thrust molded her passage for him, slowly increasing her pleasure. She came first, a shuddering orgasm that sent a hot flood of her fluid across Matt’s manhood. She held his lips against hers as she came, muffled moans still escaping. It only encouraged Matt to use her harder and faster. Each shallow thrust felt a little deeper and Abigail’s quivering cunt squeezed even tighter.

Matt kissed Abigail’s neck, burying his meat in her sopping hole, her shouts of delight adding to his own. He recoiled and looked into her eye, the lust evident in the pools of blue.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he grunted.

She came again, body shuddering uncontrollably in his arms. Her pussy squeezed so hard with her orgasm Matt could hardly get into her. He was close, ready to burst any moment.

“Where...” he whispered with effort.

“Birth control! I’m on! Birth! Fuck!” Abigail moaned as he continued pushing his giant fuckstick into her soaking pussy.

“Good...” Matt roared, holding himself inside her and unleashing his orgasm into Abigail’s petite body.

He watched her writhe on the table as his seed painted her passage. Her legs shuddered as rope after rope ejaculated into her waiting womb. The load rippled through her belly so powerfully it brought her to orgasm with him, her pussy cooking around his thick girth as they came together. As they finished she pulled him back into a kiss, passionate and hot. He accepted her lips and continued pumping his heat directly into her.

For a moment the teens sat in the kiss, their heat subsiding into smoldering embers that still threatened to flair up again.

“Holy... holy shit...” Abigail said when they finally pulled away.

Matt slipped free of her petite body, a large portion of his load falling with him. It puddled between Abigail’s legs, melting into the desk. He helped her to her feet and she held him tight.

“Uh... fuck,” she muttered. “That was... wow.”

Matt grinned.

She looked up at him on unsteady legs.

“Help me to my room?”

—

Matt cozied up to Abigail in her bed, holding her against him. It had been an ordeal getting there with her sore pussy leaking all over and her legs being nearly numb. She was strangely silent.

“Matthew,” she said after a few minutes of silence.

“Yeah?”

“I’m surprised you’re staying.”

Matt sat for a moment, looking down at Abigail in the dark. She had a point. From her perspective he had just cheated on his girlfriend and, yet, didn’t seem to mind. Did she just think he would fuck and run? It looked like he had feelings for her.

“Why would I leave?” he said, redirecting the attention back to her.

“I just... I don’t know.”

Matt stroked her shoulder, fingers just teasing her soft skin.

“You said you wanted a chance, right?” Matt said.

“Yeah... but... I just wanted to mess Lucy up since she stole it from me. I didn’t think you...”

Matt cut in, “I wouldn’t have asked for a date if I didn’t feel something.”

“Will you leave her for me?” Abigail said.

There was a long pause.

“I won’t be second place, Matthew,” she continued. “If you leave right now I won’t say anything else.”

“And if I don’t?”

“If you stay then you’re mine.”

Matt kissed the top of her head, “Why don’t we sleep on it?”

“You’re stalling, Matthew.”

After a moment of silence she spoke up again. “I think you want me, Matthew. I think you like me, hell, maybe you even love me. You didn’t... you didn't even resist.”

“No,” Matt confirmed.

Abigail continued, “so if you stay then you’re telling me that I’m right. And if I’m right I won’t let you have anyone else.”

Matt tried to cut in but her finger on his lips stopped him.

“I won’t share with Lucy forever, Matthew. You can’t have me on the side.”

Matt wanted to call her out on that but the hypocrisy was too much. He wasn’t in any position to lecture someone about this.

“So, are you staying?” she asked quietly.

Matt guided her face toward his and kissed her, not moving from his place beside her.

{endif}

{if In love with Abigail=true}

—

With Lucy gone Abigail was free to hang off of Matt the way she wanted. She held him tight and had no shame being handsy as hell. Matt didn’t mind, trading one head-over-heels for another. When they got to his car he kissed her hard, slipping his tongue in her mouth shamelessly.

“You’re naughty, Matthew,” she whispered.

“Oh, my bad, I can stop,” he teased, lips lingering against hers.

“No. I am, too,” she said, then whispering in his ear, “there’s nothing on under my sweater...”

Matt let out a small moan and kissed Abigail’s neck.

“Take me home,” she said, kissing his cheek.

Abigail held Matt’s hand during the short trip to her mansion. There wasn’t much to say, though the sexual tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. A smile was pasted on Abigail’s face, unable to look away from Matt. She was sure he was almost hers, and only hers. Her patience had nearly paid off.

“So, what’s up for tonight?” Matt asked.

“Well, there’s a lot of balconies at my house...” her voice trailed off into a quiet giggle.

“Someone’s eager,” he grinned.

“Oh, you aren’t?”

Matt laughed. “You got me there.”

“You need to take me on a date,” Abigail said, “where people can see us.”

Matt nodded. “Sunday? Or next week?”

“Sunday is next week,” Matt teased.

“Whatever! Just take me out.”

“You got it,” he said with a smile.

They arrived at the first gate into Abigail’s neighborhood and pulled through.

“Who all is home tonight?” Matt asked as they approached the house.

Abigail just smiled.

“Again? How is nobody ever at your place?” He said.

“People travel. It’s whatever. Besides, this way I can be as loud as I want.”

“I’m definitely okay with that,” Matt said, glancing over to Abigail as they pulled up to her house.

—

The house was much creepier at night. Few lights were on and the long shadows only added to the spooky atmosphere. Abigail didn’t care, trotting freely in the dark with Matt struggling to keep up.

“Matthew,” she said in the shadows, “I hope we can break in every room in this house.”

Matt chuckled, following the sound of her voice into a long, windowed hallway.

“Where should we start?” he teased.

Abigail twirled with a grin. “Oh, that’s up to you!”

Matt grabbed her and pulled her into him. She twisted and pressed her ass against his groin with a giggle.

“That doesn’t seem fair,” he said.

“I want to relive that time on the balcony,” she said sweetly, “when you were finally honest about your feelings.”

“You like the outdoors, don’t you?” Matt said.

Abigail spun and planted a kiss on his lips. “Maybe you helped me learn something about myself.”

The kiss became something more, a hot display of love between two teens tired of sneaking around. The kiss was sloppy, loud, and wet. They groped at each other in the autumn moonlight that streamed in the tall windows.

They parted, breathless, gazing into each other’s eyes.

“I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you, too,” he replied softly.

“Where do you want me?” she asked, squirming against him, kissing his jaw.

“Anywhere,” he said hungrily, tugging at the bottom of her sweater.

“You have to choose, my love.“

Abigail wanted him. She wanted him inside her, but she wanted him to choose her, too. To take control of her and dominate her. To be hers and to make her his.

“Right here,” he growled.

“No, sweetie,” she cooed.

Matt slipped her sweater over her shoulders and tossed it to the side, kissing her bare chest.

“Baby...” she moaned, “take me where you want me.”

Matt got the hint and scooped her topless body into his arms. She nuzzled under his neck, kissing him softly. He walked aimlessly though the house until he found a door that led outside. He struggled to open it with Abigail in his arms but eventual succeeded, sauntering into the autumn chill. Abigail’s nipples stood on end as they walked into a large open patio. A pond bubbled nearby and strings of lights hung dark above them.

“Here,” he said.

“I’m not going to be quiet,” Abigail whispered.

“Good,” Matt said with heat.

The pond had a bridge spanning it and Matt carried Abigail onto it, setting her down on the cold stone. They attacked each other again, lips locked together fiercely. He fondled her breasts, pressing her back against the stone railing while she blindly tugged at his pants. He drew back and kicked them free and looked up to see Abigail doing the same. She tossed her leggings away and bent over the railing.

“Come on baby,” she said.

Matt’s cock was already growing, huge and thick and ready to taste the depths of Abigail’s teen pussy. He bodied up behind her, letting his hard shaft quake against the brunette’s ass.

“Oh, Matthew, fuck me!” she said.

He eased his shaft against her soft, meaty lips and slowly pushed his way inside. Abigail moaned and gripped the railing hard as he began to fill her up. Inch after inch passed into her pulsing, wet hole. Matt moaned, his breath cascading over his lover, holding her waist tight. Halfway into her he felt her cum, splashing with heat as her cunt coiled around him. She moaned loud, unashamed, her lust echoing in the night.

Abigail moaned her lover’s name and he fucked her faster, giving her every inch she could take. Her pussy was so wet they could hear him sliding in and out. Matt grunted as he forced his way between her smooth legs, her pussy pulling his massive manhood in deeper and deeper.

“God, you make me cum so fucking hard! Oh my... Matthew!” Abigail shouted.

“I fucking love you!” Matt said through his teeth.

Matt grabbed Abigail’s long hair and tugged it back toward him until her head rested against his chest. His hips didn’t slow, a shallow jackhammer into her petite figure. He groped her breast, fingering a stiff nipple, her body slack against him. She could look into his eyes and see the lust evident in them.

“Oh, Matthew... Matthew...” she stuttered as another orgasm hit her.

Matt craned his neck down and kissed her, sloppy but passionate. She accepted his tongue as he railed her, desperately close to finally fitting his entire length inside her. His cock bulged in her belly, visible to the naked eye, dangerously close to release.

“Make me yours!” Abigail shouted.

Matt held himself inside her and obliged. He reached around an groped both of her breasts and then she felt him finally give her his orgasm, pumping a huge load into her quivering cunt. It rippled through her, a heavy mass of cum that Abigail could feel pulsing into her little body. She fell limp, jaw gaping until, at least, it was over.

They collapsed together on the stone bridge, gasping for breath.

“I love you,” they said in unison, giggling together.

“I love you, too,” Matt said.

He still throbbed inside Abigail and neither made any attempt to change that. She ran her hand over the mass of cum that sat in her gut.

“How is there always so much?” she said in awe.

Matt just kissed her neck. He pulled her against him, spooning her as much as he could while still pulsing inside of her stretched pussy.

“Take me to bed, my love,” she whispered.

He slipped out of her and scooped her back up, walking into the house as his semen drained from her cum-soaked hole.

—

Matt didn’t know which bedroom he actually took her to but Abigail accepted his choice. She didn’t bother to clean herself, the sticky sensation from his drying seed a reminder that he had, at least for tonight, chosen her.

“I want you,” she said.

“You have me.”

“Forever?”

Matt paused. He couldn’t make that promise. He couldn’t even commit to another day. With a sad smile Abigail kissed his cheek and nestled against his chest without another word. It wasn’t worth it tonight. She just wanted to fall asleep in the same bed and forget the world. She wanted to forget he was taking another girl on a date in just a handful of hours and, most likely, fucking her with same passion he had loved Abigail tonight. She wanted the kisses he was planting on her neck to mean something more.

But tonight she would just lie with him and hope he chose her when this was all over.

{endif}