Paula goes home

"Well you two have kind of shut down," said Abbie. "I hope it isn't on account of me."

Douglas quickly stammered, "No, I'm -- it's just -- no."

Paula was lost in a daydream. In her mind, she was ravaging Abbie, their tongues intertwined, their hands all over each other, fucking themselves silly right there in the costume shop.

"So ... is that it then?" asked Abbie, leaving room for anyone to proposed a next step.

Paula shook off her fantasy. "Yeah. That's it." She was a little sour about it. It was as if she'd convinced herself that Abbie was somehow unattainable, and she needed to shut down her feelings. "Douglas, can you clean up here? I didn't realize the time, and I need to get home."

"Yeah, sure," said Douglas. Paula dropped her measuring tape, pulled on a jacket, and swept out the door.

"That was awfully sudden," said Abbie. "What happened?"

"Beats me," said Douglas. He turned back to look at Abbie. "I still can't get over this. You. I mean -- look at you."

Abbie looked in the mirror. "I am looking at me."

Douglas stood behind her, and they could both see each other in the mirror.

"You look fantastic."

"You seem to be able to talk more now that Paula left."

Doug chuckled. "She hates me. And scares me."

"She doesn't hate you. You're young, she's just picking on you. If she wasn't so bold about being gay, I'd think she had a schoolgirl crush on you."

Douglas blushed. "Oh, stop."

Abbie turned to look at him. "Why not? You're kind, you're cute, you're sweet."

"I'm cute?"

"Yeah, sure!" said Abbie. She looked at his face. His dark eyes twinkled at her. She ran her fingers through the side of his hair as she bit her lip.

"What's going on here?" asked Douglas, a little thrown off.

"I'm not sure," said Abbie.

"What do you want to be going on here?" he asked. "Are you coming on to me?"

"Yeah, I think so." Abbie smiled. She rested her palm on his cheek. He closed his eyes and leaned into her. "But you might be a little overdressed, compared to me."

"I might?"

"You might. I'm wearing this," she said as she indicated herself. "And you've seen every part of me there is."

"Should I ... change my clothes?"

Abbie smiled. "Change out of these, at least." She pulled at the bottom of his t-shirt, and he helped and took it off over his head. "That's a start." She ran her hands along his chest. He was thin, young, and had a small patch of hair in the center of his chest. He put his hands around behind her, and touched her upper back. One hand dropped lower, and rested on her hip, perhaps just an inch or so away from her ass.

"Do you want to get out of that costume?"

Abbie closed her eyes. "Mmm, I do. Can you help me?" She put her arms up in the air, and gently turned so her back was facing Douglas.

Douglas swallowed. "You want me to ... take it off you?"

Abbie sighed. "I do." And after a pause, "Please."

The lingerie didn't clasp, all of the wrap-around parts were elastic. With Abbie arms extended upward, Douglas put his arms around her chest, and stroked her breasts through the lingerie. He slid his right hand inside her left bra cup, grasping her breast, and pinching her nipple. He pulled the left shoulder strap down, and then the left side off her breast, which he continued to grope with his hands. He did the same on the other side, and as he did, Abbie turned around to face him.

The bra hung around her chest beneath her breasts, the veil of mesh hanging below it. Abbie pushed it down to her hips, then around her hips, then to the floor. Douglas leaned his mouth in, and took one of Abbie's nipples in between his teeth. He bit lightly -- she moaned a little. So he bit harder, and she let out a bit of a squeal.

Douglas's hands moved down to Abbie's ass. He slid his hands inside the panties, cupping her ass cheeks, and spreading them slightly, fingering the edge of her crack. He pushed the panties off her, running his hands along her legs as he did.

She stepped out of the pool of clothes on the floor, and reached for Douglas's pants. She felt for his cock through the material, gripped it, and jerked it a bit, as best she could through the clothes. She removed his belt completely, undid the buttons at the top, and slid her finger inside his boxers, taking firm hold of his stiff dick. With her left hand, she pulled his pants to the floor.

What was Douglas going to be like? she wondered. Is he the type who wants extensive oral play first, or will he just take charge and start fucking me like an animal?