Breakfast with Abby

I needed coffee, my head was banging from last night. It was still dark outside as I got dressed and made my way downstairs.

The faint smell of sex filled the air, lingering from the night before.

I brewed some coffee and sat down at the table, staring blankly ahead. My mind was consumed with thoughts of last night.

I heard movement, someone coming down the stairs. I wasn't sure if I was ready to face anyone yet. The door opened and Abby shuffled in. Her small frame was hunched over, clearly exhausted. We exchanged awkward greetings, both of us still reeling from the events of the previous evening. I offered her a cup of coffee, which she accepted gratefully.

"So, um...sorry about last night" she said, hesitantly. I shook my head, reassuring her that it was fine.

"Don't worry, we'd all had a lot to drink." I replied, briefly imagining Jake pounding into her.

"I don't really like Jake," she said, almost to herself. I raised an eyebrow, surprised by her honesty. "He's always hitting on me, making me uncomfortable. But last night..." She trailed off. I noticed her hand rested on her thigh close to her crotch. That must have been some intense interaction she'd had with Jake. I struggled to keep my composure, fighting against the urge to snap at her for her behaviour.

"I guess things got pretty wild last night, huh?" I said, attempting to sound casual.

Abby nodded, her brow creased with concern. "I just...I can't believe that happened."

"I'm not a fan of Jake either" I replied, pouring more coffee. "We should stay away from him, he causes trouble."

"Definitely" Abby agreed, her eyes scanning the room nervously.

"Hey, don't worry about it" I reassured her. "That night was crazy and we all did things we wouldn't normally do."

Abby smiled gratefully, finally relaxing a little.

We sat in silence for a while, I took a moment to admire her. She was wearing one of my t-shirts, her hair was dishevelled and she looked tired. She still looked beautiful, so innocent and lost in thought.

"Hey, I'm sorry if I was loud, last night" she began sheepishly. "Jake is, thorough" she paused, questioning her own use of words.

"That's putting it nicely," I muttered, feeling resentment towards him bubble up inside me once again.

"Are you and Lily getting on okay?" she asked me, placing a hand on top of mine. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. "Yes, of course," I answered eventually, trying to sound confident. She had pity in her eyes.

"I think you're a catch, Alex, if you weren't with Lily I'd let you take me out," she said playfully.

I chuckled, pretending not to be bothered.

"Thanks, Abby. I appreciate that."

She smiled, her cheeks dimpling. "If you ever want to talk, I'm here for you." I held her hand, looking at her sweet smile, I lost myself for a moment and leaned in to kiss her.

Our lips met, she was soft and tender. I closed my eyes, savouring the feeling of her lips against mine. Her body melted into mine, our hearts racing with excitement. I couldn't help but think of Lily, wondering what she would say if she caught us like this. Then I remembered what happened last night, and I felt a rush of passion surge through me. My heart was pounding with anticipation, and my breath came faster. I reached down and placed a hand, midway up her thigh.

She jumped a little, startled by my sudden move.

"Is this okay?" I asked, unsure of whether or not I should continue. She nodded enthusiastically, her eyes wide with excitement.

Slowly, I moved my hand higher, until it rested just under her pubic bone. She moaned into my mouth, her hips pushing against my hand instinctively. I almost choked when I realised she had no panties on.

I could feel her wetness, and I ached to explore further. She grabbed my hand, stopping me. "We can't" she said, bringing me back to reality.

"Oh, of course, I'm so sor-" I began.

"It's not that, I'm just really sore," She reached for my cock, it was hard and showing through my shorts. "Here" she said as she pulled it free.

It was red and swollen, already leaking pre-cum. She expertly wrapped her hand around it, working it up and down with long deliberate strokes. Her hands were so small.

Yet they enveloped my cock completely, milking it with an ease that left me spellbound. I closed my eyes, relishing every sensation. It had been ages since I had felt such pure pleasure.

Abby's eyes locked onto mine, her pupils dilated with arousal.

"You feel so good," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. She slowly pumped my cock with her hand, watching my reaction intently. I could see the hunger in her eyes.

My body thrilled to her touch, electric currents coursing through my veins. I groaned loudly, helpless to resist her ministrations. There was a noise upstairs and we both froze. It reminded us there was other people in the house. Most importantly, Lily.

Abby continued jerking me off, never breaking eye contact. I was mesmerized by her, transfixed by her beauty and power. Her movements became quicker, more urgent. She stopped talking, focused solely on her task.

Her grip tightened around my cock, causing me to gasp involuntarily. My entire body was tense with anticipation, my heartbeat quickening. I watched her, mesmerized by her skillful handling of my erection. Her thumb flicked over the sensitive tip, sending shockwaves of pleasure throughout my system.

Her face bore a look of concentration, her eyes fixed on her target. She worked my cock with such mastery, milking it with precision and care. I found myself holding my breath, eager to experience whatever she had in store for me.

"Abby, I'm going to cum" I warned her, my voice barely above a whisper.

She looked up at me, her eyes flashing with determination.

"Let go," she commanded, her voice firm.

Without thinking, I complied. My cock erupted, shooting ropes of hot semen across her t shirt. She moaned in appreciation, her fingers tightening around my cock. I watched in awe as she caught my cum in her hand, examining it closely.

"Mmm, it's perfect" she murmured, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. She brought my cock to her mouth, running her tongue along its length. I gasped at the sight of her, unable to resist her charms. With gentle precision, she cleaned me off, her lips moving in slow, sensuous motions.

I watched her, fascinated by her actions. The sight of her mouth on my cock sent waves of desire coursing through my body. I shifted in my seat, eager to feel her lips around me once again.

The stairs creaked as someone approached. We did our best to straighten ourselves up.

The footsteps grew closer, and soon Lily appeared at the bottom of the stairs. She looked bleary-eyed and dishevelled, her hair sticking out in every direction. I tried to hide my shame as I glanced over at Abby, who was busy wiping my cum off onto her shirt.

Lily walked over to the counter, taking two painkillers out of the medicine cabinet. She poured herself a glass of water and drank it slowly, looking at us suspiciously. "What are you guys doing?" she asked, her tone accusatory.

"Just talked for a bit," I replied, hoping she didn't notice anything amiss.

"You've spilled your coffee," she pointed at Abby's shirt, my cum stains leaving a wet patch.

Abby laughed nervously, trying to brush it off. "No big deal," she assured her.

Lily's gaze lingered on us for a moment longer.