Not what we expected

The next day was Saturday. You started your day as you usually did: alone in bed, oversleeping the girls in your body's effort to keep up with them.

When you finally wandered out of the bedroom, you found Emma kneeling between Isabella's outstretched legs, licking loudly. Lily was sitting nearby and watching with a little toy humming away at her pussy.

You joined Lily by kneeling in front of her. Your day really started with your tongue replacing the toy on her clit.

The rest of your morning was spent with the four of you lazing around the apartment.

Emma was curled against you, browsing new PornHub videos. Lily was sitting nearby, also lost in her phone. Isabella was slouched in a chair, eyes closed, one finger sliding slowly in and out of her pussy.

Suddenly Lily looked up from her phone and piped up, "Abby just asked where we live. Her college is on the other side of town."

Unsure the real question, you asked, "how's she doing?"

"It sounds like she having a rough time, but she's being vague. She wants to know if she can come over."

Suddenly none of you were focused on your phones anymore. You made eye contact with Emma, and saw her looking as confused as you.

Lily anticipated your question, "maybe she just wants to talk?"

You thought back to the feeling of her soft tits pressed around your cock and hoped not. "Sure. Invite her over."

When Abby arrived, it seemed like all of you were equally nervous.

You awkwardly welcomed her to your new home while desperately trying to keep your eye from sliding down to her tits.

"How's school going," you asked her.

"Classes are good," she answered.

Lily was the one who noticed the lie by omission, "what about everything else?"

Abby paused before admitting, "I'm not really sure I fit in."

"What do you mean," Emma asked.

"Well, I met a lot of girls in the dorm. They're all," she paused and looked at Lily, "like us, I guess... from the church."

It wasn't clear that Lily would describe herself as "from the church", but she let it go. She prompted, "but?"

"All the girls are," she paused again, "such prudes," she concluded.

Afraid of what she meant, you decided to ask, "what do you mean?"

"Well, of course we're all still virgins," you accepted this assertion in silence, having personally watched Abby lick and suck everything she could get her mouth on, "and some of the girls have boyfriends. All they talk about is getting married."

That didn't surprise any of you, having spent a lot of time around Abby's restrictions. She continued, "but it's like they don't know it's important to make them happy."

You glanced to Lily, seeing her eyes widen with the realization. Abby finally confirmed what you were all guessing, "none of them have ever even masturbated with their boyfriends." After another moment of silence from all of you, she continued, "they seemed really surprised that I even asked about it."

Emma changed the subject, "did you meet anybody?"

Abby blushed slightly, "there's lots of guys in my class. All of them are super into the idea of getting married as soon as they can. I went on a few dates with one guy from school. I thought he was really nice."

Lily asked, "it didn't work out?"

"Well, I really liked him, and I thought he liked me too. I wanted him to know how special he was."

Beside you, Lily realized what Abby was talking about, and you heard a quiet, "oh no," she asked Abby, "what did you do?"

"Nothing weird. It's not like I wanted to have sex or anything," she said confidently, "I just asked if he wanted to fuck my tits and cum on my face."