Abigail

Eleanor had had a crush on Abigail for years. She knew Abigail was queer, and had experience with women, but she was pretty intimidating. But now was the time. It was the summer before college, and Eleanor felt confident - most of the time - that she was cute and fun and good enough for someone like Abigail.

So, she spent the evening hanging out with her friends. As things were winding down and people started to say goodnight, Eleanor stuck around, trying not to look too conspicuous. Fortunately, once it was just her, Abigail, and Eddie, Eddie looked at his phone and said, "alright, looks like it's time for me to head out too. Goodnight, girls."

"Night Eddie!" Abigail called as he headed out, and Eleanor echoed her.

"Guess I should go too, huh?" Eleanor said, and stood.

Abigail smiled. "It's no rush, but I guess it is getting late."

"Hey, I wanted to ask you something..."

Abigail tilted her head. "Yeah?"

"Would you like to get together sometime? Just the two of us?"

"Are you asking me on a date, Ellie?"

Eleanor blushed deep red. "Y-yes."

Abigail grinned. "Then yeah. Yeah I'd like that. Tell you what. You come back here tomorrow night, and we'll do something fun."

"O-okay...yeah, yeah that sounds good!"

Abigail closed in and put her hands on Eleanor's arms. "You're cute when you're flustered." She pulled, bringing Eleanor in close, and planted a kiss on her lips. "Goodnight, Eleanor."

Stunned, Eleanor whispered goodnight and made her way to the door. She looked back into the living room at Abigail, who winked and waved. Eleanor turned back and retreated, only realizing once she was outside that she was rock hard.

All but running to her car, Eleanor made her way home and back to her room on autopilot.