He tries to escape

Matt recoiled, looking for his clothes. Abigail had thrown off her heels and was struggling to stand. Her thighs glistened with the excess fluid that had fallen from her pussy.

“What are you being angsty for?” she said, “I know you enjoyed that.”

It’s true, Matt had enjoyed it. He had loved every moment. But the shame had quickly flooded into him once it was over and now he wanted to get out of there. Where were his clothes! They were just here...

Abigail hobbled over to Matt and grabbed the giant cock that still stood erect between his legs.

“Could you keep going?” she said in awe, stroking the base just to tease him.

“Stop, okay, I need to—“

Abigail silenced Matt with another kiss. He exhaled into her lips and returned it. It was gentle and surprisingly romantic.

“You can’t tell me there’s nothing here, sweetie,” Abigail cooed as her lips lingered against Matt’s.

“I need to go,” he said, not moving.

“No, no you don’t.”

Abigail kissed him again, shifting her weight and cupping his face.

“Stay and hold me tonight.”

Matt pulled back, cock sliding out of Abigail’s fist.

“No, stop it! I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have done that.”

Abigail hobbled to the table and slumped into a chair.

“Matt, that was fucking incredible. You know it was. You didn’t even try and pull out!” She tossed her head back with a giggle, “god I'd ask you to do me again but you really tore me up. I’m really sore.”

Matt found his shirt and pulled it on. His dick had started to fade, softening and shrinking as he scrambled around the library. He turned in place, trying to locate his pants. Every second he remained in Abigail’s house just made him feel worse.

Lucy trusted him! What was he supposed to do now?

First thing, he had to get home.

He spotted his pants. Abigail held them up, from her chair, legs spread specifically so he could see the pussy he had just filled with his seed.

“I need those,” Matt said.

“Come over here, then, stud.”

Matt hated how hot the visual was. Abigail was gorgeous, biting her lip, and stuffed with his cum. She beckoned him with one finger, a mischievous grin plastered on her face.

“Don’t be like this,” Matt said as he walked over.

“Me? Don’t pretend you didn’t want this just as bad as I did,” Abigail countered.

Matt averted his gaze and Abigail continued.

“So run off, I guess, if you really want, but don’t kid yourself, mister.”

Matt tried to pull his pants from her grasp, but she held firm.

“You have to kiss me if you want these back.”

“Abigail, come on,” he protested.

“I mean it.”

Matt sighed. While he felt so ashamed that he cheated on Lucy, especially after their very romantic weekend, he couldn’t deny he felt something for Abigail. He wondered if he made the wrong choice. It would be pretty sweet to date someone who lived here...

No, he was Lucy’s boyfriend. He locked eyes with Abigail, trying to be defiant, but he didn’t have it in him. Her eyes twinkled, a dark blue that made Matt want to stay. He shook himself free of her spell and once again tried to yank his pants from her grasp. She grinned when failed.

“Kiss me.”

—

Matt tore out of the house, hands full of most d the supplies he’d brought with him. That last kiss lingered on his lips. He dove into his car, cranking it to life and slamming into reverse. The lane leading back to the street seemed twice as long now and he could see Abigail draped in the doorway watching him leave through his rear view mirror. She blew him a kiss and disappeared back inside.

Matt dashed into his house and into his room, falling into his bed with a sigh.

What had he done?

Matt knew Lucy had messaged him. She would be wondering how he was doing. She’d just want to talk for a minute. He was ignoring her for now. He didn’t trust himself to keep this a secret. His mind went back and forth trying to make sense of his own actions. He tried to replay memories of special moments with Lucy.

The first time he could remember seeing her smile.

The way she giggled at a video of a sneezing baby for almost an hour.

Abigail bent over a table and cumming all over his cock.

Matt groaned. He couldn’t keep himself straight. He stretched his arms over his head in the bed he’d lost his virginity. That was a pleasant memory. He closed his eyes and pictured his girlfriend on her back, her eyes clouded by love and lust. Everything was right. It was good. He let Lucy’s face linger in his mind’s eye. He didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted to stay with her.

His phone buzzed. He grabbed it, expecting to see something from Lucy.

Wrong. Abigail had messaged him.

“Hey cowboy”

“What do you want”

“Just checking on you”

Matt rolled his eyes and dropped his phone next to him. It buzzed again so opened it with a frown. Again, it was Abigail.

“I had a lot of fun, you know”

“Leave me alone”

“Matthew, you’re as much to blame as I am”

He scowled. It was true, technically. She had come onto him but he let her. He consented. He fucked her.

“Well it was a mistake”

“No it wasn’t” she said quickly.

Her confidence annoyed him.

“It was. It won't happen again” he shot back.

“We’ll see, goodnight” she replied.

—

Matt cranked the shower to life and, once the water was good and hot, stepped inside. With the curtain shut the world around him vanished. He took a deep breath as the water cascaded over him and let his mind go blank. Lucy’s face floated through it, unbidden, which made Matt smile. He focused on her, the shape of her face, the subtle curves of her waist. He pictured her in his arms, illuminated only by he TV neither of them were paying attention to. He thought of the blue dress she wore on their second official date. Just the hint of cleavage and a whole lot of leg...

When his cock twitched at the memory Matt just smiled. Lucy was his girlfriend. He hasn’t made a life changing mistake today. Lucy was still his and that wasn’t going to change. Matt played the the previous weekend in his head for the thousandth time, reveling in the way Lucy held him, kissed him, loved him.

In no time Matt was erect again, massive and thick. He gave it one long stroke, the shaft shuddering under the steaming water. He leaned back against one wall and closed his eyes again, picturing Lucy writhing in his bed. The memory washed over him with a pleasant stillness as he jerked his giant dick. He was going to take his time and let his girlfriend be the fantasy that finished him. He wouldn’t let anyone get between them again.

—

“Kiss me,” Abigail said, keeping his pants hostage a little longer.

Matt sighed and frowned.

“Seriously?”

She only nodded, a half smile on her face, looking as arrogant as Matt had ever seen her.

Matt rolled his eyes and leaned in. Abigail waited until his eyes were closed and then she met his lips earlier than he expected, her hands on his cheeks. She kissed him hard, her mouth open and, to her delight, he followed. His tongue slipped into her mouth and, for a fleeting moment, Abigail thought she was going to get him again. Just as she unleashed a sexy moan into Matt’s mouth he pulled away and yanked his pants out of her grasp. She licked her lips as he dashed off, trying to dress himself and stumbling toward the maze of rooms to escape.

—

Matt grunted in the shower and he came. As the fountain of semen splashed into the falling water he groaned. Lucy’s face had faded away and Abigail's had replaced it as he brought himself to orgasm and it was Abigail’s naked body he imagined as he finished.

“Goddamnit,” he muttered aloud.

He shut the shower down. The shame was back, dripping off his features as he slumped back into bed. He would have to face Lucy tomorrow. How was he going to keep this a secret? Abigail would totally be someone to blab all over the place. He had half a mind to tell her to keep her mouth shut but that would probably just backfire. He had no leverage. He grabbed his phone, ignoring the multiple messages from Lucy, just to kill some time. He saw one last message from Abigail:

“I won’t tell anyone”