Accept Abigail’s invitation

Abigail wasn’t kidding. At 6pm sharp a shining black sedan with dark windows was outside Matt’s house, the back door held open by a sharply dressed man.

“Mr. Weise,” the man greeted Matt.

“Uh, hey,” he answered meekly, falling into car.

The driver closed the door and Matt took stock of his surroundings. It was lavish inside, dark leather and soft lighting that was both cozy and fabulous at once.

“Where’s Abigail?” Matt called to the driver as the man began to pull off the curb.

“Miss Bowers will be waiting for us at the estate, sir.”

Typical. Matt nodded and squirmed into the seat. Did he mean her house? It was certainly a mansion but an estate? What did she have planned?

“Do you know the plan?” Matt asked.

“Of course, sir, but I have been asked not to share any information with you. My apologies,” came the reply.

A small frown flashed over Matt’s face. Well, nothing to do but sit and wait. However, he noticed the car was not driving to Abigail’s house, but rather out of town.

—

An estate didn’t even begin to describe the place. The grounds seemed to stretch to the horizon. The drive just from the main gate to the house was over a mile between parallel rows of beautiful trees that stretched over the road. Gardens lay beyond the trees, lush and green. The house made Matt gasp, a mountain of stonework and elaborate windows. The car parked in front of the stone staircase to the giant main door and the man opened the car door for Matt to exit.

He stepped out and saw Abigail in the doorway now, waiting patiently. She was still a ways off but still, she looked stunning.

Abigail wore a light blue dress that hugged her bust and fell into a layered skirt to the middle of her thigh. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail with her trademark bangs. Two long sets of hair framed her face. She looked a little taller in her heels and, of course, she was smiling.

Matt approached, slow, dwarfed by the massive house. With each step toward Abigail she only seemed more beautiful. He pictured Lucy, one more time, as he finally stood before Abigail.

“Matthew,” she said sweetly, stepping forward to kiss him.

He turned his head and her lips landed on his cheek.

“Don’t be like that, Matthew,” she said, turning his head toward her. Her eyes seemed so blue, shining above her rosy cheeks and pink lips.

They kissed, gentle but sinking into the passion for a moment.

“Better,” Abigail said when it was over, biting her lip.

“This way!” she said, pulling him into the main hall.

—

Dinner was first.

The table in the hall was enormous, but the teens were set in the center, side by side, with a spread of food in front of them. The room was lit only by a handful of candles on the table and around the periphery of the room which only seemed to make the space seem larger and the immediate setting around the pair more intimate.

Abigail was as close to Matt as their chairs would allow, touching him as often as she could. Matt started dinner as a bore, trying to get the date over with as soon as he could, but he could only keep up the act so long. Abigail was funny, charming, and his attraction to her didn’t help either. By the time the main course was finished they were giggling and flirting without pause.

Matt still hadn’t bought in to the event, though. He didn’t pay her any direct compliments, as if that changed the nature of the date, nor did he acknowledge hers. He let her touch him and an more than one occasion he took her hand, however, and Abigail knew it was only a matter of time.

Dessert was served.

“Chocolate lava cake, but with a twist,” Abigail said.

“A twist?”

“Yes, see, there’s only one, so we have to share it.”

Matt scoffed. “That’s not much of a twist.”

Abigail pulled the cake apart with her spoon and let the molten chocolate inside pool across the plate. She lifted a bite toward Matt’s mouth, her eyes looking right into his.

“We have to feed each other,” she said with a playful, but seductive, smile, sliding the spoon between Matt’s lips.

His eyes went wide as the chocolate melted across his tongue. He moaned softly as the taste overwhelmed him.

“Wow,” he said, swallowing.

“Good, isn’t it!” Abigail said, handing the spoon to him. “Your turn.”

Matt scooped a spoonful of the soft cake and reciprocated. Abigail, once again, held her gaze in Matt’s and took the spoon into her mouth. Her moan of delight was more than just the taste, it held a decidedly sexual tone that vibrates across the metal spoon. She licked her lips, “Delicious.”

They took turns feeding each other the dessert, Abigail increasingly making it a sexual game as Matt tried to remain faithful. Before long the plate was empty.

“Come on, its time for part two,” Abigail said.

“What’s in part two?” Matt asked.

“A stroll through the gardens with my boyfriend,” she said, standing.

“You’re sure confident.”

Abigail kissed his cheek and pulled him to his feet, “Oh silly Matthew. Come on.”

—

It was warm enough yet that the pair didn’t need especially warm coats. Abigail opted for a cloak that had to cost a fortune. The gardens were immaculately green with plants Matt had never seen. The gardens were a labyrinth of brick walls and the green of endless plants. Abigail clung to Matt as they slowly walked through the rock paths.

“So, Matthew, what do you think of the grounds?”

“It’s really cool.”

“Don’t be so modest, Matthew!” she tapped his shoulder playfully.

“All right, all right, it’s amazing. I thought your house was big but this...”

“I spent a lot of summers here. It’s more open and private, especially from family.”

Matt looked down at Abigail, “Don’t get along with your family?”

“It’s not that,” she said, “I just don’t like being told what to do.”

“That’s not a surprise,” Matt laughed.”

“That’s not always true!” Abigail said.

“Really? You’ve done nothing but tell me what to do for the last week.”

Abigail grinned mischievously. “I know one place you can give me orders.”

Matt choked which made Abigail giggle.

“So, tell me about Lucy.”

“What?” Matt exclaimed.

“Tell me about her.”

Matt sighed, “You know enough, don’t you?”

“I don’t know why you’re fighting so hard to stay with her,” Abigail said.

They rounded a corner and came to a bench. Abigail pulled Matt onto it next to her.

“Come on, is the sex amazing?” Abigail pried.

“Does that matter?”

“I bet she doesn’t let you, huh? You’re probably way too big.”

“No. We literally just had sex yest—“ Matt didn’t catch himself in time.

“Yesterday? Wow, you work fast! Tell me about it!”

“Why do you need to know?” Matt snapped.

“Because I have to know about my boyfriend’s past, obviously,” Abigail said without missing a beat, “Come on, don’t be shy.”

Matt pondered for a moment. He didn’t know why he felt compelled to answer her. Was it the way she was looking up at him? She had an innocent look about her despite being anything but. Her blue eyes twinkled in the evening light.

“It was... nothing special,” Matt lied. He cursed himself for lying like that, especially when it definitely was something special despite the fairly unromantic location.

“I figured. Backseat of your car, I bet,” Abigail said dismissively.

“How did you know?”

“Just a guess,” she replied, “considering both of your situations.”

For a moment there was a silence.

“You know there’s, like, two dozen bedrooms in the house up there. We could use them all. No reason to sneak around in a car.”

“Just... stop, Abigail.”

“Why? You’re the one who should stop pretending you don’t want me!”

“Excuse me? I’m with Lucy so—“

Abigail cut in, “But that’s it, isn’t it? Never ‘I love Lucy’ or ‘Lucy means the world to me’ or anything like that! Just that you’re with her! Step up, Matthew! I think you love me. I think you’re trying to hard to pretend that you don’t but you do!”

Abigail poked him in the chest angrily and her voice quiet down.

“You may not know it or want to admit it, but you’d rather be with me. I’d be a much better girlfriend. We wouldn’t have to sneak off in a car to fool around or scramble for time together. It could be just you and me wherever we wanted!”

The silence fell back on the two teens on the bench. Matt looked away, scowling. Abigail leaned into his side, looking up toward him with a soft expression.

“I’m leaving,” Matt said, though he didn’t move.

“Are you telling me or telling yourself?” Abigail countered.

Matt turned to face Abigail, face contorted with the beginnings of a raging fit, ready to yell and scream and confront her. But when their eyes met none of those things happened.

Neither of them knew who started it, or who leaned in first. It happened immediately, their lips locking and eyes closing with the suddenness of it. After the initial moment of surprise the teens quickly recovered into a deep kiss that began slow but, in just a minute, became a passionate embrace.

They pulled away slowly, their lips barely parting.

“Don’t lie to me, Matthew.”

“I want you,” he whispered.

“I know,” Abigail replied, kissing him again.

—

The gardens were lit as bright as day when the pair made their way back to the house. Abigail held Matt’s arm tight, leaning against him as they walked. They had spent longer than either of them meant to on that bench in the garden but the passion had been too much.

“What do you have planned for me, now?” Matt asked.

“Sh, be patient.”

They stepped back into the hall. The lighting had changed, now bright and open. It was enormous. A string band was preparing off to one side.

“What is...?” Matt started to ask.

Abigail stopped him, “Be patient, Matthew, I’ll be right back.”

She kissed his cheek and quickly left up the long spiraling staircase that circled around the room to a balcony that overlooked the hall. At the top she waved, blew Matt a kiss, and vanished through a tall doorway.

Matt was left alone in the hall aside from the band and a small army of apparent butlers and service people standing on the sides of the hall. He walked awkwardly to a long table, elegantly covered in a white cloth that was of serving trays and snacks. He grabbed something absent-mindedly while he waited.

Matt had made another foolish move. Literally last night he had almost told a girl he loved her and her, here his dumb ass was, on a date with someone else. So much for ending things with Abigail. He paced awkwardly, hoping to avoid his own convictions. It wasn’t working. He checked his phone, hoping for comfort in the habit. He saw Lucy’s name on the screen. He opened the message against his better judgement.

Lucy: “I have something to tell you.”

Matt stares at the screen, thumb trembling. He thought he knew what it was about.

Matt: “What is it? Are you okay?”

Lucy: “Yes, it’s something good. Really good.”

Matt: “Well then tell me now!”

Lucy: “I cant. It has to be in person. Trust me, you’ll like it”

Matt: “You’re a tease”

Lucy: “It’ll be worth the wait. I have to get back to work but I’ll see you tomorrow :)”

Matt sent his goodbye and rubbed his eyes. He was in trouble. A pit formed in his stomach. He glanced at the door, almost making a run for it. He wouldn’t be able to resist Abigail after tonight, especially with how things were going. He felt jittery and restless, tapping his foot, unable to calm himself.

Lucy would be so hurt, Matt thought to himself. Why did he keep doing this? Was anything Abigail had to offer really enough to—

Matt was brought back from his anxiety attack when the door on the balcony opened with a soft boom that turned every eye toward it. Abigail sauntered out of the doorway to the bannister, her hands extending across it as if to say, ‘all of this is mine.’

Her hair was down, light curls that draped over her shoulders. Her blue dress was gone, replaced my a much tighter, more mature, black dress. It was cut down almost to her naval, a sash across the waist with a short skirt barely extending past her ass. The straps off her shoulders disappeared into behind her hair, thin and almost imperceptible regardless. Her cleavage was pronounced in a very particular way that would command attention if her makeup hadn’t been done so radiantly. Even from this distance, Matt could see her eyes were framed by long, dark lashes and her lips were a soft but vibrant red. He didn’t know what a contour was but it brought out her cheekbones in a way that was both subtle and bold. The sight nailed Matt in place, mind going blank and, in the vacuum, flooded a deep desire like a river carving a canyon.

Matt didn’t move as Abigail began her slow descent down the stairs, one hand on the railing. She made no effort to conceal her feelings, watching Matt as she made her way toward him. He saw now that her heels weren’t as tall as before.

Abigail reached him and took his hand without a word and led him into the empty floor of the mail hall. At that moment the music began, a soaring orchestral number that made the room hum with life. Once in the center she faced him and placed one hand on her waist and took the other in hers.

“Abigail...” Matt exhaled.

She placed a finger against his lips, “Shush, I'll help lead you through it.”

On a cue Matt couldn’t identify Abigail began to move them, a slow uncomfortable series of moves and steps that she knew with expert precision. The dance was awkward because Matt didn’t know how to lead the dance and Abigail was trying to help him through it as the following position, but anyone watching could see the heat between the dancers.

Matt’s head spun trying to figure out the ever evolving steps of the dance. Abigail was patient, her smile never failing except to giggle at Matt’s attempt to learn the moves. They danced through two fast, upbeat songs and then the lights faded and only a single violin continued to play. Abigail pulled him in close, swaying with the music with no particular purpose. Her head was against his chest and his breathing, instinctively, slowed.

There was only a single light cast on the teens, the rest of the room being dark. Their attention was only on each other: not the staff nearby or other romantic rivals. Matt’s hands started on her hips but, encouraged by Abigail’s rms around his neck, they slipped around her back and then right to her ass. She giggled as his hands became more bold as the music played, tugging on the skirt to just feel the bottom of her round buttocks.

“Be patient,” Abigail cooed when he got a little too bold.

Matt didn’t know how long the dance lasted. It just carried on, the lone violin’s melodies floating through the hall. Eventually the rest of the band joined in and Abigail once again launched Matt back into a real dance. Matt is no dancer and this movement was a dizzying display that lost him immediately. Abigail seemed to know exactly when he was overwhelmed, backing off the intensity so he could find his feet again. His head was spinning and so was his heart. As the music swelled Abigail pulled him down a hallway with a giggle.

As they passed through a doorway Abigail bodied up against Matt and kissed him. She wouldn’t let him pull away and quickly they sunk back into the same passion they felt in the garden, amplified by the dance.

Abigail pulled away for a moment, “I wanted that one to be just for us.”

Now it was Matt’s turn to kiss her, backing her against the wall and falling into her lips, her hands cupping his face and letting out the softest moan. The music in the hall drifted through the hall over this private moment.

Abigail’s heart soared. This was her moment of victory. He took the initiative to kiss her, to hold her, announcing then hidden love she knew had always been there. In a few minutes, she hoped, he would take her upstairs to any of the bedrooms, she didn’t care which, and prove his love without shame. Matt pulled away for a moment, his eyes in hers, his face casting a shadow over her.

“What is it?” she asked breathless.

“You just look so beautiful.”

Again he kissed her, open mouthed and hot. Abigail smiled and held him tight. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t stumble through the words. He said them and he meant them. His hands were strong and deliberate on her waist and across her bare back. She accepted him and his wandering hands, allowing him to touch and explore. Between his legs was the roaring start to his bulge and her own womanhood felt warm and wet already. She had taken all the initiative the first time, reeling him in until he couldn’t say no. Tonight she was his. She would wait for him to take her.

For long minutes they kissed under the wafting muffled music from the hall. Matt’s lips began to wander to her neck and collarbone and then he whispered softly in her ear.

“Where can I take you?”

Abigail knew just the place.