Always, Abbie

Always, Abbie

She'll do anything you want -- just ask!

Chapter 1 by zankoo zankoo

No matter the situation, Abbie Andrews was always willing to help out. Giving, generous, kind, never a complaint. Everyone liked her, and she liked everyone.

Need a friend to help you prepare for a party? Abbie would be there in a heartbeat. Want a buddy to go see a movie with? Abbie's your girl. Moving across town and want help with some boxes? Someone to walk the dog? To paint the house? To go the park?

Abbie never let anything stand in her way of helping her friends. Unless there was some kind of emergency or if the circumstance was inappropriately dangerous, she always said yes.

The nicest thing about it was that no one ever asked anything too much of her. She was so agreeable that everyone she knew had the greatest respect for her. No one pushed the boundaries, no one took advantage. Until one day ...

Author's note: If this is your first time reading "Always, Abbie," please continue below. If you're familiar with her adventures, you might like the thread I'm currently focused on, which is called "Abbie and Jake Go to a Wedding." It's the longest story to date, and features extensive and varied scenes over the course of a wild wedding weekend.

She was making small talk in the coffee room with Jake, a colleague at work. They had different jobs, but crossed paths from time to time and struck up random conversations. They knew each other well enough to know first and last names, to have mentioned a hobby or two, or made idle references to home towns. They did not know each other well enough to know how old the other was (Abbie was 24, Jake was 28), whether they were married (they were not), where they lived (Abbie in a townhouse with two roommates, Mark and Rebecca; Jake in an apartment with one roommate, Kevin), or even enough to have given the other much thought outside work, or outside a small talk conversation like this one.

Jake did know Abbie well enough to know that she was always one to say yes to her friends, so when she mentioned off hand that she'd help someone paint a few rooms in their house, Jake chuckled.

"Wow, you gotta be a pretty solid friend to help someone paint their house."

"It wasn't the whole house, Jake," Abbie said. "Just a couple rooms."

"And if they'd asked you to do the whole house?"

Abbie laughed. "I'd have to check my calendar, but ... sure, I'd help them with it."


"Why not!"

Jake scoffed. "Because it's super tedious and who wants to paint a house?"

Abbie shrugged. "I don't mind. If someone wants some help, I'm happy to help."

"And paint their house?"


Jake teased. "What about mowing their lawn? What if it was a huge lawn? And only a push mower?"

Abbie thought about it. "Outdoors, sun shining, maybe listen to an audio book while I go, sounds fun. Good exercise. And fresh cut grass smells great."

Jake laughed. "Man, that's amazing."

"You've never mowed a friend's lawn?"

"Uh, there's no lawns in my neighborhood. Plus no one's ever asked me."

"And if they did?" Abbie was curious, but didn't want to push too hard.

"Uh ..." Jake thought about it. If he said no, she might think he was negative or had no sense of adventure. If he said yes, he might get stuck mowing Abbie's lawn before he knew what had happened. "Yeah, I guess if it didn't take too long."

"Why?" she asked. "You have something else to do?"

Jake chuckled. "No, I just -- it's ... it's mowing a lawn. Who wants to do that?"

Abbie shrugged again. "Most things have a silver lining, some reason they can be fun or worthwhile. Like I said, maybe the smell of it is therapeutic. Or maybe you'll find something hiding in the grass like a piece of treasure or something?"


Abbie laughed. "Yeah, maybe!"

Jake was relieved that she wasn't asking him to do household chores for her, though his interest in the topic was mildly piqued. He couldn't help but wonder if she really believed that everything was worth doing in some way.

"Abbie," he asked, "this might be a weird question, but I'm just so curious. Has anyone ever asked you to do anything that you said 'no' to?"

She thought for a minute. "You know what, I don't think so!" She paused, gave it another thought, and then added, "Huh, whaddya know, I'm 100% agreeable!"

Jake chuckled. "It's probably just a matter of time. Someone will push the boundary and you'll see your limits."

"I don't know, Jake. Hasn't happened yet!"

"So what if I asked you to ... do twenty jumping jacks?"

"What, so you can just ... watch?"

Jake shrugged. "Sure. Would you do twenty jumping jacks?"

Abbie looked at him, puzzled. "Yeah, I'll do twenty jumping jacks. I'm not really clear what you're getting out of the deal, but a little exercise certainly can't be bad for me." She performed the minor workout, and finished by giving a small bow before taking a sip of her coffee.

"What if I asked you to ... dump your coffee on the floor?"

Abbie looked at Jake, still confused, but finding some humor in it. She held her mug forward, and slowly tilted it until a small stream of coffee drizzled out onto the linoleum, splashing into a puddle at her feet. "Do you often ask people to do random tasks that seem to serve no purpose?"

Jake laughed. "No."

"Will you make me a fresh cup of coffee now that I've satisfied your whims with this one?"

"Absolutely," Jake said with a smile. He took her mug from her and refilled it at the coffee machine.

"Should I ... clean this up?" Abbie asked hesitantly. Her instinct was to mop it up, but she wasn't sure if Jake had other ideas in mind.

"I guess," he said, his back to her as he filled her mug. "Do you want to?"

"I ..." Abbie started. "Sure." She grabbed some paper towels from the nearby table, and then got onto her hands and knees to wipe up the coffee. "Seems kind of a waste of time ... and coffee." She looked up at Jake, who had finished refilling her cup. "We were talking about helping people out -- painting, mowing a lawn. No one has ever asked me do anything like this. Why did you want me to dump my coffee on the floor?"

Jake said, "I don't know."

"It wasn't enjoyable for you?"

He thought for a minute. Enjoyable, he wondered. "So it would make more sense to you to say 'yes' to people if you knew they'd enjoy it?"

"Well sure," said Abbie, still mopping the floor. "I'd like to think that I'm a positive influence on other people's worlds."

Jake looked down at her on the floor, gazing up at him. It was a bizarre scene, to be sure, and Jake didn't quite know what to make of it himself. He imagined what it would be like for someone else to walk in, and chuckled to himself at the notion that it almost looked like she was crawling around for him, or maybe toward him.

"But, I suppose that if you got some little kick out of watching me be silly with my coffee," Abbie continued in a bit of a sing-song voice. "Doesn't hurt anyone, only took a few seconds out of the day."

She looked back down to the floor, checking whether she'd finished cleaning. As she turned, Jake couldn't help but get a little turned on, looking at the curve of her ass in her skirt. He felt a small twitch as he watched her, realizing for perhaps the first time how attractive Abbie was. His mind blurred by the juxtaposition of being slightly aroused and a conversation with a woman who seemed agreeable to anything that someone else might get pleasure from.

"So what if I asked you to ..." he paused, and swallowed nervously. "To ... go down on me, right here in the break room." He stared at her as she turned her head to face him. Unsure of her reaction -- which seemed surprisingly neutral -- he doubled down. "What if I said, 'Abbie, would you mind crawling over here, and giving me a blowjob?'" Feeling his heart racing with nerves, he glanced away. "Haha, surely that would ... um, I mean ... that would be ..." His eyes slowly scanned back across the room and landed on Abbie.

She looked up at him almost expressionless. She didn't look shocked ... or angry ... or bothered. Her focus was mostly on Jake, though her eyes darted to the side once or twice as if she was trying to think of something.

Jake's energy around this shifted toward regret and he let out a sigh. "Whoa. I'm sorry, Abbie. That obviously crossed a line, seriously crossed a line. I was just trying to think of ... um, how to push the boundary ... you know, something outrageous." Covering up his social misstep, Jake was even more flustered than before. "I don't know what came over me."

I soft smile began to creep onto Abbie's face, and she let out a small giggle. "Oh, so ... you don't want me to suck your dick?" she asked sweetly. The ease with which she suddenly found herself saying 'suck your dick' was exciting to her. Moments earlier, the conversation was about lawn mowing and jumping jacks. She had never talked about sex with Jake before, let alone being so bold and forward. Her smile broadened.

Jake, however, was not at ease. "Uh ... what?"

Abbie was still on her knees, but rose up as if she was about to stand. "You asked me to do something. I'm sure it would be fun -- for both of us. And I'm not ... doing anything else. So, I was about to ... crawl over to you, and ..." She emphasized 'crawl,' one of the more descriptive words Jake had used.

"And ... suck my dick?" Jake had trouble repeating the words, even though they were his words to begin with -- the whole thing was his idea.

"Sure, why not?" Abbie instinctively licked her lips, though wasn't making a specific effort to seduce Jake or anything. But with the ideas and images she had floating through her mind now, the fantasy was getting more and more interesting. Speaking freely about this, feeling no hesitation or , it was all an incredible turn on for her. She sat back on her heels.

Jake was speechless. "Abbie, I -- I don't think anyone asks anyone to, uh, suck their dick here at work. I mean, at least, not, like, in a public place like the coffee room."

"But you did. You asked me." Abbie chuckled. "Ah, so maybe it's you who's never done anything like that before. Hey, first time for everything."

"This would not be my first time getting a blowjob." Jake wasn't sure why being defensive about that was his instinct, but he felt that he needed to make sure Abbie knew that.

"And it would not be my first time giving one." Abbie licked her lips.

"But at work?!"

Abbie thought about it. "Okay, yes. It would be the first time at work." She shrugged and continued. "And why not? You asked, why would I say no?"

Jake threw his arms up. "Because ... it's ... we're at work! It's not normal!" He was more and more flustered, yet aroused by the somewhat shocking combination of Abbie's cute banter along with her more-than-flirtatious energy.

"I don't think I agree with you, Jake." Abbie walked on her knees toward him. "Sex is normal. Being agreeable is normal. And being at work is normal. I never really thought about all of those things at once, combined, but ..." She had arrived in front of him, and put her hand on his thighs. "All you had to do was ask, and you asked." She moved her hands gently, barely touching him.

"Wait, Abbie -- no." He stepped back.

She sighed and looked at him. "Now I'm confused, Jake. If you didn't want me to do it, why did you ask?"

"It was hypothetical. I was testing boundaries. I figured you had some."

Abbie shook her head. "I don't think so," she said simply. "If you want anything from me, all you have to do is ask." She stood up, smoothing out her skirt with one hand, and clutching the wad of paper towels with the other. She watched him for a moment as she moved toward the exit, and tossed the paper towels in the trash. As she reached the doorway, she turned back to Jake. "Let me know if there's anything else you ever want to ask me." With that, she smiled softly, and left.

What's next?

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