Kindle Edition
C. E. Todd Books
Category:
Gay/Lesbian/Bi
Publisher: C. E. Todd Books
Pages: 32
Copyright: October 31, 2013
Price: $2.99 (eBook)
Sara and Abby travel together, and learn about each other.
Hi. I'm Sara. I no sooner got off the plane than I met Abby. And I was worried I wouldn't fit in during my trip to Oxford. Abby's been pretty good about taking care of me, introducing me, making me feel at ease.... Well she did a bit more than that, but I'll let you figure that out.
Second in the series. Approximately 9100 words.
Excerpt
Sara felt something on her ankle. She looked up from her book, a tome on Dwarkin’s views on jurisprudence, and glared across the table at Abby, who clearly preferred not to be in the library.
“What?!” Sara whispered gruffly.
Abby lowered her head, whispering softly, “Allen told me that he saw Professor Evans last night, around midnight, coming out of your room! What gives?”
Sara frowned, realizing that this was the beginning of a burden she didn’t look forward to bearing, especially since she hadn’t thought the whole thing through.
Sara paused, and shoved her book aside. “Well, yes. It just sort of happened. You have to keep quiet, though. Please.”
“Well, I’m not about telling anyone, but if Allen saw it, I’d bet others have heard about it by now. I’m just sayin’.”
Sara sighed. She knew Abby was right. “Abby … I’m sorry. I probably should have talked with you about it. It just happened so fast. I wanted to hear him play piano, and we agreed that things were platonic…but then they just weren’t. I’m not really sure what to make of it, but I should have talked it over with you first. I’m sorry.”
Abby paused, and sat back for a moment, flattered that Sara considered her feelings in the midst of all this. Abby leaned forward again. “Well, I wasn’t saying all this just to make you feel guilty. I just wanted to know what was going on. Now that you mention it, though, it does seem like we sort of had a thing, doesn’t
it?”
Sara smiled, and slid her hand across the study table to cover Abby’s hand reassuringly. “I think we’re always going to have a ‘thing’, Abby. Don’t you?”
Abby smiled, glad her relationship with Sara apparently hadn’t been effected. “Thanks,” she whispered. “I didn’t realize I would, but I feel better hearing that.” Sara paused, then started in again, “So, what’s the deal? Was he hot?”
Sara sighed to herself. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“I just wanted to know a few details, is all. Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Right,” Sara glowered at Abby. “Okay, he was good. Actually, he was more than just good. It was … it was special. There was more to it than just sex. It was … I’m not sure. But it was more than just good.”
Indeed, Sara wasn’t quite sure what to make of the encounter. Was Professor Evans just a perv? Was Sara just a slut? Was it love? Sara counted on some brief passage of time to help her sort out her feelings. Apparently the Gods didn’t think she deserved the time.
“Yeah, but is he hot? I mean, did he do you? Is he big? What’s he look like?” Abby could barely contain her curiosity.
“Well, I don’t like to kiss and tell, so I won’t. But yeah, he’s hot,” Sara offered.
Abby sat back in her chair, giggling. “Wow. I just didn’t put you two … together.”
Sara frowned. “I guess we sort of put ourselves together. Now, can I do some studying?”
“Oh, by all means. I don’t want to affect your grade point,” Abby smirked, aware the entire academic experience was merely pass/fail. Abby pulled a book out, and began to read.
“Shut up,” Sara smiled.
* * *
It was a warm, drizzly, overcast summer afternoon as Sara and Abby walked back to the college silently. Sara thought to herself what it was that made her encounter with Professor Evans – no, David – so different. It had happened so suddenly, so surprisingly. That sounded to Sara like just a hook up, but it didn’t feel like one. It felt … deeper. It was reassuring somehow to think about David. Why? He didn’t give her anything, actually. Maybe what felt reassuring was actually a feeling that he would be reassuring if the relationship continued. But why? Why was reassurance floating around this guy at all?
“Sara? You there?” Abby tugged on Sara’s forearm as they turned into the college.
“Sorry. I was just thinking,” Sara said, “I can’t put my finger on why it was so different with David.”
“Uh oh. So it’s ‘David’, eh? This sounds serious. Let’s go talk about it.” Abby led Sara to the hallway entrance, and down the hallway to Abby’s room.
Sara was a bit surprised at Abby’s ease about the whole situation. It seemed odd that Abby would want to help Sara sort through it all. They were lovers, after all. Sara decided to welcome the courtesy. Maybe Abby had some perspective to offer.
They eased into Abby’s room, a smaller version of Sara’s. There was a bed against the far wall, under a window, and a desk against the adjacent wall. The walls were the same aged, stucco-ish plaster as in Sara’s room; they made Sara wonder what secrets they contained. Sara pull the chair out from the desk, and sat down.
“I really don’t know what to make of it. It was so sudden, but there was something different about it – something deeper. I’d like to think it isn’t just because he’s a man, but I’m just not sure.”
“Well, neither am I,” Abby added as she hopped up off the bed, and bounded to the dresser on the opposite wall, and pulled out a clean halter top. “It was just icky out there. I need to change my shirt. You need one? You have to be as uncomfortable as I am.”
Sara hadn’t quite acclimated herself to the humidity at Oxford. Back in Kansas, when it was dry, it was dry, and when it rained, it usually rained buckets, and then it was over with. Here, though, it seemed to drizzle uncomfortably most days, which only made the midsummer days sticker, and more uncomfortable. “Yeah, I could use a change,” Sara admitted. Sara got up and pulled her t-shirt over her head.
Sara felt a bit strange, standing there in her bra and jeans, staring at Abby’s braless breasts, but decided this was one of those experiences that should “broaden her horizons”, as her mother put it. Sara remained quiet.
“Like what you see?” Abby caught Sara staring.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” There was a lump in Sara’s stomach as she lowered her head and admitted, “They’re just so … beautiful.”
Abby smiled. It seemed all very matter-of-fact to her, and this was part of what attracted Sara to Abby. “Don’t worry. It’s okay with me if you look. It’s even better if you touch.” Abby reached out and tweaked the tip of Sara’s bra lightly, sending a shockwave through Sara, and causing her nipples to swell immediately. Sara swallowed hard.
“Gimme that shirt.” Sara snatched the t-shirt and pulled it on. “I need to figure this out.”
“What? The David thing? You fucked him. What’s so complicated?” Abby said.
“Well, that’s just it. I don’t think I ‘fucked’ him. There was something more to it. I can’t figure out what it is.”
“You like him. That’s all. Maybe he’s safe. Maybe he’s hot. Maybe he’s a surrogate father. Maybe all of those things. The problem is, Sara, that you keep analyzing it, as if it wasn’t okay.”
Sara cocked her head and sat back down at the desk. She was truly puzzled. Abby sensed Sara’s bewilderment, and sat down on the floor in front of Sara, pulling her halter top on, her breasts jiggling slightly as she sat down.
Abby looked up. “Look, you’ve been fixated on this ever since it happened, like it was some train wreck you can’t stop staring at. The reason people can’t stop staring at train wrecks is because they’re abnormal. That’s why you can’t stop analyzing this whole David thing. You think it’s abnormal.” Abby placed a reassuring hand onto Sara’s thigh. “Maybe it isn’t abnormal. Maybe, it’s just one of the most normal things in life, Sara, and maybe you should stop beating yourself up about it, as if you don’t deserve it.”
Sara looked down. Abby’s eyes sparkled, and her hair shimmered. Abby leaned forward, and kissed Abby’s hair. “You’re a good friend, Abby. Let’s go get some dinner.”
Sara and Abby walked across the lawn to the dining hall. They didn’t speak, but now enjoyed a friendship deep enough that neither felt they had to speak, necessarily. This calmed Sara. She thought about what Abby said. Did Sara really feel it was “abnormal” to have a relationship with Professor Evans? It certainly was unusual, at least in Sara’s experience. It wasn’t every day she carried on an affair with her teacher. Actually, it wasn’t any day that she carried on any affair with anyone. For that matter, Sara didn’t even know if David was married. During undergraduate studies, Sara had devoted herself rather singularly to the pursuit of law school, and this left no time for a social life, much less a relationship. So, maybe the encounter with Professor Evans was abnormal, at least for Sara. But this wasn’t what made the relationship different.
“Hey, check it out,” Abby nudged Sara as they entered the large dining hall. Abby nodded to the corner of the hall, where a young man played a Bach fugue on a classical guitar. Sara sat down with the others, and her plate was immediately filled with grilled chicken, corn, carrots, and pears. It felt a bit uncomfortable being waited on hand and foot like this. And that guitar player; he made her feel like she was supposed to be some sort of queen.
Sara ate quietly, lost in thought. It was a pleasant meal. Really. So, what was so wrong with that? Was it bad because it made her feel like a queen? Sara sighed to herself. Abby was right. Sara really was making too much of things. Sara looked over at Abby, who was laughing at someone else’s joke. She was beautiful, and not just physically. She took all of life in stride. Whatever happened simply happened, and never seemed to pose any particular issue. Sara admired – what was it, exactly? – Abby’s control over life, maybe. Anyway, it was enough in itself to make Sara want to be near her, and learn.
Sara felt something on her leg. It was Abby’s foot, slowly caressing Sara’s ankle. Normally, Sara wasn’t this frivolous; playing footsie was for people who didn’t have much direction in life. Sara smiled to herself, thinking how Abby had nurtured Sara, ushering her through her broadening horizons. Sara put her hand on Abby’s thigh lightly.
Typically, Sara studied in her room after dinner, and tonight was no exception. Sara took a cup of Earl Grey tea back to her room, and sat down to her latest article – a riveting tome on law and economics. Normally Sara could stand about an hour pouring over this type of reading material, but there was something about Oxford – maybe it was the treatment, maybe it was just the ambiance of the place – that just made Sara want to study, and study harder. Sara looked up at the clock, and noticed it’d been three hours. She leaned back in her chair, stretching her back. She smiled to herself. Life was good. Sara started slightly as she heard a faint knock at the door.
As Sara opened the door slowly, she noticed it was Abby, dressed in a halter top that showed her tummy a bit, and some hip-hugging pajama bottoms. “Hey, what’s up?”
“I … um … I wanted to see you,” Abby confessed, almost apologetic.
“I was studying. I guess I can take a break. C’mon in.” Sara held the door for Abby, and locked the door behind her. “What is it?”
Abby walked over and sat on the bed, crossing her legs “Indian style.” “Come sit with me, Sara. I need to ask you something.”
“Are you okay, Abby?”
“Well, yes.” Abby paused, uncharacteristically hesitant. “What do you think of me?”
Sara paused, a bit surprised by Abby’s inquiry. What did she think of Abby?
“Hmm. I think you are a good friend. I think you are very considerate,” Sara confessed, honestly.
Abby leaned back, slowly running her hand over her bare stomach. “No, I don’t mean that. I mean….” Abby’s voice trailed off as she stared into Sara’s eyes.
Sara watched Abby, and looked up into Abby’s eyes. They seemed wider than usual, almost pleading. Sara sat down next to Abby, leaning back against the wall beside Abby, and putting her hand on Abby’s thigh reassuringly. “I’m not sure what you mean, Abby.”
Abby paused, then looked up again at Sara. “The other night – I can’t stop thinking about it. I hope you don’t mind.”
Sara smiled slightly. “No. Those thoughts have crossed my mind, too.”
“Good,” Abby suddenly perked up, and sat up. “I was worried that I was … well, I didn’t want to become an emotional burden, or anything.”
“Abby, you’d have to work pretty hard at it to become a burden.” Sara felt her heart begin to quicken at the sensation of Abby’s thigh. Sara rubbed it slowly, lightly.
Abby turned to Sara, and the silence filled the room. “Can I kiss you?”
Sara leaned in, slowly, and kissed Abby lightly on the cheek. Abby paused after this, staring into Sara’s eyes. Abby leaned in, more slowly, and began to lick Sara’s lips. Sara felt her heart race, and slid her hand up Abby’s thigh.
Abby slowly caressed Sara’s cheek with her hand, then lifted Sara’s face under her chin, and began to lick Sara’s neck. Sara closed her eyes, feeling an electricity swell in her stomach. Sara leaned back, her head against the wall. Abby’s hand feel from Sara’s cheek, and lightly caressed Sara’s breast through Sara’s t-shirt. Sara jumped, feeling her nipple harden, and a shockwave bolt from her nipple to her pussy. Sara was getting wet.
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