Sara and Abby (Sara's Summer Abroad) (3 page)

            Sara
laughed to herself at this question, and its obvious answer.  “Yes,” Sara
deadpanned.  “Yes, mother, this is very much a horizon-expanding experience. 
And thank you.”

            There
was a pause on the other end.  “You’re welcome, Sara.  I just want the best for
you.”  Sara’s mother sounded like she was becoming emotional.

            “Is
there anything you want me to get you, Mom, like a sweater, or some tea or
something?”

            “No,
dear.  Just have a wonderful experience, and come home safe and tell me about
it.”

            Sara
said her goodbyes and sighed to herself.  It wasn’t the normal conversation she
and her mother had.  Usually, mom was talking about how she hadn’t gotten into
medical school because of her grades, and how important it was that Sara not
repeat the same cycle.  Maybe, now that Sara was going to law school, she would
ease up a bit. 

            *          *          *

            Sara
heard a commotion in the hallway, and opened her door to see. 

            Allen
called to her, “Hey!  We’re going to the art gallery.  Wanna tag along?”

            Sara
smiled, and walked out her door, locking it behind her.  Everyone was there –
Abby, Gwen, Tom, Steve, Marcia, and Allen.  Allen seemed the leader of the
group, generally, and led them out of the hallway, onto the sidewalk. 

            Sara
and Abby hung back from the rest.  Gradually, the group separated itself into
females, who walked with Sara and Abby, and males, who walked up front, with
Allen. 

            Abby
turned to Sara.  “Hey, check that out.  It’s kinda hot.”

            Abby
nodded forward, toward the last man in the group ahead, Steve.

            “What?”
Sara asked, a bit confused.

            “His
ass, silly.  Look at it.  It’s beautiful.  Or don’t you look at those sorts of
things?”

            “Well,
I
do,” announced Gwen.  A bit louder, she opined, “I do notice these
sorts of things, and it is spectacular.”

            Lowering
her voice, Gwen confided, “Sorry.  It’s been awhile.”

            The
girls giggled, and the men turned around to see what the commotion was.  Abby
instructed, “Just turn back around.  That’s all we need.”  The men obliged, and
for the entire six block trip to the gallery, the men were subject to catcalls
for the first time in their lives.  No protest was made.

            The
gallery was beautiful.  Sara was impressed that a town as small as Oxford would
care enough about art to spend the money they had on such an impressive art
gallery.  The docent was careful to explain that the gallery was owned by the
city of Oxford, and maintained for the public, because “art belongs to
everyone.”  It was a peaceful way to spend an evening.

            On
the way home, the groups separated by gender again, and the women’s
conversation quickly turned to sex.

            “I
haven’t gotten any since I got here.  They didn’t tell me about this in the
brochures,” Gwen complained.

            Sara
and Abby looked at each other, and smiled.

            “What
was that?  I saw that.”  Marcia accused.  “What’s with you two?”

            Sara
smiled, and looked down.  Abby, not one to let the situation get out of
control, offered, “Alright, so what if we did?  At least we’re not pent up,
like you guys.”

            Gwen
and Marcia said nothing for a moment.

            Gwen
sighed loudly.  “How much for a man.  I need a man.”

            Steve
overheard, and fell back.  “I usually only charge about fifty quid, but for
you, I might consider a discount.”

            “Shut
up, Steve.  I’ll let you know when I need you,” Gwen instructed.  “And don’t
let those ass comments go to your head … the one on your shoulders.”  Steve
walked ahead, turned around, and smiled knowingly.

            *          *          *

            The
group walked to the pub, since there wasn’t anything else to do.  Everyone
grabbed a pint of something, and found a couch to lounge on.  Abby and Sara sat
down between Gwen and Marcia.

            “Did
you two really do it?”  Gwen finally asked.

            “Truth?”
Sara offered.  “Yes.  We did.  It was my first experience with a woman, and I
recommend it.”

            Marcia
turned toward Abby and Sara.  “Really?  Wow.  I never thought of it that way.”

            “Well,
it wasn’t some sort of compromise just because I couldn’t find a man, you
know,” Sara interjected, protesting.  “It was ….  It was beautiful.”

            “My
Sapphic street cred knows no bounds,” Abby offered to the rest of the group.

            “So,
you’ve done it a lot?”  Gwen asked Abby.

            “Well,
I really just do what I feel like.  If it happens, it happens.  That make
sense?”

            “I
guess,” Gwen’s voice trailed off.

            “Okay,
this is the part in the porno movie when you say, ‘Hey, could you show me
sometime?’ and Abby turns to the camera and lifts her eyebrow,” Marcia offered.

            “My
eyebrow is ready if need be,” Abby giggled.

            “Wow. 
I gotta find a man, and quick.” Gwen sat back on the sofa, and took a long swig
of her lager.

            The
beer flowed, and the men invited the women to dance.  It was a loud, pulsating,
instinctive beat.  Everyone danced.  Sara and Abby danced together, for the
most part, and Sara danced better than she used to.

            Abby
leaned over to her.  “Where’d you get those moves?  If I didn’t know any
better, I’d swear you were getting laid nightly!”

            Sara
smiled slightly, and leaned back over to Abby.  “I don’t really know where they
came from.  I don’t usually dance a lot.”

            Suddenly,
Steve grabbed Sara as a Sinatra song blasted over the speakers.  He danced
well, tossing her back and forth in a sort of jitterbug style.  He yanked her back
to him, and Sara gasped as her body jiggled, bouncing against his hard chest.

            Abby
and Gwen were left by themselves, so Abby extended her hand, and pulled Gwen
toward her.  Abby twirled Gwen around, and danced cheek-to-cheek with Gwen.  As
the song ended, Gwen excused herself.

            “What
was that?  You just like to scare off women?” Sara asked Abby as they sat back
down.

            “I’m
not sure.  I think she really does need a man, though,” Abby responded, cocking
her head.

            Steve
bounded over to Abby and Sara.  “Hey, that was fun.  Wanna do it again?”

            Sara
smiled, familiar with the feeling of not wanting to hurt another boy’s
feelings.  “You’re just trying to take advantage, of me.”

            “Well,
sure, if you’re offering,” Steve offered.

            “Come
sit with us.  I’m feeling a bit woozy,” Sara said.

            Abby
and Sara sat down on a couch, with Steve in the middle.  “So, what’s with you
two?  You two need to get out more.  You haven’t said boo since you got here.”

            “We’re
just taking it slow, Steve,” Sara offered, glad for the chance to hint at
taking things slow. 

            “Do
you guys know each other?”

            Abby
interjected, “Well, we do now, Steve.  We are quite good friends, actually.”

            Steve
grinned, “Didn’t mean to step on anyone’s toes.”

            “Don’t
flatter yourself,” Abby deadpanned.

            Steve
got up, and began talking with one of the girls behind the bar counter. 

            “Well,
I’m pretty buzzed.  I think I’d better get back,” Sara said.

            “Wait,”
Abby announced.  “Steve’s got a point.  We could stand to get out a bit more,
and I know someone who needs some help.  Come with me.”

            Abby
grabbed Sara’s arm, and dragged her out of the pub.  They stumbled across the
lawn, to their hallway, and to Abby’s room.  “Come here.  I have something to
show you,” Abby announced.

            Abby
unlocked her door, smiling at Sara.  Abby bounded into her room, and
immediately ran to her dresser, opened the top drawer, and took, something
out. 

            “I’ve
been meaning to introduce you to my best friend,” Abby announced, pulling a
large dildo from a box.  It was huge; about a foot long.  It was thick, too;
probably more than Sara could physically wrap her hand around.  Abby flicked a
switch on the bottom, and a loud buzzing noise filled the room, as the dildo
began to rotate slowly and vibrate.

            “I
think someone needs to be introduced to my best friend,” Abby announced
confidently.

            “What,
you loan that thing out?”  Sara wondered.

            “Well,
I supervise visitation,” Abby giggled.  “C’mon.”

            Sara
wondered if this was the best idea, but alcohol clouded her judgment, so she
ran down the hallway and around the corner behind Abby, who tucked her “best
friend” under her shirt.  They reached Gwen’s door, and knocked.

            “Um
… just a minute!”  They heard from inside.

            Abby
stared at Sara as they heard myriad thumps and collisions inside the room.  A
few minutes later, Gwen slowly opened the door.  “Yes?”

            Abby
pushed the door open, revealing Gwen in a black silk chemise, elegant as
always.

            Sara
followed Abby into the room, and Sara sat on the bed, her head swimming a bit. 
Abby turned to Gwen.

“You,
my friend, have a problem, as I understand.  You lack male companionship, eh?” 
Gwen nodded slowly, smiling slightly. “The solution has arrived.  I’ve sort of
edited the man down to the essential parts.”  Abby pulled the dildo out from
under her shirt, and flipped the switch.

“Oh
my God!”  Gwen squealed, jumping backwards, but staring intently.

“Now,
don’t say you’ve never met my best friend,” Abby warned.

            “Gwen
sat down on the edge of her bed, smiling.  “Um … I’ve been introduced.” 

            “Really? 
Do you have a best friend, too?”  Abby asked, hopeful.

            “Well,
yes, but I didn’t bring it with me.  I sort of packed in a hurry, I suppose.”

            “Well,
fear no more.  My friend is your friend,” Abby offered.

            Gwen
giggled slightly, and a silence fell over the room. 

            “Well,
aren’t you going to leave me so I can get to know your friend?”  Gwen asked.

            Abby’s
smile faded slightly.  “I usually don’t lend my friend out.  As I told Sara, I do
supervised visitation.”

            The
room was pregnant with silence.  Gwen stared at Abby, then at Sara.  Sara’s
heart was racing, the thought of watching Gwen sending her stomach in knots.