Sara and Abby (Sara's Summer Abroad) (4 page)

            Silently,
Gwen settled back into the bed, and leaned back against the wall.  Still
staring at Abby, Gwen drew her legs up slowly, revealing a black g-string under
the chemise.

            “Can
this be our secret?”  Gwen asked, a worried look crossing her face.

            Abby
sat next to Sara on the bed, the two surrounding Gwen.  “Sara, have I ever
violated our trust?”

            “Um
… no.  Never,” Sara agreed, too tipsy to do anything but agree.

            Gwen’s
eyes widened.  “How long have you two….?”

            “Just
since we’ve been here.  That’s all,” Abby answered quickly, trying to minimize
any damage.  “Do you want to meet my friend, or not?”

            Another
silence fell over the room.  Suddenly, Gwen raised her hips, and slid her
g-string off and tossed it aside, revealing a beautiful, completely shaved
pussy.  Gwen held out her hand.

            Abby
obliged, as she and Sara sat transfixed.  Gwen slowly took the vibrator, and
turned it on to its lowest setting, slowly approaching her pussy.

            Gwen
sighed deeply, and reared her head back, closing her eyes at the sensation of
the vibrator against her.  She moved the huge cock slowly, up and down, across
her wetness.  Sara was mesmerized, her nipples hardening as Gwen moaned
softly. 

            Abby
leaned over and kissed Sara lightly on the neck. Sara gasped lightly at this
unexpected pleasure.  Abby began nibbling on Sara’s earlobe, sending chills
down Sara’s back.  Sara began to knead her breasts, feeling a throbbing warmth
in her chest.  Abby unbuttoned her jeans, and slid her hand down her pants as
she licked and nibbled Sara’s neck.  Gwen began to moan louder.  Sara watched
Gwen begin to shove the plastic cock slowly inside.   Sara watched, mesmerized,
as Gwen’s pussy lips expanded to accept the vibrating cock.  Suddenly, Sara
felt a hand on her calf, as Gwen slowly stroked her leg.  Sara gasped.

            Sara
broke Abby’s kiss, and unbuttoned her jeans, sliding them off.  Abby unbuttoned
Sara’s white button-down shirt, and began massaging Sara’s breasts through her
bra.  Abby paused, and pulled her t-shirt over her head, kicked her jeans off
her feet.  Abby wore nothing underneath.

            Abby
reached over, and unclasped Sara’s bra, as Sara leaned forward, in turn, and
kissed Gwen lightly on her cheek, then her neck.  Abby laid down on the bed,
and slid her head under Sara, and pulled Sara’s panties down.  Abby lapped
eagerly at Sara’s swollen pussy.  Sara slid the straps off Gwen’s shoulders,
exposing Gwen’s breasts, and Sara nibbled on Gwen’s nipples, feeling them
harden in her mouth.  Gwen was moaning rhythmically, now, shoving the cock in
and out of her.

            Sara
gasped as Abby flicked her tongue over Sara’s clit.  Sara reached over, and
found Abby’s pussy, and began to massage the slit slowly.  Abby moaned.

            Sara
felt her insides well up, with an intensity she had never known before. Sara
felt her stomach tightening fast, and hard.  Gwen began yelping with each hard
thrust of the plastic cock, and then moaned loudly when she ground it into her
pussy.

            Sara
slid a second finger into Abby, and pulled hard on her front wall, causing Abby
to moan as she slid her tongue into Sara’s pussy. 

            “Fuck!  
Fuck!  Oh, fuuuuck!” Gwen moaned.

            Sara’s
insides swelled, almost as if she would invert.  Suddenly, Sara’s insides spun
to a pinpoint, and she felt her pussy begin to quiver. 

            “Oh…God…yes!” 
Sara exclaimed, feeling as though her insides were being pulled out of her.

            Abby
moaned loudly, and more insistently, as she put her finger on her own clit, and
pressed hard.

            Sara
fell back, her body still quivering, her pussy still convulsing, as she lay
there, lost to the world.  Abby collapsed on her side, panting audibly, and
giggling, as Gwen looked on.

            “Wow. 
He’s my best … friend … ever,” Abby giggled.

            “He
may need a godmother,” Gwen offered.

            Sara
smiled, opening her eyes.  “I’ve never done that.  It was ….  Thank you, both
of you.”

            Sara
clasped her hand to her chest, feeling her still-reeling heart.  “Wow.  I can’t
stop.”     “You don’t have to,” Abby offered.

            Devin
became a regular morning ritual for Sara.  She enjoyed rising at her usual
early time, and getting a jump on the day.  She especially enjoyed the counsel
of a surprisingly wise man over pastries and coffee. 

            “I
could bundle you up and ship you back to Kansas, Devin.  Just watch yourself,”
Sara kidded, one morning.

            “Not
that I wouldn’t mind, pet, but I do have the missus, and the kids.  She’d have
a rough road indeed without me bringing in the money,” Devin confessed.

            “Why
don’t I ever see your family around here, Devin?”  Sara asked.

“Well,
the boys are just too cool to do a pastry shop, and the missus …” his voice
trailed off.  “Well, she used to help out, but she just sort of quit after a
while.  We’ve been married a long time.  Sometimes she just gets bored, I
think.”

“You
don’t know?  Haven’t you talked about it?”  Sara asked.

“No,
not really.  The wife usually just doesn’t want to talk about things.  She just
wants to get her way.  I suppose most women are like that.  So, I give her what
she wants, as best I can, and that’s that.”

“That
sounds dull,” Sara offered, then caught herself.  “I’m sorry.  I don’t mean to
get too personal.”

Devin
smiled.  “No need, m’dear.  Our marriage is stronger than a friend’s
criticism.”  He petted Sara’s hand lightly.  “You just bide your time, pet, and
set your standards carefully.  I’m sure the right man will make himself known
when it’s right for you.”

“I
suppose,” Sara said wistfully.  She wondered if she would ever have her own
family.  

*          *          *

Sara
walked slowly back toward her room.  It was a cool, sunny morning, the kind
that made Sara think of her childhood, when she felt no pressures, and
everything was safe.  She walked onto the campus, and into the lawn.  She
perked up, hearing piano music waft across the lawn.  She immediately walked
toward the piano room, and peeked in the window, confirming her suspicion that
Professor Evans was playing.  She immediately walked into the entryway, and
knocked on the door.  Professor Evans peeked around the doorway.

“Well,
you’re consistent,” Professor Evans offered, pursing his lips.

“I
just wanted to listen.  I wasn’t any trouble last time, and I won’t be this
time,” Sara said, as if she were trying to convince herself as she said it.

Professor
Evans hesitated, then swung the door open.  Sara’s chair was already beside the
piano, and she sat down.

Professor
Evans sighed to himself, leaned his head back, and then leaned over the
keyboard.  He began playing something Sara had never heard.  Her brow furrowed.

“It’s
the theme from ‘On Golden Pond’, an old movie from the 80’s that I like,”
Professor Evans clarified. 

Professor
Evans launched into a soft rendition of Bach’s Prelude No. 1 in C major.  Sara
began to rock in her seat, as if the music was pulling something out of her;
some pain.  Professor Evans looked over, and his brow furrowed, but he
continued playing.  Suddenly, the music ended.

“I
need to go get some breakfast, Sara.  Are you coming?”  Professor Evans asked.

Sara
paused a moment, coming back to reality.  “Um … no.  I need to go to my room
for a moment.”

Sara
got up, and walked out the door, noticing Professor Evans’ pursed lips, as if
he was angry about something.  She walked quickly back to her room.  She was
sincere about not wanting to interrupt the Professor when he played, but his
playing – no, he - was so delicious.  She couldn’t help the feelings that
washed over her as she listened.  She felt her heart quickening as she walked. 
She needed this.

Sara
bounded into her room quickly, and immediately pulled her t-shirt over her
head.  She unbuttoned her jeans, and slid them to the floor.  She unclasped her
bra, and slide her panties down, laying down on her bed.  Her pussy was
swollen, and damp.  Her heart still felt that familiar heaviness.  Was it the
music?  Was it Professor Evans?  Sara rolled onto her back, and closed her
eyes, her hands softly rubbing her hardening nipples.  A wave of warmth ran
from her chest to her stomach, and Sara moaned softly. Her other hand slid down
her stomach, slowly, gently running along her moist slit, feeling it swell, and
open for her.  Sara pictured Professor Evans – playing the piano, then lowering
himself onto her, his cock sliding inside slowly – and Sara’s breath quickened,
and her heart leapt.  She slid a finger inside.

And
electricity surged from her pussy out into her legs, and her chest.  Sara
arched her back, and encircled her clit as it swelled.  Sara slid a second
finger inside her pussy and felt it quiver. 

Her
heart raced, and became heavier, as if it would burst.  She lifted her legs,
and spread them, inviting the world, and fingering herself furiously.  She
imagined Professor Evans inside her, deeper, deeper, and arching his back,
losing control.

Sara
caught her breath, and then moaned loudly, feeling her insides spin faster,
faster. Lost, she pressed hard against her clit, and pinched her nipples,
pulling her fingers hard against her front wall, feeling her g-spot as it
swelled slightly.

“Oh,
God … David!   Fuck me!”  Sara moaned, as her insides spun to a pinpoint and
suddenly erupted, flashing outward, wave after wave ….

Sara
relaxed, and opened her eyes, her pussy still quivering, her heart thumping
against her chest.  She caressed her nipples slowly, softly, slowly withdrawing
her fingers, and lowering her legs.  And there it was; her heart was still
heavy as she thought of Professor Evans. Sara closed her eyes, imagining him
lying next to her, caressing her.

Sara
looked over at the clock.  It was 8:30.  Time to get a quick breakfast.  Sara
gathered her clothes from the floor, and her robe from the closet, and trod
down the hall to the shower.  As she turned on the water, she stepped out of
her robe, thinking.  That feeling – the heaviness in her heart – was not
something she was accustomed to feeling when she touched herself.  This time
was different, though.  She felt it when she heard the music, but she also felt
it when she thought of David.  How were they similar?  Sara stepped into the
shower and let the water run over her hair, warming her.  Her fingers ran over
her body, as the water caressed her.  Music elevated her.  Sara never really
knew why.  It had always had this effect on her, since she learned piano as a
child.  Sara believed that music, for her at least, felt so good because there
were so many experiences she could associate with it, and hearing a particular
tune brought all those experiences, conscious and unconscious, back to her at
once.  Was there some experience she was associating with Professor Evans? 
Nothing really came to mind.  There was a definite connection, though.  As Sara
lathered soap over her chest, she thought that there must be some experience –
something from her past – that connected when she was with Professor Evans. 
Sara sighed to herself.  She loved music.  Perhaps she loved Professor Evans,
as well.

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