by C. E. Todd
SARA AND ABBY
by C. E. Todd
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Table of Contents
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER ONE
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, “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 listen to 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 sat back for a moment, then leaned forward. “Well, I wasn’t saying all this just to make you feel guilty. I just want to know what’s going on. Now that you mention it, though, it does seem like we sort of had a thing, doesn’t it?”
Sara smiled, and took Abby’s hand across the table. “I think we’re always going to have a ‘thing’, Abby. Don’t you?”
Abby smiled. “Thanks,” she whispered. “I didn’t realize I would, but I feel better hearing that.” Abby paused, then started in again, “So, what’s the deal? What happened?”
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 another horny guy? Was Sara just a slut? Was it love? Sara just wasn’t sure, and was counting on some brief passage of time to help her sort out her feelings. Apparently the Gods weren’t with her.
“Yeah, but was 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. Sara wondered why her encounter with Professor Evans – no, David – was 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 sense 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 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 most days, which only made them feel 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 she should just “broaden her horizons”, as her mother put it, and stay 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. “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
considerate. 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 as she pulled her halter top on, her breasts jiggling slightly.
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. Sara 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 enjoyed a friendship deep enough that neither felt they had to speak. This calmed Sara. She thought about what Abby said. Was it really “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 an affair with anyone. 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 waiters filled her plate immediately with grilled chicken, corn, carrots, and pears. Sara 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 truly a pleasant meal. 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 by 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 caressed Abby’s thigh lightly.
Typically, Sara studied in her room after supper, 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 then 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 looked up to meet Abby’s eyes. They seemed wider than usual, almost pleading. Sara sat down beside to Abby, leaning back against the wall, 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 her hand slide up Abby’s thigh.
Abby slowly caressed Sara’s cheek, then lifted Sara’s chin and began to lick Sara’s neck. Sara closed her eyes, the warmth in her stomach swelling. Sara leaned back, her head against the wall. Abby’s hand fell from Sara’s cheek, and caressed Sara’s breast through her t-shirt. Sara jumped, feeling her nipple harden, and a shockwave bolted from her nipple to her pussy. Sara was getting wet.
Abby licked and kissed Sara’s neck, her mouth slowly sliding downward, onto the top of Sara’s chest. Abby’s hand slid down, then under Sara’s shirt, lifting it, and exposing her bra. Abby pinched Sara’s nipple hard. Sara moaned softly.
Abby broke away a moment later. “You showed me last time. I loved it. Now, I want to show you.” Abby pulled her halter top over hear head, exposing her breasts. She slid her pajamas down, kicking them off to the side.
Sara’s eyes widened as she realized that Abby wore nothing underneath. “Abby! Do you always forget your underwear?”
“Only when I want someone,” Abby purred, leaning back again, and slowly sliding her finger across her moist, swollen slit. “Come with me,” Abby hissed. “I want to see you come again.”
Sara felt her stomach tighten at these words. Nobody had ever said that to her before. It sounded delicious. Abby tugged Sara’s t-shirt off, and grabbed at Sara’s jeans, unbuttoning them. Sara slid her hand down her pants.
Abby grabbed the top of Sara’s jeans, and pulled hard, tugging them down to Sara’s thighs. Sara wriggled a bit, and kicked the jeans off, then reached around and unclasped her bra. The cool air felt wonderful on her hard nipples.
“C’mon, kid, keep up,” Abby chided.
Dutifully, Sara wriggled out of her panties, and sat down next to Abby, as Abby began to finger herself slowly. Sara ran her hands over her breasts, sending waves of warmth through her chest, into her stomach.
“Hang on. I have something for us,” Abby grinned, as she got off the bed, and pulled a bottle of something out of her pajama bottoms.
“What is it?”
“You’ll see. Lay down. You need a massage.”
Sara did as she was told – what was it about anything Abby requested? – and shuddered as she felt the cool baby oil drip onto her bac
k.
“Oooo. That’s cold,” Sara shuddered.
“It won’t be for long.” Abby began to massage Sara’s back slowly, running her hands down Sara’s spine. Sara moaned as Abby slid lower and lower towards Sara’s ass each time Abby slid her hands down Sara’s back.
“You’re beautiful, Sara,” Abby whispered. Sara closed her eyes, feeling her pussy swell.
Abby’s hands massaged Sara’s ass, then slid down to her thighs. Sara felt more oil pour onto her thighs, and Abby begin to massage each thigh with a separate hand. Sara felt on fire. Her stomach was warm, almost throbbing, and her nipples slid against the bedding as Abby rubbed, causing them to harden more, and sending waves of warmth through Sara.
“Now, you do me,” Abby cooed, as she fell face first onto the bed. Slowly Sara came back to her senses, and realized it was her turn. Sara knelt up, straddled Abby’s thighs, and poured some oil onto Abby’s back, rubbing slowly, in small circles, up Abby’s back. Abby put her hands under her head, and moaned softly.
