He slid a finger inside her, then joined it with a second. "You want me to take care of you, don't you, Abby?" She nodded, eyes closed and completely relaxed, letting him hold her up with his other arm.
She let out a little whimper when he withdrew his hand, but her disappointment didn't last long. He pushed her shorts and panties down together, spinning her around and pushing her backward against her bed. She sat down, kicking her shorts off her ankles and scooting back on the bed.
Lance moved between her legs, catching her behind the knees and pulling her back to the edge. He knelt on the floor, running his hands up her inner thighs, spreading her for him.
He planted a kiss on the bare skin just above her pubic bone. He slowly inserted his fingers again, one after the other. Abby clapped a hand over her mouth, stifling a moan. He kissed her again, lower. Then once more before extending his tongue.
It didn't take long. Abby was so ramped up already, that it seemed like only a few minutes before she was writhing and arching on the bed. She kept one hand over her mouth to muffle her sounds, but with the other she reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair. Then he felt her walls' rhythmic clenching around his fingers. He continued pumping his fingers in and out and licked a few more times with the flat of his tongue, extending her orgasm, helping her ride it out. Enjoying feeling her and watching her come all over his hand and his face.
She tugged on his hair, and he followed her unspoken direction, rising over her and kissing her deeply. He loved that she never shied away from tasting herself after he went down on her.
He looked down at her face, eyes hooded and cheeks flushed from her recent orgasm. "Feeling better?"
She smiled up at him, slow and satisfied. He couldn't help kissing her again. Abby reached down and squeezed his cock through his shorts again. "I'm feeling better, but you're not."
He gently tugged her hand off his cock. "I'll be fine." She just replaced that hand with the other one. "Or I would be if you'd stop touching me."
"Hmm, maybe. But I think you'd be even better if you let me keep touching you."
He closed his eyes, and felt her start tugging at his belt. "Abby, you don't have to do that. I'll be fine."
His eyes sprang back open when he felt her hand against the bare skin of his cock. She was looking up at him still, watching his reactions. "I know I don't have to. I want to."
She let him go so she could push on his shoulders, guiding him to lie down on the bed next to her. She started tugging down his shorts and boxers and he lifted his hips so she could slide them the rest of the way off. Then her hand was back on his cock, squeezing and rubbing lightly.
He wrapped his hand around hers, showing her the pressure and speed he liked. He closed his eyes, relaxing and enjoying the hand job. She'd never done this for him before. They'd never been without condoms, and he much preferred the real thing over a hand job. This was nice, though. He hadn't really expected her to be this concerned about his pleasure.
He felt her adjust on the bed next to him, then a hot, wet warmth enveloped the head of his cock. He opened his eyes in surprise to see Abby bent over him. He'd gone down on her plenty, but she'd never done this for him before. He suspected she'd never done it for anyone before. She licked around the crown of his head, then took him all the way in her mouth again, and it took all his control not to thrust further into her mouth.
He reached out with one hand, resting it lightly on her head, his fingers threaded through her hair. Not to control her motions, just to show appreciation and encouragement. Abby increased her efforts, licking and sucking and pumping with her hand. He felt his balls tighten up and knew he was close. He tugged lightly on her hair. She didn't pull away. "Abby, I'm gonna …" That seemed to only spur her on more. No longer able to help himself he thrust into her mouth once, twice, and then he came with a groan. She stayed there, her lips glued around him until he finished.
She sat up and swallowed. Lance reached for her and pulled her down against him. "Fuck me. That was hot."
* * *
"Can we go soon?" Abby was whispering into Lance's ear, but she still couldn't manage to stop the whiny tone from entering her voice.
Lance looked down at her sitting against him on the couch, his eyes examining her face. "What's wrong? I thought we were having fun."
Abby shrugged. "When I agreed to come you said we wouldn't stay long. It's been over three hours and I'm getting tired. I want to go home."
The muscle in Lance's jaw flexed and his lips thinned into a hard line. "You want me to take you back to your apartment?"
Abby's eyes widened. "No, that's not what I meant. I want us to go home. To your place."
He relaxed, then. "Soon, sweetheart." He kissed her and smiled before turning back to his friends.
Abby sat back, feeling irritated and tired. She'd had a couple of drinks and had actually been enjoying herself at a party, which was new and different for her. It probably helped that she was with Lance, who didn't abandon her within fifteen minutes of getting there like Megan usually did. But they'd been there for quite a while. It was getting close to midnight, and she was beginning to feel like she might turn into a pumpkin soon. Almost everyone was drunk now, so they were getting rowdier and crazier. And Abby wasn't drunk. She'd had just enough alcohol to make things fun for a while, and then sleepy.
Lance jostled her. "Hey. You ready?"
Abby blinked a few times and rubbed her eyes. "Yeah. Let's go."
Lance stood and gave one of the guys he was talking to one of those man hugs where they clasp hands and then smack each other on the back. He grabbed Abby's hand, pulling her along behind him in the path he cleared through the crowd.
It was still warm outside from the 100 degree high of the day. It was early for it to be that hot already. That didn't usually happen until August. They'd even taken Abby's car, since Lance's didn't have air conditioning. Lance had still insisted on driving anyway. Abby had just rolled her eyes and handed him her keys. It wasn't worth arguing about, and he knew where they were going better than she did anyway.
"Do we need to find Megan?" Lance asked when they got to the sidewalk.
Abby shook her head. "No. Megan will take care of herself like she always does. I'll text her when we get to the car to let her know we're gone."
Lance nodded and turned to walk down the block to where they'd parked, leaving Abby to trail after him. She gave him a questioning look when he held her car door open for her, but he didn't react. When he slid into the driver's seat and started the car, she waited a moment for him to rest a hand on her thigh, but he didn't. His hands clenched around the steering wheel, the muscles in his arms flexing as he did so.
She stared at his profile for a moment, trying and failing to figure out what was wrong with him. He'd never acted like this to her before. "Is something wrong, Lance?"
His nostrils flared, and that muscle in his jaw flexed again, but he didn't say anything. Abby waited.
Finally. "Did you have a nice nap back there?" His voice was quiet and restrained.
What? "You're mad at me for being tired?"
He snorted. "I'm not mad at you for being tired. I just— I thought we were having a good time and all of a sudden you're wanting to leave."
Abby stared at him. "Lance, it's midnight."
"So?"
"So? You promised me that we'd only stay for a couple hours. We left my place at eight. It's midnight. That's more than a couple hours. If anyone should be mad, it's me." She kept her voice low and even, but not without effort.
Lance snorted again. "You're the only one with a right to be mad, huh?"
"You know I don't like parties. I've never made that a secret. I only came because you wanted to and you said we wouldn't stay that long. If you remember, I wanted to stay home tonight, but you pushed me into doing what you wanted like always." Her volume control was slipping, and her voice grew louder as she spoke.
"I always push you into doing things. Reall
y? You're going to go with that?"
"Yes!" Abby was shouting now. "You've been pushing me into things since the first night we met!"
Lance laughed, low and mean sounding. "Abby, you've pushed back plenty. Miss 'I have to do laundry' every fucking time I try to get you to do something with me. I'm surprised you didn't try that one tonight."
She narrowed her eyes at him. "I only ever used that to get out of spending time with you. Tonight I wanted to be with you. Just you. Because you're leaving soon. In two weeks this will all be over, and I wanted to spend time with you."
"I know I'm leaving!" It was Lance's turn to shout, punctuating his words with a hit to the steering wheel. "I'm leaving and I wanted to hang with my friends and go to a party. Because soon I won't be able to. I'll be gone and my life as I know it will be over."
"Then why didn't you just go and let me stay home?"
"I wanted to have some fun and take my girlfriend to a party! Why is that so awful?"
Abby froze. She stared at him. He was breathing hard, his nostrils still flaring, his hands clenching the steering wheel. "I'm not your girlfriend." Her voice was barely above a whisper.
"What the fuck does that mean?" He yanked the steering wheel, pulling into a random parking lot, throwing the car into park and turning to face Abby. His face was livid.
Abby pulled back against the door, shaking her head. "This is just a summer fling. I'm not your girlfriend. You've never called me your girlfriend."
"So what are we then? Fuck buddies? I've never had a fuck buddy stay over every night for a month before. But if that's all this is to you, then fine. You're not my girlfriend."
Abby flinched, his words hitting her like a slap in the face. "That's not— Lance, I just— I never expected this."
"Never expected what?" His voice was tired, resigned, but his eyes still blazed with intensity.
"I never expected you. This." She gestured between them. "Us. I never expected you to want to see me after the first couple dates. Or to fix my car. Or for you to take me home to sleep at your house and make it so I can't sleep well on my own anymore." She paused for a moment, looking at her hands then out the window. "This was supposed to just be casual. You weren't supposed to call me your girlfriend."
When Lance didn't respond right away, Abby finally looked at him. He was still staring at her, his eyes flicking over her face, but the anger was gone from his expression. He scrubbed his face with his hands. "I know. I didn't expect this either." He reached out to her, tucking some stray strands of hair that had escaped her ponytail behind her ear. "But this isn't casual, Abby. It's not just some fling. It would be over by now if that were true."
Abby nodded, firmly pushing down the warmth that stirred inside her at his words. She knew it was already too late, that she was in way too deep to be okay with just letting go of him in two weeks. But she needed to try to pretend, for now at least, that she didn't care about him as much as she did. That he didn't care about her. Otherwise, she'd never be able to make it until he left without begging him to stay. And she couldn't bring herself to do that to either of them.
Lance pulled her close and kissed her over the console that divided their seats. For once Abby preferred Lance's car with its bench seat over her own.
Lance put the car in drive and they drove the rest of the way home in silence, his hand caressing her leg.
CHAPTER TWENTY
"So you're going to Lance's tonight?" Megan stood in the doorway to Abby's room watching her get a few things together. It was Monday evening and Abby had had a long day putting together review worksheets for her language lab students. It was the last week of the last summer session, which meant her students all had a final coming up this week and then she would be done with her summer job.
Abby straightened up, putting her backpack over her shoulder. "Yeah. I told you that already."
"Doesn't he usually pick you up?"
"Yeah, but he's working late tonight finishing up a project."
"So he's not even home yet?" Megan still stood in the doorway, arms crossed, leaning against the doorjamb, not letting Abby leave.
Abby was getting impatient. "No, but he just texted that he'll be leaving soon. Do you have a point, Megan?"
Megan stared at Abby for a moment before responding. "Isn't he leaving this weekend?"
"Yeah. That's why I'm going over now, so I can see him as much as possible before he leaves. Are you getting bored being home by yourself in the evenings? You can come, too, if you want. I'm sure Chris and Matt won't mind if they're home. You guys seemed to hit it off well enough at the Fourth of July party."
Megan nodded slowly, dropping her arms and straightening up. "Yeah, all right. That sounds better than staying here."
Abby nodded. "Good. You drive, that way you can come home whenever you want and Lance will take me to work in the morning. You can also help me plan his going away party."
Megan rubbed her hands together. "You know there's nothing I like better than a party."
Abby grinned. "That's what I'm counting on."
* * *
"There you are. What are you doing?" Lance found Abby in his room, carefully placing the last few books from his bookshelf into a box on the floor.
She straightened up and smiled when she looked at him. "I was just helping you pack a little. I needed a break from the party."
He closed the door and went over to her, kissing her and pulling her against his chest. She relaxed into him, and he laid his cheek against her hair. "Are you okay?"
He felt her head move against his chest and pushed her back a little to make sure she was nodding. At the look on his face she nodded again. "Yeah. I'm fine. It's just loud out there."
She was right. Lance could hear the thump of the bass through the walls and occasional voices shouting cheerfully at each other in the living room and kitchen.
"Do you want me to stay in here with you?"
Abby shook her head. "No. I'll be fine in a minute. You should have fun and enjoy your going away party. It's your last chance after all." She smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. He tugged on her hand and led her to the bed, sitting with his back against the wall and Abby between his legs, leaning back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, wanting to imprint the feel of her in his memory. He was leaving on Saturday. He only had one more night after this to spend with Abby.
"I can't believe you found time to plan a going away party for me without telling me."
Abby chuckled. "It wasn't that hard, Lance. You've been working late a lot lately. And Megan, Chris, and Matt helped." She turned her head back to look at him. "They all wanted to give you a proper goodbye."
He smiled. "Thank you for putting it all together, though. I doubt the guys would've done anything except give me a case of beer if you hadn't."
She smiled back. "You're welcome."
"So you're done with the language lab for the summer?"
Abby nodded. "Yeah. The final was today. I finished grading their homework, so I'm all done." She grew thoughtful. "I don't know what I'm going to do with myself next week. You'll be gone and I won't have to go to work."
Lance felt a sharp pang in his chest at her words. He kissed her, not wanting her to dwell on him being gone right now. Not wanting to think about it himself. Pushing away thoughts about what came next and just enjoy this, here, now, with Abby.
She broke the kiss. "What about you? Did you get your project finished?"
"Yeah. The client was really happy and so was my supervisor. In fact, he even showed his boss. They took me out to lunch today to congratulate me on how well I did."
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