Abby's Scar Page 5

  Abby quickly removed her boots. She got up on the couch on all fours, looking directly over the black underwear. Jordan shifted in her lustful zeal, rubbing her legs together for some minor satisfaction.

  Seduced, Abby let go of all her inhibitions and planted her face straight into the slippery garment, separating cheeks with her nose. It was impossible to tell which groan was more sincere. Jordan swiveled her backside against Abby, and both enjoyed the sensation of the slick panties rubbing against Abby's face.

  Jordan arched into her, lifting Abby up. Now, with a minor adjustment, she could feel Jordan's wet, not desire from nose to chin. She continued to rub herself on Abby's face, releasing ever louder moans. Abby returned the favor, matching and opposing Jordan's every movement.

  But there was only so much she could do. She lifted up her hands and caught Jordan by the hips, holding her steady. She started to lick the satin, but realized it was looser than she thought. She was able to lift the elastic with her tongue and slip her tongue into Jordan's moist erogenous center. She flicked and teased at the sensitive flesh until she had Jordan grunting.

  As fine as the panties were, it was time for them to come off. Abby slipped them over her bottom and off her legs.

  Now, Jordan was exposed and extremely turned on. She arched even further, sending Abby an invitation she couldn't refuse. Abby took a moment to appreciate Jordan's exquisite anatomy, and leaned forward to indulge in a fulfilling taste. Jordan groaned anew and reached forward.

  Abby laid her tongue into her deep, parting long, juicy lips. Saliva and liquid desire spread in her wake. She pushed downwards until her tongue bumped up against Jordan's hood. Abby dug for her pearl and found it waiting, ripe for the plucking. Jordan wheezed and gripped two handfuls of black leather.

  Abby dug at the elusive nub as it darted this way and that. Jordan sucked wind with every movement.

  “Oh, God, yes!”

  Abby thought about returning higher, but she was having too much fun with Jordan's clit. She worked it, centered it, and then in an almost catlike ambush sprung her lips upon it, pulling it and its supporting flesh into her mouth life a large bite of pasta. Once inside her mouth, Abby sucked on the button and rolled it around her teeth until she had Abby twisting and shaking in her hands.

  “Shit, Abby! Make me come!”

  Abby sucked Jordan's clit hard and mercilessly.

  She felt Jordan shaking herself under the orgasmic energy. Her bottom quivered. Her breaths shuddered. Jordan was gone.

  As soon as she revived, she sat down on the couch.

  “You are really great at that, Abby. Now, it's my turn.” Jordan turned on to Abby and began to help her out of her clothes. She began unbuttoning the purple collared shirt she wore. Abby braced herself. With a deep breath, she buried her modesty nerves and let Jordan peel back the cloth from her body. Underneath Jordan discovered a simple white bra. “You have such awesome, big breasts. You should wear nicer bras, though, Abby. I see a shopping trip in our future.”

  Breathing again, Abby answered, “Naw. My bras work fine. Shoot, I can't do all lacy and frills. I just want something that will hold them from bouncing all over the place.”

  “But, don't you know? You look all sexy when they are bouncing all over the place.” Jordan gave her a wicked smirk as she laid her covetous palms on Abby's gleaming, plump breasts. She dove inside the bra to find her buds of pleasure and began twisting them mercilessly. Abby arched her back at the sudden stimulation, her eyes widening to the point of tearing up. Jordan applied more pressure to her aching nipples causing Abby to moan loudly. She found the front clasp of Abby's bra and released the bosoms to fall beautifully into their natural position.

  Jordan gaped in adoration. “So nice. I can't wait to see the rest of you, Abby.”

  “Um, I don't think I can go all the way yet. I'm having a good time, so, please, don't get me wrong. I'll do you again if you want, but I'm,... well, I'm not ready yet.”

  Jordan tilted her face in frustrated disbelief. “How can you not be ready yet? Do you not like what I'm doing to you? Do you like it when I touch you here?” She put her hand on Abby's crotch and gave her a gentle squeeze.

  Abby jumped off the couch nearly knocking her over. Jordan's look of seduction became a look of pure fury. “How can you be so dammed modest? I see your breasts! I want to see all of you! I laid myself out like a fucking buffet for you, and you can't even do the same for me!"

  Abby shook her head, bewildered at Jordan's sudden turn of mood. “I'm sorry, Jordan. I just can't. I just don't feel ready yet.”

  “You felt ready enough to fucking eat me out a few minutes ago! I know you're new at this, so I'm trying to be patient. Relationships are give and take. You do want a relationship, don't you? Every time we get to this point, you run off like a scared little chicken.”

  Abby buttoned her shirt up. “Dang, Jordan! I want a relationship with you very much! I'm just still gettin' used to the idea of being gay. You have to let me do this in my own time. I think we have a great time together. I like you heaps, but I'm just not ready to go all the way yet.”

  “Are you still a virgin? I mean, haven't you ever used a dildo?”

  “I have explored that, and I haven't really liked it much.”

  “Then you're doing it all wrong.” Jordan paused. She extended her arms to where Abby stood next to the couch. “Let me teach you. You said you were soldier enough to let me train you. Can you let me be the one to teach you how to use it?”

  “Not today, okay? I promise I'll get there. Just let me do it in my own time.”

  Jordan slumped backwards into the couch, a scowl on her face. “Fine. I guess if I have to wait a little longer, it'll make it so much better when it finally happens.”

  “I think I'm going to go home. Thanks for a great time. Please, don't be sore at me. I really like where we are going. I guess I just need to feel safe first.”

  “I'm not mad. It'll just take longer is all. Let me know what I can do to make you feel safer. Why don't you pick the next date? I'll do anything but going out cow tipping or anything cowboy like that.”

  “Hmmm.” Abby stood and rubbed her chin. “How about I take you to laser tag? One of my buddies from ROTC has a place that's their family business. I can go anytime I want.”

  Jordan tipped her head, evaluating. “That could be fun. You gonna teach me how to be a soldier?”

  “Only if you want to. How about next weekend? I got some tests I gotta study for this week. I'll pick you up Saturday about ten. There's a burger joint next door. We can have lunch there after.”

  “Huh. Burgers and soldiering……sounds like the perfect date.” Jordan rolled her eyes.

  “Hey don't mock it 'til you try it.”

  “All right. I'll do my best to behave.”

  “Good 'nuff. See ya next weekend.”

  “See ya later,” Jordan replied with less spark in her eye than when they first started their evening.

  Abby felt badly as she left. She gave Jordan a kiss, but Jordan dismissed her with a quick peck and closed the door behind her as she left. Abby really needed to find her inner sex queen in order to keep Jordan. She really hoped Jordan could wait a little longer.

   Laser Tag 

  Abby arrived at Jordan's house about fifteen minutes early. She sat in her truck unsure if she should wait until ten before knocking on her door. She didn't test very well over the week, and she was ready for some rest and relaxation. Her constant thoughts over last Saturday had crept in when she tried to study. She'd exercised more to the point of exhaustion, but she still couldn't quiet her thoughts.

  Abby had texted Jordan a couple of times over the week and had tried to catch a glimpse of her at her usual hang out but each time was unsuccessful. Jordan was off the grid, and Abby couldn't concentrate through the smothering worries of losing her.

  Her nerves were in a raw bundle. On shaky legs she walked to the door and hoped like Hell Jordan still planned to g
o on their date. Before she even knocked on the door, Jordan answered it wearing dark denim jeans and jacket, black knee-high boots, and a fitted black T-shirt. She had her hair pulled back with a simple pin. As she spun, Abby caught a view of a skull and crossbones logo on the back. On her jacket was attached a faux diamond treble clef pin.

  “I like your pin.”

  “I wondered if you were going to stay out in your truck or come to the door. What gives?”

  “I was early and didn't know if you'd be ready.”

  “Well, you should have knocked on the door to find out.”

  “Alrighty then,” Abby said, pressing her lips tight. “Next time I'll just come to the door. You ready to go?"

  “Hur-rah, soldier! Let's go shoot up some the laser tag!”

  Abby laughed at Jordan's chiding. She instantly felt more relaxed.

  Abby drove them out to the old warehouse building. The only indication it was a recreational place was the small sign above the door that said Johnson's Family Fun Center. The rest of the building was an old ugly warehouse that had dirty white paint around it's exterior.

  Inside, however, it transformed into a lively arcade and game center. The lights were dimmed around the video game and bowling sections of the building. The glow of black lighting shone everywhere. Abby led Jordan through the thick crowd and upstairs.

  Looking at Jordan, she said, “This whole second floor is just laser tag.” Arriving at the desk, raised her hand in greeting. “Hey, Jim. This is my friend Jordan. I wanted to teach her how to play. What's it look like in there today?”

  “We've got the regulars playin' right now. You got 'bout five minutes before they start up another game. The novice side is pretty empty today. They are scheduled to go again in fifteen minutes.”

  “Whatcha think, Jordan? You wanna play with us regulars, or you want to go beat up some little kids?”

  “I favor the big boys myself.” Jordan smiled with a mischievous grin.

  “The lady wants the big boys, Jim. Can you hook us up?”

  “Right on it, Abby.” Jim handed them each a laser gun. They were fairly large gadgets, but not too heavy. He then affixed an electronic vest to each of them.

  “The game is a free for all. If you're shot, your vest will light up red. You must retreat to the recharge station to be revived. The game clock runs for fifteen minutes. It's clearly visible on the walls.”

  Jim finished, and they waited for the game doors to open.

  “You excited, Jordan?”

  “Definitely. By the way, I've played a little before.”

  Abby's eyebrows furled. “You have?! When did you play?”

  “When I was younger my friends and I used to come beat up the little kids.” Jordan laughed.

  “Well, good then. I don't have to worry about ya.”

  “No, but you better worry about yourself. You're going down, girlfriend!”

  “You wish! It's on, Little J……You can't play with this big dog! I freakin' live at this place!”

  “Ha! I'm a small target and way faster than you. Good luck finding me!”

  Jim walked in and gave the last minute rules and then sent the girls in with the crowd. They had about thirty seconds to get settled and then the game clock started.

  Abby veered off the left and Jordan to the right.

  Abby felt a twinge of excitement as her heart raced, primed for battle. She lived for this rush. She found one of her favorite spots just under a short staircase and waited patiently. She had all her angles covered and was in a good position for an ambush. Settled, she looked for her next hiding spot, planning each of her moves far in advance. It was a crevice in the corner of a maze hallway.

  One, two, three…..Abby was picking unsuspecting players off as they descended the stairs to hunt out their prey. She saw no sign of Jordan as she waited. It was time to try to lure her out of her hole.

  Abby looked to the left and then the right and did a quick crawl to her secondary hiding spot. She waited in there, keeping an alert eye out for anyone approaching in either direction.

  After a few minutes, she moved forward into the maze. She peered around the corner, laying flat on her stomach, holding her laser gun in position. She saw Jordan's quick sprint to a corner on the far side of the room, her skull and crossbones jacket clearly identifying her. She tried to track her, but failed. Abby was impressed with how well she could move.

  Abby advanced and found another spot to crawl to, determined to work her way over to Jordan. She crept quickly and then peered around the corner again, laying flat on her stomach. Just then, Jordan appeared over her.

  “Look at that fine soldier ass laying on the ground, all primed for the taking.”

  Abby quickly twisted her torso and shot her laser gun just as Jordan did. Abby's vest screamed an electronic alarm and turned red.

  “Too slow!”

  “Damn, girl,” said Abby. “You move fast! I thought you were on the far side of the wall.”

  “I haven't moved at all, sweet Abby. I was waiting for you. What you saw was my decoy.”

  Abby flinched. “What?” Just then she noticed that Jordan wasn't wearing her denim jacket.

  “I hired an employee.”

  “Well, for God's sake, Jordan. Good one. You got me.”

  “I know. So now what's my prize?" Jordan teased.

  “I guess I can buy burgers.”

  “You're on,” said Jordan. “But I say we play the game again. I forgot how much fun this is.”

  “Definitely! Maybe we outta up the ante a bit.” Abby winked.

  “What did you have in mind?” Jordan's eyes perked up in interest.

  “How double or nothing, best out of three, loser buys burgers and desert?”

  “Oh, God, Abby. You really are so innocent.” She rolled her eyes.

  “We're taking it slow, right?”

  “Right. Well, let's get this on, then. You're going to owe me a burger and dessert. I assume a milkshake, right?”

  “That's what they got.” Abby laughed at Jordan's exasperated sigh.

  They played two more games, each ducking and hiding and running. Abby won the second round and Jordan the tie breaker.

  After they feasted on their burgers and shakes Abby drove Jordan home. They sat in her truck listening to country music blaring from the radio, each in their own thoughts.

  Abby smiled to herself as she thought of Jordan's competitiveness during their games. She felt a little twinge of more than simple feelings for Jordan and wondered if it might be something more serious, something deep and important. Abby stole looks at her quiet companion and entertained the possibility that Jordan might be having some feelings of her own for Abby. She sighed happily at the thought of having her first true love.

  Her thoughts turned to the subject of trust and her sexual modesty. Was she ready to give herself completely to Jordan? She wanted to more than anything in the world. She wanted to please Jordan and put a smile on her face. Abby was closer to true love than she'd ever been before.

  “Thanks for the burger and shake, Abby. I really did have a great time,” Jordan said as they pulled up to her drive.

  “Not too cowboy for ya, then?”

  “Not at all. It was Abby-stylin'. I forget how fun a simple day of innocent fun used to be." Jordan laughed.

  Abby marveled at her beauty. “I love your laugh, Jordan. I had a really nice time, too.”

  “I have to beg off a little early today. My parents are coming home, and I need to clean up the place a little and run some errands before they get here tomorrow. I had a wonderful time.”

  “Me, too. Can I lend a hand?”

  Jordan waved her off. “Oh, no. Don't worry about it.”

  “I'll catch ya later, then?” Abby asked a bit nervously.

  “You bet. I'll give ya a call in a few days.”

  “Oh, okay. Don't work too hard!” Abby smiled, trying not to let the disappointment show.

  “I never do!”

/>   Jordan kissed Abby's cheek, slid out of the door, and headed inside. Abby hoped Jordan would look back and smile or something. But she just went straight into her home and never did.

   Declaration 

  Abby slouched in the booth bench and scanned the Sunny Side Up's menu. She'd had an intense morning workout and wanted something hearty to eat. She wore a sheer long sleeve top under a tight faux leather tank that gleamed across her plentiful chest. Her hair had been tamed in one giant slick over the top of her head. Abby smiled as she thought of the shopping trip she had with Jordan the other day.

  After their day playing laser tag, Abby hadn't heard from Jordan for about four days. On the fifth day, Jordan had texted her out of the blue and told her it was her turn for a Jordan-style date. They spent the day shopping. Jordan had insisted on buying her clothes, including the number she was wearing today. Abby enjoyed Jordan's reaction every time she came out of the dressing room wearing something Jordan had picked out. But she drew the line at skirts, dresses, and lacy underwear. Jordan's style was a little fun, and she'd decided to give it a try.

  Cindy passed through the glass doors smiling and waving her hand. Abby returned the sentiment and placed the menu aside, sitting up at attention, waiting for her friend to join her.

  “Hi, Abby! It's been forever! I haven't seen you for weeks. What have you been up to?”

  “Hey, Cindy! Great to see you! How are things with Cody?”

  “Super! We're still together. Wyatt is dating a girl from Dallas. She's kind of a ditz. Her name is Debby, and she wants to go to college for fashion design. But she makes him happy, and the four of us all get along.” Cindy gave Abby's outfit a good look over. “Wow. I assume you're still dating Jordan.”

  Abby smiled. “Yes.” She brought her shoulders together and leaned forward. Whispering, she said, “I'm in love.”

  “Really?!” Cindy said. “You and Jordan Cooper? I never would have guessed it.”

  Abby nodded. “She could be my one and only.”

  Cindy reached and took Abby's hand. “Oh, Abby, I'm so happy for you. She is treating you right, isn't she?”