Chapter 65

The rest of the school day passed in a blur for Abigail. She barely paid attention in class, her thoughts tangled up in Emma—her words, her touch, the way her body had melted into Abigail’s arms. Every time she closed her eyes, she could still feel the warmth of Emma’s skin against her lips, hear the shaky breath that had escaped her.

By the time the final bell rang, Abigail was practically vibrating with anticipation. She shot Emma a quick text as she gathered her things:

Abigail: Meet me at my place at 7?

A few minutes passed before Emma’s reply buzzed through.

Emma: I’ll be there. 

Abigail grinned, stuffing her phone into her pocket before heading out. The afternoon air was crisp, the sky fading into soft shades of pink and gold. 

At exactly 7:03, a knock sounded at the door. Abigail’s heart leaped as she hurried over, taking a deep breath before pulling it open.

Emma stood there, hands tucked into the sleeves of her oversized sweater, her damp hair still smelling faintly of coconut shampoo. Her cheeks were pink from the cool evening air, but her smile was warm.

“Hey,” Emma said softly.

Abigail stepped aside, letting her in. “Hey yourself.”

Emma’s fingers brushed against Abigail’s arm as she passed, sending a shiver down her spine.

Emma stepped closer, reaching for Abigail’s hand, lacing their fingers together. “I missed you today.”

Abigail squeezed her hand. “You saw me like four hours ago.”

Emma shrugged. “Still missed you.”

Abigail barely had time to tease her before Emma leaned in, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. It was soft, familiar, but it still sent warmth flooding through Abigail’s chest. She turned her head slightly, catching Emma’s lips in a proper kiss, and the world outside faded away.

The kiss deepened slowly, Emma’s fingers curling into Abigail’s hoodie, pulling her closer. Abigail slid her arms around Emma’s waist, reveling in the way she fit against her so perfectly. When they finally pulled apart, Emma’s eyes were dark, a small smile playing on her lips.

Abigail brushed a strand of hair from Emma’s face. “You wanna pick the movie?”

Emma hummed, pretending to think. “Only if you make the popcorn.”

Abigail laughed, already pulling her toward the kitchen. “Deal.”

Emma settled onto the couch while Abigail made the popcorn, but her mind was a thousand miles away, still buzzing from their kiss. 

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t even notice Abigail sit next to her until she felt a soft, deliberate brush of fingers against her leg. Emma jumped slightly, her heart skipping a beat as she looked at Abigail with wide eyes.

Abigail was smirking, her eyes mischievous as she inched closer.

Emma shifted slightly, trying to focus on the movie playing in front of her, but it was impossible. The sensation of Abigail’s fingers lightly brushing her leg was like a spark, igniting everything inside her. Every touch felt like it was sending waves of electricity through her, and no matter how hard she tried, her mind refused to stay on the plot.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. She turned to Abigail, a playful yet determined glint in her eyes. “You know,” she said, her voice soft but certain, “we could just turn the movie off. We could finish what we started earlier.”

Abigail’s smirk faltered for a moment, a look of surprise flickering across her face. She leaned in slightly, her hand still resting on Emma’s leg, but now there was a new edge to it—a sense of anticipation. “Oh? You sure you want to do that?”

Emma nodded, her gaze never leaving Abigail’s. “Yeah, I think I’m more in the mood for… something else.” She couldn’t help but laugh softly, the tension between them suddenly feeling like a weight they no longer had to carry.

Abigail’s hand stilled for just a second before she leaned closer, her voice a low whisper. “I’m all for that.”

With a quick motion, Emma grabbed the remote, pausing the movie before tossing it aside. She turned fully toward Abigail, their faces inches apart now, the air thick with unspoken words.

Abigail’s eyes darkened, and she reached up, brushing a strand of hair out of Emma’s face, her fingers trailing down her jaw. “I like where your head’s at.”

Emma met her gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. “Then let’s make up for lost time.”

Abigail grinned, and before Emma could say another word, she was pulled into another kiss. This time, Emma let herself take charge, deepening the kiss and letting her hands explore Abigail’s body.

She could feel Abigail’s hard nipples pressing against her own, and she let out a soft moan as she ran her hands over Abigail’s firm chest. Abigail’s hands were busy too, running up and down Emma’s back before settling on her ass.

Emma broke the kiss, her breathing heavy as she stood up. Abigail’s eyes widened as Emma hooked her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and underwear, pulling them down in one swift motion.

She stepped out of them, tossing them aside before climbing onto Abigail’s lap. 

Emma’s lips found Abigail’s again as she moved to straddle her, their bodies pressed close together. She could feel Abigail’s breath hitch as she reached down, slowly pulling Abigail’s hard cock out of her pants. Emma wrapped her fingers around it, giving it a gentle squeeze before slowly sliding down onto it.

Abigail’s eyes rolled back in her head as Emma took her in, her body moving in time with Abigail’s thrusts. Emma’s hands gripped Abigail’s shoulders as she began to ride her, their bodies moving together in a dance as old as time.

Abigail’s fingers dug into Emma’s hips as she met her thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together as they lost themselves in the moment. Emma’s head fell back, her long hair brushing against Abigail’s knees as she moved faster and faster.

Abigail’s other hand moved up to cup Emma’s breast, her thumb brushing over Emma’s hard nipple. Emma let out a moan, her body trembling with pleasure as Abigail continued to touch her.

Emma’s orgasm built inside her, a coil of pleasure tightening in her belly. She could feel Abigail’s cock swelling inside her, and she knew Abigail was close too. With one final thrust, Emma came hard, her muscles clenching around Abigail’s dick as she rode out her orgasm.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, Emma slowly pulled away from Abigail, lying down on the couch beside her. She opened her legs, her fingers finding her still-sensitive clit as she began to play with herself in front of Abigail.

Abigail watched, her own breathing heavy as she reached down to touch herself. Emma’s fingers moved in slow circles, her hips bucking as she chased after another orgasm.

She could feel Abigail’s eyes on her, watching her every move, and the thought only spurred her on. She slipped two fingers inside herself, her thumb still pressed firmly against her clit. She fucked herself with her fingers, her hips moving in time with her thrusts.

Abigail moved closer, her hand joining Emma’s between Emma’s legs. She rubbed slow circles over Emma’s clit, their fingers intertwining as they brought Emma closer and closer to the edge.

Emma’s breathing hitched as she felt another orgasm building inside her. She could feel Abigail’s cock, still hard and ready, pressed against her leg. 

With one final thrust of her fingers, Emma came hard, her body trembling with pleasure as Abigail continued to touch her.Emma pulled her fingers out of herself, bringing them to her mouth and sucking them clean. Abigail watched, her own breathing heavy as she reached down to touch herself again.

Emma smiled, watching as Abigail brought herself to orgasm. She loved the way Abigail looked when she came, the way her eyes rolled back in her head and her body tensed with pleasure.

As Abigail finished, Emma moved closer, pressing her lips to Abigail’s in a slow, lingering kiss. She could taste herself on Abigail’s lips, and the thought only made her want her more.