Chapter 94

The soft glow of morning light crept through the penthouse windows, casting golden rays across the bedroom floor. Abigail stirred first, stretching with a groggy groan and rubbing her eyes before rolling over to find Emma still curled up under the covers, one hand resting on the pillow where Abigail had been.

Abigail leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to Emma’s cheek. “Babe,” she whispered. “We said we’d get an early start.”

Emma let out a dramatic sigh without opening her eyes. “Define early.”

“Before the sun sets again.”

Emma peeked one eye open. “That’s dramatic. But fair.”

Abigail smirked. “Come on, we got shopping to do. Groceries. School stuff. Columbia prep. And I know you said you wanted a car.”

Emma’s lips twitched up into a lazy smile. “Okay, okay. I’m up.”

They both rolled out of bed in mismatched pajamas—Abigail in a faded tee and shorts, Emma in one of Abigail’s oversized hoodies and nothing underneath. As Emma stretched her arms overhead, Abigail came up behind her and wrapped her arms around her waist, planting kisses along her neck.

“Mmm,” Emma hummed, leaning into her. “You know we’ll never leave the house if you keep doing that.”

“I’m willing to risk it,” Abigail murmured against her skin, sliding her hands under the hoodie to rest on Emma’s bare hips.

Emma turned in her arms and cupped Abigail’s face, giving her a slow, soft kiss that lingered longer than either of them meant it to. One kiss became two… and then three… until Abigail backed Emma gently against the closet door.

“Ten more minutes,” Emma whispered against her lips, laughing softly.

“Five,” Abigail teased. “And then I’m cutting you off.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” Emma said before kissing her again, this time with a little more heat.

Eventually, they pulled themselves apart, flushed and grinning, and got dressed in comfortable clothes for the outing—Emma a sundress, Abigail in jeans and a fitted Columbia tee that Emma couldn’t stop eyeing.

By the time they made it out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, Ashley was pouring coffee while Megan scrolled on her phone, already dressed.

“About time,” Ashley teased, not looking up. “We heard suspicious delays in movement.”

“Whatever do you mean?” Emma asked innocently, grabbing a granola bar and handing one to Abigail.

“Mmhm,” Megan said with a raised brow. “Y’all were either wrestling or making out for the last twenty minutes.”

“Both,” Abigail answered shamelessly.

Megan snorted and grabbed her bag. “Let’s roll. I’m showing Abigail all the hidden gems around campus after we shop.”

Emma smiled as she looped her arm through Abigail’s. “Let’s conquer the day.”

“And then make out again later,” Abigail whispered just for her, brushing a kiss to Emma’s temple.

Emma blushed but didn’t argue.

The elevator ride down to the garage was full of low-key flirting and soft laughter. Abigail and Emma stood close, their pinkies intertwined, sharing secret smiles while Megan and Ashley chatted about what kind of notebooks and pens they liked most.

Once the doors slid open, the cool underground air greeted them along with the hum of cars waiting in their reserved spots.

Megan headed toward her sleek black sedan with Ashley in tow. “We’ll see you at the office supply store?” she called over her shoulder.

Emma gave a little wave. “Yep, we’re taking our car. Gotta stop for gas and caffeine.”

Ashley raised an eyebrow. “If y’all end up making out in the coffee shop parking lot, just send the location so we know where to find you.”

Abigail grinned as she opened the passenger door for Emma. “No promises.”

Emma slid in and blew them a kiss. “See you there!”

Once the doors shut and the engine purred to life, Emma turned to Abigail, her hand resting gently on her thigh. “Okay, baby,” she said, voice sweet and teasing. “Let’s get you some supplies so you can be a hot little college freshman with her life together.”

Abigail laughed as she buckled her seatbelt. “And let’s get you that iced oat milk latte so you stop pretending you’re not a coffee snob.”

“Rude,” Emma said with a smirk. “But accurate.”

They pulled out of the garage, sunlight kissing the windshield as they joined the quiet morning traffic. The city was slowly waking up around them, but in the car, it was just soft music, playful banter, and stolen glances at red lights.

Emma reached over and laced her fingers with Abigail’s. “Thanks for letting me come with you for all this.”

Abigail brought her hand to her lips and kissed it. “Always. I don’t want to do any of this without you.”

Emma’s smile deepened, and she leaned back in her seat, warm and full already—and they hadn’t even bought a single pen yet.

As they merged onto a quieter street, Abigail casually rested her hand on Emma’s thigh. Emma didn’t flinch, just smiled to herself—until Abigail’s fingers started slowly creeping higher.

Emma raised an eyebrow and caught her hand mid-journey, placing it gently back where it was. “Hey,” she said, pretending to scold. “Eyes on the road, ma’am. Hands below the PG-13 zone.”

Abigail chuckled, giving her thigh a teasing squeeze anyway. “Worth a shot.”

Emma rolled her eyes, but her grin was full of mischief. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I know.”

She leaned over and pecked Emma’s cheek at the next stoplight.

Emma’s breath caught in her throat as Abigail’s fingers slipped under her dress, boldly seeking out her bare skin. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, the risk too tempting, the thrill of it all too delicious. And now those skillful hands were coaxing a moan from her lips, the sound echoing through the car, muffled by the rumble of the engine.

“Abigail,” Emma breathed, her voice husky with desire. She spread her legs wider, inviting Abigail to explore further. There was no hiding now, no pretenses, just the raw essence of their need for each other. The car slowed at a red light, and Abigail took advantage, gliding a finger up and down Emma’s slick slit.

Emma moaned loudly, back arching as she leaned her seat all the way back, nearly laying down. She propped one leg on the door, displaying herself to Abigail as she drove. The light turned green, and Abigail accelerated, but her hand never left Emma’s pussy, fingers pumping in time with the rhythm of the windshield wipers.

Emma’s hand flew to her mouth, muffle her moans as she started to whimper and squirm in her seat. Her juices coated Abigail’s fingers, making them glide easier. Abigail curled her digits, hitting that sweet spot inside Emma, making her cry out.

“You like that, baby?” Abigail asked, voice husky as she continued to finger-fuck Emma while driving down the street.

“Mmmph…yes…” Emma managed to gasp between moans. “More…”

Abigail obliged, adding a second finger, scissoring them to stretch Emma open. Emma’s hips Rocked in time with Abigail’s strokes, her inner walls clenching around the digits.

As they approached the coffee shop, Abigail slowed the car to park in the lot. She kept her fingers moving, coaxing Emma closer to the edge.

“I’m gonna…oh god…” Emma’s words trailed off into a high-pitched whine as her orgasm washed over her. Her body shook, and she clawed at Abigail’s knee, holding on for dear life as she came undone in the passenger seat.

Abigail felt Emma’s pussy spasm around her fingers, and it triggered her own arousal. She withdrew her hand just as they reached the shop, leaving Emma panting and dazed.

Abigail turned off the engine and looked over at Emma, a smug grin on her face. “You need a minute?”

Emma laughed shakily, running a hand through her tousled hair. “No, I think I’ll survive. But you’re going to owe me for that.” She swung open the car door and stepped out, taking a deep breath of the crisp morning air.

Abigail chuckled, following Emma into the shop. They sat at a small table near the window, hands intertwined as they sipped their drinks and tried to act like nothing out of the ordinary had just happened.

As they left the coffee shop, Abigail glanced at the gas pump across the street. “I think we’ll take care of the car needs now that our caffeine fix is sorted.”

Emma raised an eyebrow but nodded in agreement. “Sounds like a plan.”

Abigail parked at the gas station and turned off the engine. She leaned over and captured Emma’s lips in a searing kiss, pouring all the lewd thoughts and actions from the car ride into it.

When they parted for air, Emma looked at Abigail with a dazed expression. “You know, for a responsible adult, you sure know how to turn a gas pump into the hottest make-out spot ever.”

Abigail grinned, tracing Emma’s lower lip with her thumb. “Hey, I’m full of surprises. And I aim to keep surprising you in all the best ways.”

Emma took a deep breath and sat up straight, her hands settling primly in her lap once more. “Anyway,” she said, trying to sound nonchalant, “we should probably focus on the errands at hand before we get too distracted.”

Abigail nodded, reaching over to give Emma’s hand a reassuring squeeze. “Alright, babe. But don’t think this is over. We’ve got a long day ahead of us, and I intend to make the most of every moment with you.”

Emma’s smile turned mischievous. “Oh, I’ve no doubt you will.” And with that, she settled back into her seat, ready to tackle the world alongside the love of her life – one touch, one kiss, one forbidden encounter at a time.