The Adventures of Abigail Pt. 03

The apartment was right downtown. We discovered that we would not need a ride to our afternoon meetings and rehearsals as the opera house was only two blocks on the pedestrian mall. This apartment was on the 3rd floor. Carlos and Pedro brought us up and left our luggage in the entryway. It was a pretty small place. I joked that this must be where they put up the compramarios. I had to explain that to Emmy: compramarios are singers who do supporting roles, not the leads. She still didn't get it. I don't think she had much experience with opera.

There was a little living room, a tiny kitchen, a small bathroom and one bedroom with a double bed. Emmy stood at the bedroom door looking at the bed. "There is only one bed." She said at last.

"Ah, ok... well... I can sleep on the couch. I really don't mind." I replied.

"Well, it is a queen size bed."

"If you are not comfortable with us sleeping together, it is not a problem for me Emmy."

She walked over to the couch. "This is horrid. You can't sleep on this."

"I can sleep anywhere, really it is not a problem."

"Can we call and ask for a 2nd apartment?"

"Emmy, it is after 11:00 at night. It is too late. It is not a problem for me really."

She turned to me, "I don't want you to sleep on the couch. I don't mind sharing a bed with you."

"Are you sure? You seem uncomfortable."

"No..... no... I'm fine." She turned away and walked into the bedroom. "I'm going to take a shower."

"OK." I sat on the bed. There was an awkward pause... "Do you want me to leave?"

"No, no... sorry... we are both girls.... No, sorry. I am being weird. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry hon."

With that she closed the door to the bathroom and a few moments later I heard the toilet flush and the shower go on. She took a long shower. During it I sat on the bed thinking about her. She was a curious woman. One would think she was uptight, but I had seen her trying to smell the blanket that I had wiped my girl juice on. I had seen her taste it. He reticence to share her bed with me might have more to do with being afraid of losing herself to her desires. And I was getting the impression that she was desiring me. She had constantly been looking at me, especially after the little incident with the dream and the blanket. She had been the one to grab my hands in fear in the car. She had "accidently" touched me a little more often than might be normal. "She is in there taking a cold shower, trying to wash away her lust, which is what she probably always does." I thought.

For my part, I found her attractive. I liked her a lot. She was quirky. She had a strange sense of humor, she put on this external act of being the professional, in control, uptight woman, but she has some kind of simmering heat underneath.

As I waited I undressed and put on a robe. Emmy's shower ended and I waited. In a little while she opened the door and emerged wearing cotton pajamas and a robe, her long hair a wet tangled mess. She was drying and brushing her hair. "Your turn" she chirped.

"Thanks." I took off my robe and walked naked into the bathroom and closed the door. I could feel her eyes.

The shower felt good. My body was tired and I was hot and sweaty from the journey. I turned off the shower and began to dry myself. There was a window in the bathroom and there on the ledge was the largest bug I had ever seen. I screamed and bounded from the bathroom. Emmy came running. "There's a bug. Did you see it?" I was holding the towel in terror.

Emmy investigated and then laughed. "It is just a cricket. He won't hurt you." She turned towards me.

I lowered the towel and stood there naked. We stood in silence for a moment. "I.... I think it is ok for you to be in the bathroom."

"Thanks."

I was standing in the entrance and she didn't know what to do for a moment then she walked towards me.

"Does this bother you?"

"Wh... what? She asked.

"My standing here naked. After all we're both girls."

She looked at me for a moment. "Ah, no, not at all."

"So you don't want me to cover up and close the door?"

"I.... I don't care..." She was trembling...

"Can I tell you what I think?"

I saw a little fear cross her face.

I continued, "I think you like looking at me like this. You like looking at my body. Isn't that right Emmy? You have been looking at me all day and now you can't take your eyes off me.."

She turned white and looked for a moment like she was going to cry. "I..... I'm sorry. I didn't mean...."

Gently I continued, "I don't mind. I am flattered. I am happy that you want to look at me and you can look at me all you want. You don't have to be embarrassed.

She hung her head, I walked to her and lifted her chin. "Emmy, I saw what you did with the blanket today on the plane. You knew what I was doing and you saw me wipe my hand on the blanket. When I left the blanket behind I saw you pick it up and find the damp spot smell and taste it."

She started to cry, "I'm sorry."

"Emmy, don't be sorry. I am sooo flattered. It is nothing to be ashamed of." I lifted her chin again and, as she is taller than I, reached up with my mouth and gently kissed her on the lips. She kissed me back.

The kiss ended. She looked scared. Her eyes were brimming with tears. I reached out with my hand and gently caressed her arm. "Look, if I pushed something I shouldn't have, I am sorry. I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I don't want to push you into something you aren't ready for. I have been looking at you all day too. I like you. You are sweet and beautiful. If you want to share this we can, if not, I will put my robe on and sleep on the couch and never bring it up again."

Silence. She looked into my eyes, then she bent down slightly and kissed me again. And again. And again. Passionate kisses. She tasted wonderful. The touch of her lips was sweet and tender and moist. She was a great kisser. As we kissed I ran my hands over her body – around her back and then to her small breasts.

I slowly unbutton her top..... she did not resist. When I finished I slowly pulled her top open. She blushed. I gently caressed her breasts. They stood like little hills on her chest, topped with very small nipples. They were beautifully shaped. I stopped kissing her for a moment and gazed at her breasts as I played with her nipples.

"They are really small. I look like a boy." She said blushing.

"Nonsense, they are beautiful." I bent over to her and kissed her nipples and ran my tongue over them - First one, then the other. She moaned, sweetly, so I did it again. I kissed her again. "You can touch me. Go ahead."

Hesitatingly she reached up and gently ran her hands over my breasts then down my stomach to my hairy triangle. She looked like she was in ecstasy touching me.

I took my hands away from her breasts and moved both hands down her hips. I got on my knees and slipped my fingers under the elastic of her bottoms and panties and slowly pulled them down over her hips. She lifted her feet so I could slip them off. I took my right hand and ran it gently up her leg, thigh to her beautiful hairy triangle. She was covered with a lot of beautiful light brown hair. I moved my hand between her legs and rubbed her labia. They parted and I gently played with her clit. She moaned. She was very wet. I covered my fingers in her wetness. Then I slowly stood. I kissed her and ran the wet finger over her lips. She opened her mouth and tasted herself letting her tongue dart out. I pushed my fingers into her mouth and let her suck her own juice from my fingers. "I know you love the taste of pussy, Emmy."

She was in a trance. "Yes...."

"You do this all the time don't you? You are always masturbating and licking your fingers. You love the taste of your own pussy."

"oooooo yes, I do...."

"Let me see. Masturbate for me Emmy."

She pushed her hands down between her legs and began to finger herself as I watched. I was pinching her nipples and kissing her as she did it. She was moaning and I began to think she would not be able to continue to stand. "Lay down" I whispered. I led her to the bed. She lay back and spread her legs wide and then pushed her hand back between her legs. She was looking at me and I was gazing at her. As I watched she took her hand from her pussy and brought it to her mouth and licked the juice again from her hand. Then back into her pussy. She moaned.

"Join me, please....."

I lay besides her. I opened my legs wide so that our legs were intertwined, but both of us were spread open. I pushed my hand between my legs and pushing 3 fingers deep inside. I moaned. I turned my head and we kissed, passionately. Together we fingered and rubbed ourselves.

Emmy started going faster and her breathing got ragged. I pulled myself up and got between her legs, mesmerized by the sight of her practiced hand pleasuring herself. I gently removed her hand and dove in with my mouth. I enveloped her clit with my mouth and began to lick hard and fast – pushing 2 fingers inside of her – deep. She was moving around – pushing her pussy into my face. I did not let up and continue to lick and suck her clit until she exploded. She screamed, and screamed and then started sobbing.

Keeping my hand on her pussy gently caressing her I moved up and took her in my arms and held her. She put her head in my shoulder and sobbed and sobbed. I held her gently caressing her head and kissing her neck and forehead and ear.

After a while she settled down, and was quiet.

"Are you ok."

"Yes, sorry..."

"Emmy, stop apologizing. You have nothing to be sorry for."

She smiled.

"You have been with women before. I can tell."

"Sort of." She said.

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"I have had a strange life. My parents are conservative and strict. But I was precocious and so they sent me to boarding schools where I could study viola. When I was in my teens I changed schools and ended up living in a small dorm. I was a tall gangly and quiet and plain girl. I never dated, or really had many friends. There was a girl in the dorm who was a jock. Her name was Beth. She was into sports and was very physical. She was older than me and she was aggressive. She scared me. And she picked on me for the first few months I was there. She would push me around and call me names. I shrank from her.

But when we got back from Christmas break things changed. I am not sure why? Suddenly Beth was nice to me. She was kind. She would touch me gently and she stood up for me. It was strange. I couldn't figure it out. But I wasn't going to complain. It was nice not to be picked on.

One night after lights out Beth came into my dorm room. She sat on the edge of my bottom bunk bed and started having a conversation with my roommate, who was in the upper bunk. As she did that she slipped her hand under my covers. I was sooo scared, but I dared not resist. She motioned me to be quiet as she moved her hand all over my body – under my nightgown over my pussy and my chest,. She lingered at my pussy and played with it. I instinctively opened my legs and I think she took that as an invitation.

This then went on for a several nights. I felt guilty. I was scared, but it felt soooooo good. I would get into bed and take off my nightgown and lay naked waiting for her. Sometimes she would peel back the covers to look at me. I was embarrassed, but it was exciting. She would always finger me. And she would always take her fingers and rub my juice over my lips and have me lick her fingers.

One night she whispered to me to come follow her to the bathroom after waiting 15 minutes. I slipped my nightgown back on and though I was really scared I went to the bathroom. She was waiting for me. She locked the door and told me to take off my nightgown. I did it. She opened her top and I saw her beautiful large breasts for the first time. She told me to suck them. I did. They tasted salty. She asked if I had ever had an orgasm. I had no idea what she was talking about. So she had me lay down and she licked me. "Don't make a sound." She ordered. I didn't realize how hard that would be. Then we kissed and she told me she would let me lick her sometime, but what she liked best was to watch her masturbate. So I did, whenever she wanted; kissing her and touching her as I did it.

After that we would often masturbate together. She taught me how. She liked to lick me, but would hardly ever let me lick her back. That is why I don't really know how to do that.

She was really intense about being caught too. We were caught once and she made up a story about my having problem with my period. I gently touched her one time on school grounds and she clobbered me. Told me never to do that again. But yet – late at night – or on weekend days when we were alone in the dorm – we would masturbate together. She would take off my clothes and feel me all over. She would feed me my wetness. I grew to love it.

But then she graduated. She got married. And that has been it. Ever since I have not had anyone. No dates – men or women. Just my memories and my fingers." There was a pause. All the time I had been stroking her head gently. "Until now." She looked at me and smiled. She kissed me.

She nestled in close and it wasn't long before we both feel asleep in each other's arms.