The Crestfallen

"You just can't get enough of me, huh?" I said jokingly, but she looked at me with quite serious eyes.

"That's right.." She said, matter-of-factly. "I want to see you again as soon as possible." The words sounded so natural coming from her mouth, and yet so unusual for someone who wasn't even very used to dating, and that until recently had been single for years. I couldn't say no to this girl, even if I wanted to. And I didn't.

I gave her a peck on the lips. "Well then.. I'll see you tonight. Call me when you want me to come pick you up?" I suggested, but Abigail quickly shook her head.

"Can I just come straight over to your place after work?" she asked, smiling. "If it's okay with you?"

"Of course!" I said. "Another dinner date at my house?. Or would you rather eat out this time?"

She smiled sheepishly, almost apologetically. "Let's eat at your place again. In fact, I'll bring groceries and do the cooking this time!" She suggested. "But can we also..?" She paused for a second before continuing. "I mean.. You know.." She was blushing a little. I knew what she wanted. I couldn't hold back a little laugh.

"Yes" I said, firmly, and looked into her eyes. "Of course we can." What a silly question!

--- 13 ---

I found myself thinking of Abigail a lot that day. It was as if she had become a part of my thought patterns, stuck in there somewhere, and wouldn't leave me be - even when I tried to focus on other things. But it was not an unpleasant feeling. In fact, it made me feel happy, even if it was a little distracting. It clarified to me, once and for all, just how close we had gotten to each over the last couple of days. And I knew she felt the same because she kept texting me every chance she got.

"Can't wait to see you tonight! I'll be at your place by seven thirty at the latest, as promised! Kisses!" was one such message she sent me while I was in the middle of an online meeting for work. And then, three or four texts later, she wrote "Hope I'm not being too clingy - but I really am missing you a lot!" It made me smile. Normally, I might have pulled back a little bit if a girl seemed this eager to spend time with me, but Abigail was different. I wanted her to feel this way towards me. It was good that she knew where she stood and how she felt, I thought, and it made me happy that I made her feel this way.

"You don't have to worry about being too clingy with me. Cling to me all you want!" I responded. A minute or two later, another message came through.

"I've never felt this way about someone before, Christian.. I just really, really like you.." Her words were so pure and heartfelt that I felt my heart swelling with joy and happiness. And then, not long after that, she sent a selfie. She was in her nurse scrubs, smiling shyly, with her hazel eyes sparkling in the sunlight coming in through a window in some sort of hospital room. She wasn't wearing much make-up but she looked gorgeous. I felt so lucky that she was mine.

--- 14 ---

When Abigail knocked on my door later that evening, she had the biggest grin on her face. She was carrying two paper bags full of groceries, and had a backpack flung over her shoulder as well. I gave her a short kiss when she was inside, and it was an eager one from both parts - as if I had been missing it, and she had been missing me just as much.

She quickly kicked off her shoes, and I took the groceries bags from her. I wanted to ask her about her day, and about the food, but before I had much time to say anything at all, she gave me a cheeky grin and said:

"Please unpack the groceries - I need a minute!" and then she ran off.

"Where are you going?" I asked, as she headed for my bedroom.

"Just give me a second! Don't come in here!" she yelled from the hallway. I shook my head and laughed quietly, but I did as she asked. I emptied out her two bags on the kitchen counter. I was curious to see what she had bought. It seemed like quite a lot of stuff. There was chicken, and fresh vegetables - some lettuce and red leafy greens, carrots and cucumbers, some sort of breading of Asian origin, and there were also some fruits and other things. I wondered if all of it would go into the same dish, and almost felt bad for not being particularly hungry. Maybe Abigail didn't know yet that I didn't usually eat very large servings due to my medical condition. Maybe she just thought I wasn't fond of hospital food.

When Abigail finally emerged from my room, she had changed into something different - something far more sexy. Her ordinary, everyday clothes were put away, and instead she was wearing only a skimpy little nightie. It was mostly white and transparent - which was obvious when you looked at it from the front. You could see the entire outline of her body underneath it. It showed off the softness of her thighs, and her shapely derriere as well.

"I just wanted to give you easy access to my butt" she said with a cheeky grin. "Is it too much?" she asked me, sweetly. I stared at her with loving eyes for a while, and shook my head.

"Do a little spin for me, beautiful." I demanded. She did, in fact, do exactly that - the nightie swayed around her body as she turned, and I saw that her ass was completely bare underneath it, with no panties to speak of. The sight made me feel my cock getting hard in my pants. Abigail smiled again, then walked over to me, taking my hands and putting them on her hips, and leaning in for a kiss. I met her lips with my own. It was a passionate one, filled with lust and eagerness. Her hands traveled up my body, to my chest, where she unbuttoned my shirt one by one before slipping her hands inside, and caressing me there.

"You taste good..." she whispered in a seductive tone that sent shivers down my spine.

"Are you bumping me up from dessert to main course?" I asked her, smiling. She blushed and gave me an awkward little look, but her smile remained.

"Is that.. a problem?" She sounded a little unsure. As if it was what she wanted, but she wasn't sure it would be alright with me. I put both of my hands on her butt then, and gave it a firm squeeze, causing her to let out a little moan in response.

"No. Not at all. But are you sure you shouldn't get some proper food into you first?" I asked her, knowing she had been working hard all day. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise you that."

"I'd rather eat your cum" she replied with a sultry smirk on her face. And with that, she reached down, and began unbuttoning my pants. I decided not to object. I had been longing for her all day too, after all. She grabbed the waistline of my underwear and tugged it down just far enough for my hard dick to spring free. I heard Abigail gasp at the sight of my semi-hard erection, before she leaned down and kissed it gently, causing it to twitch. I was taking off my shirt now, and she finished removing my bottoms for me, and within seconds, I was completely nude. My adorable girlfriend then gave me a seductive smile, walked over to the kitchen table, and leaned over it whilst hiking her nightie up so that her butt and pussy was completely exposed before my eyes.

"Fuck me, Christian!" she begged me in the most sultry way imaginable - making my already hard dick stiffen to its fullest. I approached her and spread her asscheeks, admiring the view, and then put my hands on her hips as I stepped in closer. Abigail leaned even further over the table, pushing out her ass towards me. I couldn't help but laugh a little bit.

"What's so funny?" she whined, pouting a little.

"You're being very naughty, you know that?" I said with a big grin on my face. "And what about foreplay? No need for that?" She giggled at my words, and blushed at me a little, but shook her head gently.

"Not today. I just want your dick" she replied, then she wiggled her hips around in a very seductive way, teasing me. It was so cute. "I've been waiting for this all day.." she admitted.

"Then take it!" I ordered her, playfully, and began pushing my cockhead against her butt's pink little rosebud. But then I hesitated. "Want me to go get the lube, Abigail?" I asked her, feeling as if it might be a good idea. She looked back at me again, and shook her head, then reached back with her fingers and scooped up the wetness from her vagina.

"I produce lube myself, you know! It's good enough. I.. Uhm.. I like a bit of friction.." she mumbled, a bit flustered, and then wiggled her ass towards me again.

"Alright" I said, grinning. It felt so strange to fuck a woman up her ass without any kind of serious lubricant, but it was what she wanted - or so it seemed. Her pussy was certainly wet enough to provide a fair amount of slipperiness. So I took hold of her hips again, and started to push into her butt - slowly, as if she were the most precious thing in the world, because to me, she was.

Abigail's insides felt absolutely incredible around my dick. They were hot and slick, and she was so very eager for me. She moaned sweetly and lustfully with each thrust, just like the previous times we fucked. I could feel every spasm of her asshole as it clenched around me - it almost seemed as though it didn't want to let go, or was trying to milk my juices out of me.

"You're amazing!" I exclaimed. Abigail gasped a little bit, and then I could hear her giggle through her own moans. I looked down to see her pussy getting wetter and wetter, drenching the insides of her thighs, spreading onto my balls as I pushed forward. I gathered some of it with my hand and rubbed it onto my cock, and around her anus, without pulling out of her - then I continued thrusting.

Abigail sighed loudly, in a euphoric kind of way. She made it very clear that she was enjoying what I was doing to her. She kept pushing back against me, meeting my hips halfway so that I could slide in and out of her even faster. Her ass was clenching tighter than ever now - as if it wanted to feel me even deeper. It wasn't just about pleasure anymore. She wanted to feel as connected to me as humanly possible. Without thinking, I reached underneath her to stroke her pussy with my fingers, but she grabbed my hand and very gently moved it away.

"Don't worry about my pussy" she said softly. "Just focus on my butt, and your pleasure. I like it.. when you're enjoying yourself more" she added, smiling at me. So I did.

It wasn't too long until we were both on the verge of climaxing. Abigail's moans got louder and more frequent as her little body became increasingly tense, and the grip her butt had on my cock became stronger - almost desperate, as if it wanted to force the orgasm out of me. I felt it rising from deep within myself, and the only thing I could focus on was the beautiful little woman in front of me, and how absolutely wonderful and amazingly sexy she looked when I fucked her in the butt.

She looked to be on cloud nine, occasionally looking back at me to give me glances of her beautiful hazel eyes, her mouth agape and her expression one of pure bliss. Then finally, with a loud moan of satisfaction, she came. The feeling of her asshole contracting against my cock pushed me over the edge too. And it felt so good. My cum pumped out into her bowels like an erupting volcano, causing Abigail to moan louder. I gripped onto her hips firmly as I pushed deeper into her ass - as deep as I could go - and filled her with my semen.

It took a little while for us to return to reality again, as we attempted to catch our breaths. I was leaning forward over the table, holding myself up on unstable arms. Finally, she pushed herself away from me gently - my dick popped out of her asshole - and then she turned around to face me. She grinned a wide smile as I stroked her face with my hand, and I kissed her forehead lovingly. But Abigail dropped to her knees and began to lick my cock, tasting my spunk upon it as if it were some delicious dessert. She was such an adorable girl, and she had such a submissive personality, which just made the sight all the more appealing to me.

"Did you like it?" she asked, looking up at me. She had the cutest little look in her eyes as if she wanted to be reassured. Wanted to know that I enjoyed this as much as she did.

"I loved it" I replied, honestly. "I love your cute butt."

Her grin returned at once, and then she licked her lips slowly. She moved her tongue to my dickhead, and cleaned away the remaining cum. I was so sensitive after my orgasm that I nearly pulled away from her, because the feeling was so intense, but I saw how much she loved the taste of my semen and endured the overwhelming pleasure. The sight of her enjoyment was really something.

She swallowed the cum, then stood up again, leaning back over the table, and pushed the semen from within her butt out into her hand. She then used two of her fingers to scoop out what remained of my semen and bring it towards her mouth - where she collected it on her tongue, tasting every last drop with great pleasure. It was such a lewd and beautiful thing to see that I just couldn't look away from her. It felt like the sight of her eating my cum was seared into my memory forever, as if I were watching an unforgettable historic event - only far sexier.

"I can't get enough of your cock!" she purred, happily. "My butt really is addicted to it, I think" she said with a smile. I stepped forward, and hugged held her my arms - And I had no intention of letting her go. Not for anything in the world.

"You certainly have a talent for butt stuff.." I whispered, and chuckled a little bit. She looked up at me then, suddenly seeming very shy.

"Uhm.." she began. "You're actually.. The first to.. do it. I mean.. In my butt."

"Really?" I replied, more than a little surprised by this information.

She nodded, still looking a bit flustered, but smiled a little nonetheless. "Yeah, I mean.. I've played with it by myself a lot. But it feels much better when I'm doing it with you.." She nuzzled her face against my chest.

"Well, that makes me even more honored then!" I said with a smirk on my face, and I was happy to know that it was something special between us, even if only in her eyes and mine.

I leaned down to kiss her forehead again, and then we just stood there together for a while, embracing each other lovingly, without saying another word.

--- 15 ---

My relationship with Abigail continued to blossom. The closer the two of us got, the less we wanted to be apart. I came to learn more and more about her - what made her tick, what made her feel good, and how she felt about things. I already knew she was a very caring person, but even I had not fully realized just how much 'I want to save the world' she had stored up within her. Abigail had a strong sense of purpose, and was able to care for other people with the same determination that she cared for herself. Perhaps even more so. Which, of course, meant it was my job to make sure to take care of her!

And that I did. After only a few weeks of dating, and more anal sex than I could even imagine possible, I was already certain that I had fallen in love with her. A part of me felt that it was too fast and too soon, but I couldn't deny the reality of my feelings any longer. Besides, I was fairly confident she felt the same way about me in return, even though neither one of us had spoken the words out loud yet.

We spent as much time together as we could, usually with her staying over at my place after work for most of the week. We would fuck a lot - exclusively anal, since Abigail's preferences were clear, and the girl was insatiable. I'd put it in her ass, she'd eat my cum out of her butt with the biggest smile on her face, and despite how perverted that sounds, there was something extremely intimate and loving about it all. It didn't feel like we were two young people just casually exploring each others bodies, and having fun along the way - it felt like we were far beyond that, making love in our own way, and had found the perfect fit for one another.

But then, one night, when we were cuddled up together on the couch in my lounge watching a movie together, I felt the all too familiar feeling of my body starting to shut down. I had been feeling weak all evening, and so we had kept our clothes on for once, but it was gradaully getting worse. My autoimmune disorder - the rare form of autonomic ganglionopathy that I suffered from - was getting the best of me again.

"Abigail, I think I'm going to pass out.." I said, weakly. She looked at me with a worried expression on her face, and asked me to lay down on the couch, then quickly got up to find my medication. I had already taken my recommended dosage for the day, but I assume she figured that some extra might help in this case. I felt her lifting me up gently as she put a cushion underneath my head, and she placed the pill bottles near me, in case I needed them. The whole world was spinning before my eyes, my thoughts felt sluggish, and my heart was beating very slowly.

"Do you want some water? Do we need to go to the hospital?" she asked, her voice hiding a hint of distress, but I shook my head. My head hurt too much. And then suddenly, there were lips on mine. They tasted sweet, and gentle, and it helped keep me focused and present - so I returned it. It was the kiss of my loving girlfriend, who was worried for me, that I loved. I felt like I had to tell her.

"I love you.." I said, but it came out almost as a whisper, as if it wasn't my own voice speaking, but some other part of me that had just spoken for me. She looked at me, surprised by what I had said, and then her lips turned into a shy little smile.

"I love you too, Christian." she replied. "So much.." She sounded very emotional as she stroked my face with her hand. "Rest now." And then she leaned in again for another kiss. I cannot remember if I returned it or not, because everything faded to black.

--- 16 ---

There were noises. Tears? Someone was crying. Was it me? Was it Abigail? I was not sure. It felt like the sound was coming from everywhere at once - both from the outside, and from within myself. I didn't know where I was. Couldn't open my eyes. But.. I felt a wet sensation on my cheek. And there was something soft. Someone holding my hand?

I tried to get myself to wake up, but it seemed impossible. I felt as if I was under water, or as if I was stuck in some thick web that had entangled me, and anchored me to the bottom of some dark pit. And then, the world moved around me. Or did it? I didn't know anymore. Everything felt so distant now - even my own thoughts.

The only thing I could see clearly, within the darkness of my own mind, was Abigail. The visage of her perfectly imperfect smile. Her hazel-colored eyes, with their undeniable glimmer. Her soft lips, ever ready for a kiss. The cuteness in her button nose. Her auburn hair with the bangs. The shape of her body, the feeling of of her skin on mine, the warmth of her touch, the glow of her aura, and the look on her face whenever she laid her eyes on me. My beautiful Abigail.

But then, she faded away. And there was nothing but light. And silence. I felt the urge to call out her name, but my voice was gone, and I had forgotten how to breathe. I felt scared. Scared that I might not see her again. And then, suddenly, everything began to spin around me. Everything spun at such a rapid pace that I felt as if my consciousness were moving through it, like a spinning ball rolling down an incline, through an endless tunnel of white light and radiating warmth. It seemed to last forever, until I felt my mind touching the very edges of my existence, and then - very suddenly - everything came into focus again, like a camera lens snapping into focus in my mind's eye. Everything was touched by the light.

I opened my eyes, and saw an angel. She was holding my hand. I felt at peace.

--- THE END ---