***I apologize in advance for the build up on this story. I like the tension in stories so I tend to write those. Please let me know if I should continue this. I wrote it some time ago and it really is about my life years ago. ***
She wasn't the kind of woman who made men stop and stare, but as she made her way into the Central Bank and Trust, one was openly gawking. Her hair was a nondescript brown to most but that one. Her eyes, brown also, wouldn't have written any sonnets anytime soon, but in just the right light it sparkled. Her body wasn't the average pinups, but she was just like every other woman in the world. She carried more weight than was socially accepted in modern times, but ages ago she would have been considered a prize.
To the one staring, she was a ghost he thought he'd put to rest. Nothing could keep his gaze from her as she pulled open the double doors and walked across the tiled floor. Just like he remembered she gazed at the ground as she walked, still afraid to face life head on. The shock of her was surprising. He'd thought he had put her behind him, closing the door to a side of him that had at times scared the hell out of him as much as it aroused him.
He stared openly as she waited for the clerk in front of her finished with another customer. This gave him time to look for any changes that might have come over her. There weren't many. From the chair in his glassed-in office he could only see perfection. Yes, she was overweight, but that didn't matter to him. He loved a woman who could support him as he sank deep into her. At 6'5 and 275lbs he was no lightweight himself so he didn't share most men's fascination with skinny bitches. In his opinion, God had done the right thing giving women curves. Nothing sucked more than pulling a woman against you and feeling bone.
His gaze started at the top of her head and went downward. Her hair was longer, almost to the middle of her back now. He could still feel how soft and silky that hair had felt sliding through his fingers. It was a lovely caramel brown and he could see that she'd been outside in the sun by the streaks of blond that were in. She'd told him once that she'd actually been blond until her early teens. Not long after she turning 13 her hair had changed, along with the rest of her body.
With her back to him, he couldn't see the one asset she had that had drawn him to her like a moth to a flame. Her breasts were amazing. Even years later, he knew for a fact that could still be said. They were bigger than a handful for most men but his hands, large and worn, had cupped them as if God had made her especially for him. 40DDs and they were one thing she had actually liked about her. He could still hear the grin in her voice as she told him that men didn't think she had too many endearing assets other than those puppies. He'd disagreed with her then and still did.
She was dressed like most women who were her age: jeans and a short T-shirt that ended just above her other best asset. Her ass was a thing of beauty in his own slightly bias opinion. She liked to complain that it wasn't big, just broad but he loved it. Her hips flared out so loving, giving her the ultimate hourglass figure. And yes, there was more to it, but that just meant she wouldn't break when he bent her over his desk.
She'd finally made it up to the counter and he could almost hear her sweet southern voice again. Just like that it was 2003 and he was sitting at work, looking for possible dates online. Their relationship had been like so many others out there. He had found her profile on an internet dating site and it had been lust at first sight. Her picture had drawn him first to her. She was gorgeous and he couldn't wait to tell her just that. Within seconds of seeing her photo, he was already imagining her naked, underneath him.
He had been almost scared to Instant Message her, afraid she would be nothing like her profile proclaimed. And he was afraid his age might bother her also. She was 21 according to her profile but he was almost 30. Some chicks had a problem with an age difference like that.
So needless to say, he had held his breath after he instant message Abigail Renee Thomas. He sent his oh so clever message of Hi, what's up and then just stared at the screen, begging it silently to reload. It had seemed to take forever before he'd gotten her hesitant reply that she wasn't doing anything and did she know him. And with those few sentences the love affair that was theirs had started.
At first all they'd done was chat back and forth online. He knew he wasn't the only person she chatted with but it hadn't bothered him. Usually she was the one who instigated their conversations anyway. He was happy just to sit back and take any spare word she had to say to him. He'd let her know he had gotten her name from her personal and she'd been intrigued with him. Seems she hadn't gotten too much of a response from it.
One night as they talked, she had worked up the courage to ask him what he had liked about her profile. At first he'd said she had seemed nice and that the details she had included about herself had drawn him to her. But before long she was asking him for his truthful answer and he had to tell her it was her beautiful body. After he sent that message she hadn't sent anything back. They'd sat there for almost 10 minutes until he had asked her what the matter was. He'd gotten a terse reply of, "There was no reason to lie and I don't like liars."
Now being the guy he was, he's actually had to scroll back up to see what it was that offended her so. He couldn't for the life of him figure out what he had said that had bothered her so much and he told her just that.
Abby had said that she knew she wasn't beautiful and she didn't appreciate being used as soon kind of cruel joke. Cameron sat there and stared at the screen for a few minutes. Wasn't beautiful? Did this chick not have a mirror or something? She was smoking hot and he couldn't believe that she didn't see that.
This had bothered him so he continued to bug her by IM'ing her even though she begged him to stop. He had sung her praises, commented her on her hair as well as her beautiful eyes. Then unable to help himself, he'd told her just how much he found her lips desirable. Plump and juicy, they made a man think of long morning blowjobs before work. In fact, his favorite fantasy of her was of her on her knees, gazing up at him with those gorgeous eyes as her lips parted on his cock.
He had told her that her lips had just been one of her features he loved, but what had really drawn him were her large breasts filling out the white tank top she'd had on in her profile picture. The amount of creamy white skin had left almost breathless and he just imagine leaving love marks on her silky looking skin. None of this he actually told her, just that he, of course, thought that she was gorgeous and he would never lie about that.
For some reason she had believed him and had continued to speak to him. Before long she was asking him to view her webcam and the first time he got a chance to see her in real time was one that still had the power to leave him speechless and drooling.
He had been enjoying a regular night at the paper mill where he worked as a floor manager when she'd popped onto his screen. Just her screen name coming online was enough to make his heart beat faster. It was less than a second before Abby_angel was saying howdy to him.
That night she had seemed happier and looser with him and maybe that was the reason she let him see her. Whatever the reason, he couldn't deny her request and for the first time since he'd seen her picture on her profile, he was looking at her.
Her hair had been pulled into a complicated top knot that only women knew how to do. That night she'd been wearing her glasses, an occasion that didn't happen too often, he soon found out. He liked to tease her that she was too vain to wear her glasses in front of people. Sure, they'd been kind of thick but that hadn't changed her sex appeal in one bit. They had in fact turned him on, putting images of him pulling them from her face before leaning into kiss her.
He had watched for hours that first night, each second seeming better than the one before. He'd learned that when she was flirting, her cheeks turned such a becoming red that he had to wonder if it didn't cover other places as well. However he had discovered his favorite thing about her was her smile. When she smiled she went from ordinary to stunning. The sad thing in his eyes though seemed to be the fact she seemed to have no idea just how beautiful she really was. He would make a comment concerning some random part of her body and her usual response was yeah right. She had no self-esteem at all and that worried his incessantly. He wasn't sure if he should continue pursing her for fear she would not know the power her body had on him.
To discover just how innocent she really was, he spent hours asking leading questions concerning her sexuality. He quickly learned that she might have appeared all sweetness and light, but underneath that Hello Kitty nightshirt lived the heart and soul of a Grade A slut. She told him stories of sexual threesomes and about seducing one of her dad's best friends when she was only 16. She was into bondage, loved to be spanked and had a thing for the rough shit. Hearing this, he knew she was just the one for him.
Within a week of talking online, he suggested talking on the phone. She quickly agreed. She still lived with her parents so they had to be careful but she could talk for a little while. Knowing that they had to sneak around made it seem all that more taboo. He knew he needed to leave this little girl alone but he couldn't.
That night, as he left work to head home to talk to her, once again his stomach was full of butterflies. He was frightened that she'd hate his voice. He had a thick southern accent, even deeper than hers and it made him slightly self-conscious at times. Plus he was afraid that he would say something stupid and she would know that he was a giant loser.
All the way home, during the 10 minute drive to his apartment, he tried to talk himself out of calling but as soon as he got in the door, he grabbed up the phone to call her. A thousand thoughts went through his head, and none were tangent enough to grab a hold to. He was so screwed if this chick didn't like him. He was half obsessed with her now and he was afraid that if she didn't like him, he might cry or even beg her to give him another chance.
Almost on autopilot he undressed by his bed before slipping between the sheet wearing nothing but his tighty-whiteys. One of the best things about working second shift was that he got a chance to see a different part of the day than most people. Worse part was that he didn't have too many people to talk to 'cause they were already headed to bed.
One of the greatest things about Abby was that as a college student she didn't have to be to bed with the chickens so he could call as late as he wanted.
Once he was comfortable in his bed, he dialed the number that he'd already memorized. It rang only twice before a soft, husky voice said hello.