Ned And Abby And Samantha Ch 02

I was putting groceries in my car at Walmart when I heard someone call my name.

"Abby!"

I looked around, but the glare from the sun was blinding.

"Abby!"

The voice was closer now. I put my hand up to block the sun and saw a tall guy walking towards me, smiling. He was around six feet tall with shoulder-length blonde hair and a nice body. He looked good in his jeans and had a manly face, tight beard, and mirror glasses. He was pretty hunky looking but I had no idea who he was. He barrelled towards me and gave me a bear hug that lifted me off my feet. I was apprehensive until he pulled back and lifted his glasses off. Holy shit! It was Ned. But not the Ned I remembered."

"Ned?"

He smiled. "Who'd you think it was?"

I hadn't seen him since the disastrous visit months ago, and he looked quite different. I smiled. "I didn't know who it was. You don't look the same. You were shorter, with short hair, a clean face, and no shades."

He grinned. "Ya! Who would have thought I'd have a growth spurt at my age? I'm two inches taller. Samantha suggested letting my hair grow longer and growing a beard. She likes it. She thought the glasses would look good."

I had to agree. Ned looked hot. Not that he didn't look good before, but now he looked smoking hot and was grinning at me like a fool. I took that as a good sign and hugged him back. I couldn't resist squeezing him. It had been a long time since I touched him. It felt really good.

He pulled back. "My birthday is coming up, and Mom is making all my favorite foods. Samantha is coming and mom told me to invite you. I was going to call, but now I don't need to. Will you come?"

He was smiling at me with a beautiful megawatt smile. I hadn't seen that smile in a long time.

"Of course, I'll come."

"Fantastic!" He exclaimed and gave me another hug. I was stunned and felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. He wasn't upset with me anymore.

I was a bit nervous about the birthday party but it turned out great. The weather was good, and Noreen and Samantha and Ned were all very friendly. It was like the past had never happened.

I learned that Ned had moved in with Samantha, and they looked very happy. You can tell when people like each other. There is lots of smiling and touching. Which there was.

I wasn't sure, but it looked like Samantha had a slight belly bulge. Was she pregnant? But nothing was said.

I was very happy for them and happy for myself. I'd finally been forgiven.

===

I thought I had some time with Mom in our house before her dementia got bad, but I was wrong. Within a few months, she was burning pots on the stove when I was working. One day, she wandered off, and I got a call from a neighbor that they had her. I had her assessed, and she needed to go into a home. She hated being there and was violent with the staff. They had to sedate her. Some dementia patients last for years in nursing homes, but some go downhill quickly. Mom was gone in a few months.

The only good thing was that Dad had a large insurance policy when he died, and Mom had over three hundred thousand dollars in the bank, which I inherited, on top of the house.

So when Noreen said she wanted to downsize to a condo, I jumped at the opportunity to buy her house. I never liked our house. It was a wartime house, and Mom and Dad never did anything with it, so the inside looked ancient. Noreen's house was wartime as well, but tastefully decorated inside and outside. Plus, it's where I spent a lot of my life with Ned. I sold my house and bought Noreen's house and only had to touch a small amount of my inheritance.

Noreen was happy her house was going to someone who would appreciate it. She got a mover to move her stuff. I asked her to leave everything in Ned's room. She didn't care because she wasn't keeping it anyway.

I didn't have to vacate my house for a month, so I leisurely moved my stuff over. Ned helped me move a few large items. The rest was stuff I didn't want. My lawyer put me in touch with a company that cleaned out houses and sold the proceeds. Worked for me! I didn't need to get rid of it and got a cut of what they sold.

The first thing I did was take the pictures Noreen rescued and put them back on Ned's walls. Then I lay on his bed and soaked in the scent of his pillow and looked at all the wonderful times displayed on the walls.

Miranda was wrong. I had slept with Ned many times, just not sexually. There were many sleepovers, especially when my dad had cancer and my mom was at the hospital all the time.

So, for the first few days after I moved in, I slept in his bed, hugging one of his big pillows, pretending it was him, and remembering how his body felt against mine. I went to sleep with warm fuzzies.

Ned was over one night helping me. He was a very handy guy. He noticed the stuff he threw out was back on his walls.

"Where did you get this stuff? I threw it out."

"Your mom rescued it from the garbage truck and gave it to me."

He sighed. "It was the week after I came back, and I was really upset. I threw everything out with your face on it. Then, I regretted it later. All my favorite memories were gone. This is great! It's all back!"

I watched as Ned excitedly commented on different pictures. It was heartwarming to see him happy, remembering us.

I saw Samantha again a few weeks later, walking down the street, and she definitely looked pregnant. I guess she and Ned were getting along well.

Then I saw Ned two weeks later and asked him about her.

He grinned. "Ya, it was unexpected, but we're happy about it."

I smiled and hugged him. "Congratulations!"

He smiled proudly.

===

"All fixed! You should have soft water again. The softener just needed to be cleaned. It's amazing it still works, given how old it is."

"Thanks, Ned! It's so nice knowing someone who works at a hardware store and is handy!"

He smiled. "My pleasure!"

"How is Samantha feeling?"

He smiled. "Good."

"Can you stay a bit longer?" Abby asked.

"Sure."

Abby took me to the living room and sat me down. She looked nervous. She intertwined her fingers with mine.

"There's something I've wanted to get off my chest for a while, but I didn't want to upset you. I was hoping we could talk about what happened at College. If that's okay."

Abby paused for my reaction.

"I'm okay."

She looked at me again with concern.

"Tell me to stop if it starts to bother you. Okay?"

"I will."

"I was super nervous about going to a big city and being apart from everyone, especially you. But you drove me down to look for an apartment before school started, and we saw the ad from Alice, who had a two-bedroom and wanted to rent out the second room. She seemed nice enough, so we shook hands, and I gave her a deposit. One big hurdle was out of the way, and you drove me around the neighborhood so I knew how to get to the school from Alice's apartment and knew where all the stores were. I was relieved that it was only a fifteen-minute walk to school and felt much less stressed on the ride home."

"Then you drove me down before school started. You helped get me settled, and then we walked around to see where everything was. By the time you left, I was feeling okay."

"Alice was quiet but friendly, and it was easy to live with her. We quickly settled into a comfortable living routine. She was in her 4th year and showed me the ropes concerning the school and where everything was. I started to relax and focus on my studies. It was a lot of work, but everything fell into place. By the time you came down a few weeks later, I was feeling much better. And seeing your friendly, familiar face made me feel even better."

"Time flew by, and in no time at all, my first year was done, and Alice got me a waitress job at a place with good tips, so I had some money coming in. I decided to stay the summer instead of going home so I could keep my job and take some summer courses to fast-track my degree. I was okay because I knew I'd see you regularly. I knew Alice was leaving, so I placed an ad to rent Alice's room and met Miranda. She was going into second-year nursing like me, and we clicked. Another hurdle out of the way."

"Alice was a good roommate, but we weren't close. Miranda was much more outgoing and friendly, and we were in the same year taking the same courses. We frequently walked to school together and quickly became good friends."

Abby looked at me with concern. "Are you still okay?'

I smiled. "I'm fine!"

She squeezed my hand and continued. She seemed nervous.

"I knew Miranda had some male friends because she talked to them on the phone. They never came over, though, and Miranda usually cleared out when you came to give us some privacy, which I appreciated."

"One day, she asked if her two friends could visit on Saturday. I could hardly say no, given you visited regularly. I was a bit nervous but the guys were friendly and nice. They were easy to talk to, and I quickly relaxed. Nothing happened. We just talked and watched TV and had a few drinks."

"The Saturday visits became routine, and I enjoyed them. The guys became good friends, but nothing ever happened. One day, Miranda asked if it was okay if Alex slept over. I assumed they were lovers and didn't care if he stayed. Tom left, and Miranda and Alex disappeared into her room. I went to bed and didn't hear anything, and Alex was gone in the morning. Everything was fine."

Abby looked nervous again. "Still okay?"

I smiled and squeezed her hand. "I'm fine, Abby! Continue!"

"The guys continued to visit, and Alex continued to sleep over but was always gone in the morning. Tom always left Saturday night. One day, Miranda confided that Tom had the hots for me. The atmosphere was different the next time the guys visited. Tom sat beside me, and we all had a few drinks. Miranda was sitting beside Alex, and they started making out in front of us. Just kissing at first, but then groping. It was hot to watch, and I was mesmerized. I couldn't take my eyes off them."

"Tom placed a hand on my leg. I didn't stop him. I was too focused on watching Miranda and Alex make out. My body was on fire. Tom's hand moved higher, and my legs automatically parted. Miranda's blouse and bra were unbuttoned and Alex was sucking her nipples. Then Alex's cock was free and Miranda was stroking it. I'd never seen anything so hot. My pussy was drenched and throbbing so when Tom's hand touched my panties a lightening bolt of pleasure surged through my body. Tom soon had my t-shirt off and was sucking my nipples while fingering my pussy. I'd never felt so hot. Tom pulled my shorts down and kissed his way down my body to my pussy. Then he started licking me. I didn't know my body could feel so good. He stood up and dropped his pants and underwear, pushed me back, put a condom on, and slid into me. It felt great. There was no pain or blood because I'd been using a dildo at home for years. Neither of us lasted long. I came first, and then Tom filled up the condom. Miranda smiled at me and retired to her bedroom with Alex. Tom led me to my room, and we did it again. Then he left. I slept like a baby that night."

Abby looked at me again. She looked so nervous that I thought she might stop breathing. It was a good thing she didn't look at my groin. My cock was hard as a steel bar listening to what happened. It would have destroyed me if she told me before I met Samantha and knew how good sex felt but now I was horny visualizing how good Abby must have felt. I squeezed her hand and smiled to calm her. She let out a sigh of relief. I was dying to hear more! "You can keep going. It's okay. I'm fine."

"Miranda asked me if I was okay the next morning. I was more than okay. I felt great. Usually, I felt stressed on Sunday mornings, thinking about school and work for the upcoming week, but not that Sunday. I felt relaxed. Blissful. The sex had provided a welcome stress break. She asked if I wanted to do it again next Saturday. I said yes."

"We did it for five more weeks, and then Miranda asked if I'd like to sleep with Alex. I was shocked. I thought Alex was her boyfriend. Miranda smiled and said neither of them was her boyfriend and she slept with both of them. She said they were just fuck-buddies. I found Alex more attractive than Tom, so her offer was appealing, and I said yes. So I slept with Alex that Saturday, and Miranda slept with Tom. It was great. I liked kissing Alex more than Tom. I slept with Alex for the next few weeks."

"The following Saturday, Miranda floored me when Alex and Tom double-teamed her. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. One of them had his cock in her pussy while the other was kissing and caressing her. She had a huge orgasm as Tom licked her clit while Alex fucked her. Then she asked me if I wanted some. I did. I was on my back faster than a speeding bullet with a cock in my pussy and a mouth on my nipples and a finger on my clit. I had the most intense orgasm of my life. Tom and Alex came over every Saturday after that. But they never slept over or not with me."

"That's it. I never slept with anyone else and only slept with them on Saturdays. It was a great way to unwind, but I never did anything else with them. I never had feelings for them."

Abby had a look of terror on her face waiting for me to self destruct but my cock was so hard I thought it was going to burst."

"Are you okay?" She asked. "I hope I haven't upset you, but I needed to get it off my chest. I didn't want you to think I was a slut sleeping with every Tom, Dick, and Harry. My body looked forward to Saturday, but my heart looked forward to your visits. I never had conversations with Tom and Alex the way we did. I never felt totally at ease around them like I did with you. They never took me out to eat or went for walks with me. I never watched shows with popcorn like we did. It was just sex with them, and if I had to choose between your visits or theirs, I would have chosen you."

I was desperately trying to hide my raging boner while Abby looked at me anxiously, hoping her story wasn't going to send me into a tizzy. Unfortunately, my shorts were short and the material loose, and my dick didn't stay hidden. It twitched, and the movement caught Abby's eye. Then she looked down and frowned.

"You're aroused? I've been pouring my heart out because I didn't want you to think I was a slut. I didn't want you to think I didn't care about you. I've been petrified that your feelings might get hurt again and you're fucking horny? Jerk!"

She pushed me down and started pounding on my chest. She was strong, and it hurt, so I grabbed her arms.

"Abby! Calm down! I'm not upset because I know how good sex feels now, and it made me hot thinking about the things they were doing to you."

She still looked cross but not as cross as before as she digested my answer.

"It would have destroyed me if you had told me this before I met Samantha, but not now. I'm glad you were able to enjoy yourself with those guys and de-stress. And I appreciate your concern about my feelings today, but you don't need to worry anymore. I'm okay with you being with other people. Okay?"

Abby was still frowning, but I could tell she wasn't upset anymore.

I smiled. "This has been good! Don't you think? You got something important off your chest, and I'm not upset."

"I guess," she said grudgingly. I am glad it's finally out. It's bothered me for a long time. You don't think I was slutty, do you?"

I grinned. "I would have loved seeing them double-team you! Or the current me would. The old me would have shot himself."

"It was enjoyable. I've missed it. I haven't been with anyone since then."

"Have you kept in touch with Miranda and Alex and Tom?"

"Somewhat. Miranda stayed and got a nursing job at a clinic. The guys already had jobs in town. They're electricians."

"Have you ever thought about seeing them again?"

"For sex?"

"Ya. You just said you missed it. Why not get together again and burn off some sexual energy?"

"It's too far. It's ninety minutes away, and I don't like driving in big cities. Plus, my car is barely roadworthy. I wouldn't feel safe driving there."

"Maybe they'll meet you halfway at a hotel on the highway."

"That still leaves the problem of my car being ancient."

"You could take my pickup."

"Really? You'd let me take your pickup?"

"Sure. I trust you."

"Really?"

I smiled. "Sure!"

"Wow! Thanks. I'll contact them and see what they say."

"Well, I should be getting home. Samantha will be waiting for me."

I was just about out the door.

"Wait!" Abby pulled me into a deep hug. She smiled. "Thanks, Ned. You've always been a great friend."

My phone dinged later. It was Abby.

"They want to. Who-hoo! Does next Saturday work? The hotel check-in time is two, and check-out time is eleven, so I'd take the truck at twelve-thirty on Saturday and bring it back at lunch on Sunday. Okay?"

"Yup!"

"Awesome! Thanks so much!"

===

I was having a moral quandary concerning Samantha.

Abby returned my truck on time on Sunday. I asked her how it went. She handed me a memory stick and said with an impish grin, "If you're curious," and left.

I assumed the memory stick contained footage of her sexual weekend and was curious, but I didn't know whether I should be looking, given I was with Samantha.

I inserted the memory stick into my laptop. Several files displayed, but I didn't open them. I just sat there, deciding what to do. Samantha noticed me staring at my laptop, doing nothing.

"What are you doing?" She asked.

I looked at her, unsure what to do.

"Ned?"

"Deciding what to do"

"About what?"

"The files."

"What files?"

"The files Abby sent me."

"What about them?

"Whether to open them."

"Why?"

"Because I don't want to upset you."

"Ned. You're not making any sense. What's on the files?"

"I think it's what Abby did this weekend."

"What did she do?"

"She went to see the guys from college."

'What guys?"

"The guys she had sex with. She was going to have sex with them again."

"Why would Abby send you files of her having sex with them?"

"Because I told her it would have been hot to see her have sex with the guys. When she got back, she gave me a memory stick and said, "In case you're curious."

"Okay, this is getting confusing. Why don't you start from the beginning and tell me what's going on?"

So I did.

I told her about visiting Abby to fix the water softener and how Abby wanted to talk to me about what happened when she was at college, to get it off her chest.

How she met Miranda, then met the guys, then watched Miranda make out with Alex. Then made out with Tom. Then made out with Alex. Then made out with both of them.

She was nervous about telling me in case I got upset, but it actually turned me on, which made her mad until I explained why I was turned on.

How Abby missed having sex. How I suggested she meet them again. How she contacted them to meet mid-way and how she met them on the weekend.

Samantha frowned. "Okay, let's go through your points. You weren't upset hearing Abby talk about sex with the guys?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because now I know how good sex is because of my sex with you. Abby didn't know I had feelings for her, so I couldn't blame her for having sex with others."

"Fair enough," Samantha said.

"And it turned you on hearing Abby describe having sex with the guys?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I was visualizing it, and it turned me on."

"Fair enough. Thinking about sex is a turn-on. Then Abby mentioned she hadn't had sex since she got back and missed it."

"Yes."

"I'd miss it too if I didn't have it for months. Then you suggested she see them."

"Yes."

"Why hadn't she seen them before?"

"They live too far away. Plus, Abby doesn't like to drive in big cities, and her car is a junker. I suggested they meet halfway so she doesn't need to drive into the city. They agreed."