Abbie awoke with a smile on her face. It was a warm day in early summer and the sun was streaming into her upstairs bedroom. She stretched languidly, delicious memories of the evening before flooding her gradually rousing consciousness.
As she stretched, the top sheet slid across her chest, causing a pleasant tingling, followed by tautening, in her nipples. Abbie was reminded that she had drifted off to sleep naked after some hot and heavy phone sex with David, her boyfriend, last night. Sleeping naked was not something she normally did. There wasn't a lot of privacy when sharing a flat with three other university students, and besides, Abbie thought – until recently, let's face it, she'd been too inhibited to experiment with such sensual delights.
On this occasion, though, she was alone in the flat. Everyone else had had headed back to their home towns for the long summer holiday. She was the last of all her friends to finish her exams. Although her 19-year-old heart ached for David, she felt happy in a way she had never experienced before. She was relishing her independence, and the summer ahead held promise of adventure – Abbie had been invited to spend the next few weeks with David and his family at their beach house.
She bounced out of bed and stood in the warm sunshine, checking herself out in the full-length mirror. By any standards, she was a knockout, although until she met David she had scarcely acknowledged this to herself. Her conservative Christian upbringing and high intelligence had produced a young woman who was more focussed on her studies than on exploring her sexuality. She wasn't prudish or ignorant about sex, and was aware that her looks could easily turn heads. It was just that after putting up with years of panting attention from spotty, zealous Bible Class youths she had learned (without being specifically conscious of this) to dress and behave in a way that played down her attractiveness.
Leaving home and living in a university town, with lots of social activities and ready access to alcohol and soft drugs, had opened her eyes to different ways of life. While Abbie remained a diligent student she had gradually learnt to relax more, have fun and begin to form an identity as a desirable young woman. When she developed a secret crush on one of her tutors, she found herself wanting to cum almost daily. One night, upon crashing into Abbie's bed after a party, Abbie and her best friend Lisa shared their fantasies, kissed passionately and masturbated together. Next morning Abbie was horribly embarrassed, but Lisa smiled, hugged her and later that day bought her a large purple vibrator tied up with a ribbon. Lisa also discreetly disposed of Abbie's sensible underwear and saw to it that her friend's summer wardrobe had a makeover.
And then, one month ago, David's arrival in her life had been like an earthquake. They met at a bar, where they were each drinking with a group of friends. Abbie usually scorned engineering students as mindless jocks but she had to revise her prejudice after meeting David. He stood out because of his friendly and confident smile, his considerateness, his intelligence. His tall, muscular body and rugged blue-eyed blond good looks were an added bonus. The chemistry between them was immediate and powerful, a raw physical attraction that they both knew would be life-changing although probably not lifelong.
