Abby Ann
Steven was startled by the vibration in his pocket when his phone rang. "Hello!" He answered in a gruff, urgent tone.
It was his friend Diane. With a teasing giggle in her voice, she answered. "Hey fat boy, what's up?"
Hearing Diane's voice drew a smile across his face. They had met at a local gym, where they both worked out. Diane was working on losing a couple of pounds and Steven was just trying to stay in shape.
At thirty three years old, and a job that was physically demanding, being in good shape was important to him. On top of that he really enjoyed pushing himself until he was dripping in sweat.
The two of them had gone out drinking a few times. One night they were drinking and ended up screwing in Steven's backyard, on a blanket, in the tall overgrown lawn. That he continually neglected. That night, Diane said he was fat. She stopped calling him by his name and called him (fat boy) from then on. She was referring to his penis, but It was all in fun.
They had some good times together. But a serious or long term relationship just wasn't in the cards. Although, they are still very good friends. Steven wasn't disappointed when Diane and his friend Larry got together.
After a short chat on the phone, and catching up on their lives. Diane asked if there was a chance that Steven would be willing to help a friend and co-worker of hers.
She went on to explain that her friend Abigail was a 22 year old woman from a Amish community in western Montana.
Steven snickered to himself as he listened to Diane's story. He sensed that it was a setup, something Diane was doing out of fun.
Diane, in a more serious tone, went on to explain that Abigail and her husband had left the Amish way of life to start a new life outside the Amish community.
Abigail's husband had lost his job and Abigail wasn't making enough money to make ends meet.
The bank had foreclosed on their small home, and then her husband just didn't come home one day.
To make things worse, the company that Abigail and Diane worked for had lost a large contract and the company had let Abigail go.
Steve felt a little relieved when Diane offered to help out with some rent and grocery money. If he would be willing to let Abigail stay at his house until she could find work and get back on her feet.
He didn't need money, and he wouldn't take any from her. It was just that the offer made him feel like Diane wasn't trying to pull one over on him.
If not, then Abby would be forced to return to Montana. Diane explained that Abigail would be shunned by her family and friends for leaving the community.
Diane told Steven that Abigail was a sweetheart and a really good person. It seemed that life had just dealt her some shitty hands.
Diane and Larry, with a one bedroom apartment, really had no room for Abigail.
As a favor to Diane, Steven agreed to let Abigail stay for a couple months. Until she could get back on her feet. After all, he was single, had plenty of room and the thought of having someone else around was actually a welcoming thought.
He knew that if it became uncomfortable that he could just distance himself for a few weeks.
He agreed to help out.
Diane asked if she and Abigail could drop by. She wanted to find out if her friend felt comfortable with the arrangement and staying with him.
An hour later Steven opened the front door and invited them in.
"Hi fat boy!" Diane teased, she gave him a hug and kiss on the cheek. It had been awhile since they had seen each other.
Steven complimented Diane. He told her that she looked like life was treating her well. It was true, she looked better than ever.
He recalled how insatiable she was with him and how much she enjoyed being on top. A good memory to say the least.
Diane introduced them. Abigail was a small woman, not much over 5' 4" if any.
She was wearing a long, blue dress that hung loose from her shoulders and went down to her ankles. It had long sleeves that went to just above her wrists. It appeared as though she may have made it herself. Her black shoes looked worn and scuffed.
Her strawberry blond hair was long and straight. It appeared as though she may have never cut it. She had incredibly beautiful green eyes and high cheekbones that had a natural pink blush to them. She didn't wear any makeup, she didn't need any, her face was beautiful.
She seemed somewhat uncomfortable, or maybe a little shy. Her green eyes only glanced up for a second when Steven offered to shake hands.
Steven thought about offering them a drink or beer but he got the feeling that Abigail would be more comfortable with iced tea.
Steven was glad that Diane felt his house a safe haven for her troubled friend.
As they were chatting, Diane's phone rang. By the way she was talking, Steven was fairly certain that it was Larry.
Abigail sat wringing her hands while Steven made them all a glass of tea.
He didn't really care for tea. But he had some that his aunt had made from wild plants that she had gathered during a camping trip. It was minty and actually pretty good, as far as tea goes.
Turning his attention to Abigail, he offered,
"You're more than welcome to stay as long as you need to. There are two extra bedrooms, so you're welcome to take your pick!"
She spoke in a very soft and polite voice,
"I don't want to intrude, but I would be most grateful, and I will be more than happy to clean and cook to earn my keep."
"You don't need to clean or cook," He replied without thinking, "I have a cleaning lady that comes once a week, and, I eat out most of the time."
Abigail had a slight look of amusement on her face. She was thinking that once a week was not enough. That's probably why things appeared clean on top, but the bread crumbs that were sprinkled around the toaster had obviously been there for more than a week.
"Come-on, I'll show you the house!"
He offered her his hand. She put her tea down on a coaster, and took his hand only until she was standing.
They walked through the kitchen, and living room, then down the hall. The first bedroom had a large window with a full view of the overgrown, back yard. A slight smile spread across her face.
"Will this do?" He offered, "It's the biggest of the two bedrooms. But you're welcome to use the smaller one if you prefer."
"It's beautiful!" she answered, "I don't know how to thank you." Wringing her hands again. She looked up at Steven, "I really do hate to intrude, but I have no other place to go."
She dropped her head slightly, with a quick glance down. Clearly, she was embarrassed to be asking for help. Steven noticed her hands were shaking a little.
"Abigail, look at me" He politely said.
"It's fine! I have lots of room, and I will enjoy your company. It gets pretty quiet around here."
He grinned at her, trying to comfort her.
"When I'm not home it will be nice to know someone is here. So please, just make yourself at home!"
"Thank you!" She said again, speaking softly and sincere.
"If it will make you feel better, I'll tell the cleaning lady that I won't be needing her for a while."
He noticed her expression change. There seemed to be a slight twinkle in her eyes.
"Thank you, it will give me something to do." She replied with a grin.
They made their way back into the living room, where Diane was still on her phone.
"Do you have things to bring in?" Steven asked.
"I only have a small bag in the car, that's all."
"Well, let's go get it." he offered.
Steven closed the front door behind them and walked slowly down the walkway. Abigail followed about two steps behind him. Steven stopped before they reached Diane's car.
There was a soft, warm breeze, and the only sound was an owl hooting from somewhere in the distance.
He turned and stepped closer to Abigail, took her hands in his and looked down at her.
"Abigail; may I call you Abby?"
"Absolutely, that's what my father always calls me!" She grinned at Steven "I like Abby!"
"Okay Abby, I honestly want you to know that you're welcome here, and I'm not just saying that to comfort you. I want you to feel at home and if there is anything you need, please let me know. Also; I want you to know that you owe me nothing. I have a good job and I don't need money. Although, I could use a friend!
So if you don't mind, let's get your bag and tell Diane we are going out to dinner. It will make her feel good to know all is well between us."
Abby smiled.
"Okay." was all she said
They took her bag in the house just as Diane had finished her phone call.
"See ya later kiddo, we're going out to dinner. Tell Larry I said hello" Steven winked at Diane.
She smiled and gave Abigail a hug.
"See, I told you he was a sweetheart!" She turned, winked back at Steven, mouthing,
"Thank you!"
Steven took Abigail to a small, quaint restaurant just down the road from his house. He ate there a couple times a week. Mostly because it was convenient. And he hated cooking, actually, it was doing dishes that he detested.
Over dinner, he did his best to laugh and joke as much as he could. He was intrigued with her and wanted to make her comfortable.
After dinner, they went back to the house.
He told Abigail to make herself at home and explained that he had to work in the morning.
"What time do you leave?" she asked.
"6:15. There are more blankets in your closet if you need them, and like I said, feel free to just look around and help yourself to anything."
He went to his bedroom and crawled into bed. He laid there for a while thinking about Abby.
Abigail felt something stirring in herself as she fluffed the big pillow on her bed. She ran her fingers over the smooth sheets. They felt like silk, obviously a high thread count cotton.
She took her shoes off and set them neatly beside the bed. She stood looking out at the overgrown yard before closing the curtain. Thoughts of Steven made her smile as she took her dress off and folded it before setting it on the large wooden dresser. She stood naked cupping her breasts, gently massaging them before she climbed under the blanket.
At 5:30am, he woke up to the smell of food cooking. He took a quick shower, got dressed, then went into the kitchen.
