Table of Contents
Chapter 1 Abby
Chapter 2 An Idea is Born
Chapter 3 Opportunity Knocks
Chapter 4 Abby Dares All
Chapter 5 Later
Chapter 6 The Second Friday
Chapter 7 Evening Preparations
Chapter 8 Fantasies and Discoveries
Chapter 9 The Spa
Chapter 10 Abby the Showgirl
Chapter 11 Saturday in Columbus
Chapter 12 Evening on the Town
Chapter 13 Waning Days of Summer
Chapter 14 Another Kind of Virginity
Chapter 1 Abby
Her name was a little forbidding. Her parents were quite strict and very true to the church, so her name, Abigail Lincoln, while not one she would have chosen for herself, was helped by the fact that all of her friends called her Abby. Softer and friendlier than Abigail, and Abby herself approved.
As her heels clicked down the hallway of Mitchell High, she was delighted that almost three months of her own time stretched before her before the school term started again. In her second year she felt very comfortable as a teacher in English Lit. Teaching in Middleburg was also very comfortable for her. There were those who said teaching high school would be a real problem with discipline. After all she was very young, and very lovely. But it hadn't happened, partially because the boys never got tired of looking at her and wondering what she might wear that day, because even in the most modest of dress, there was no hiding what was under it, and the girls all thought she was exactly what they would like to be. The only thing that had happened outside of the norm was one morning, during her second week, she had arrived early and found written on the chalk board , in large letters "I would really like to - - - - Miss Lincoln." She had quickly erased it and just took it as a compliment, albeit it a very vulgar one.
Her parents had given her the family home after they had retired to Florida, and that gave her the independence that she had always craved.
Anyone watching her as she walked out to her car in the parking lot would have given her more than one glance. She was about five six, and her body was beautifully proportioned to her height. In her high heels and short skirt, a blouse that clung to her in the right places, and her hair, honey colored and moving slightly in the wind, she deserved more than one glance. Indeed, Freddie the school janitor, looked on with approval as she swung her lovely legs into the car affording him a glimpse of much of her thighs before the closing door cut off his view. But it certainly brightened his day.
The only thing missing, in what otherwise was a perfect life for Abby, was a nice relationship with someone who could share things with her. Mostly she just wanted a good friend, perhaps with benefits. She was in no hurry to marry, and often thought that maybe she never would. She had a very serious relationship while attending Ohio State, but it had become very wearing as Frank, as that was his name, became more and more possessive of her until she felt quite smothered by all the questions and control. He was astonished when she declined his marriage proposal, and then became angry. That convinced her that this was not a guy she wanted to spend her life with. The bed part was OK, but the rest of if was going to be very depressing. And a few weeks later she graduated, saying goodbye forever to Frank and Ohio State.
Later on she realized what a great decision she had made and what a disaster marriage to him would have been. Her parents were not so pleased as they thought it very important that she marry Frank. "Now what would she do?" they asked. Those things didn't concern Abby.
Walking into her bedroom, she began taking off clothes. She looked in the full-length mirror and liked what she saw. She kept herself fit and it showed in the firmness of her breasts, the graceful curves flowing from her waist to her hips, and lovely long legs, which accented her 'Mound of Venus'. She traced her pubic hair with her finger wondering when someone else would do that to her again. There had been no one since Frank, and her healthy sex appetite had evolved into all sorts of fantasies. (Her favorite one being made love to by two handsome and athletic young males at the same time.) She shivered as she looked at herself in the mirror and then she stepped into her oversize bathroom with its lovely glass shower that had cost her a bunch, but was well worth it. Turning on the shower faucets, she stepped under the soft deluge of warm water that slipped over her body, and taking the secondary showerhead in her hand, she turned on the pulse mechanism, standing with her legs apart she aimed it at her vulva. Immediately she was thrilled by the pulsation action of the warm water as it excited her clitoris and massaged her labia. She closed her eyes and leaned back against the shower wall until she achieved orgasm from the rush of pulsating liquid against her most intimate places. She kept it flowing until she had to stop as her legs became weak from the ecstasy she had experienced. She turned off the water and stepped out of the shower wrapping an oversize towel around her. Drying off she fell backwards onto the bed, completely naked and fully satisfied. And she drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 2 An Idea is Born
Abby slept the clock around and didn't wake until 10 am on her first Saturday of the rest of the summer.
She dressed quickly in shorts and a halter-top, breakfasted on toast and coffee, and then decided to go to the market and do some shopping to restock her refrigerator.
As she pulled into the parking lot she saw Jimmy and Michael's old pickup truck. She smiled to herself as she remembered how awkward they had been in her class their junior year. She had no way of knowing that every boy at Mitchell High dreamed of getting into her panties, and every girl wanted to be just like Miss Lincoln. Their shyness had turned her on in a quiet way. Abby wasn't much for the 'Macho' types. Jimmy and Michael, friends from first grade, had just graduated and were both off to Ohio State where they were the benefactors of baseball scholarships. They were high school standouts that had been recruited by several schools, but signed their intentions to go to Ohio State as their first choice. So now they were earning money in the first summer after graduation by doing yard work, whenever they could, being in possession of a couple of overworked mowers and some second hand garden tools and a third hand pickup truck, battered but still going strong. She could tell that business had been good by their healthy tans and smiling faces as they waved to her when she entered the store. They were both extremely good looking six footers, Michael was the quieter of the two and had those dark, Hollywood leading man looks, while James or Jimmy as he preferred was fairer complexioned and was the more outgoing of the two, and quite as handsome as Michael in his own way. They could have been brothers, and indeed many people thought they were, as they had been inseparable as friends throughout their childhood, and now they were going to the university together. As she thought about them, an idea entered her head. "Don't even think it Abby," she told herself. Nevertheless she could not shake it. As she approached the produce department she came upon them loading bags of charcoal into their cart. "Hi Miss Lincoln." they both said almost simultaneously.
"You look prosperous, business must be good." she replied.
They grinned and nodded. "You look great too ." said Jimmy, as Michael smiled widely at her.
"Well if you're not totally tied up, perhaps you could come by my place later today and clean up my yard for me." said Abby.
"Oh great." said Jimmy. "How about three o'clock?"
"Three would be fine, see you then."
Abby turned and headed for produce as Jimmy and Michael looked at her lovely derriere atop those gorgeous legs.
"Wow," said Jimmy.
Michael grinned at him. "Remember, we are just going to cut grass, don't get carried away."
As Abby drove home she wondered what she had done. Do I want to get my grass cut, or what, she thought. Abby you are naughty, she told herself. And she fantasized about what they might look like without their jeans and t-shirts. Well there is no harm in them cutting my grass and cleaning up the yard. And it will help them make some college money. But deep inside her she knew that her impulse to get her yard cleaned up was a lot more than that.
Chapter 3 Opportunity knocks
As three o'clock approached Abby was getting a little nervous. She knew that she could simply let them tidy up the place outside, pay them, and that would be that. But she was making plans, despite herself, to make their visit much more memorable.
She knew she was going to do it when she went into her bedroom and started looking for a bikini. She finally selected her favorite. It was a pale yellow, and showed every curve and feature of the parts that it barely covered. She looked at herself in the mirror, and then slipped her feet into a pair of high platform wedgies that thrust her pussy forward and accentuated her rear end when she walked. In a sudden fit of modesty she put on a short beach robe, and almost immediately the doorbell rang. She opened the front door, and Michael, stared at her, and quickly composed himself and said, "Uh, Miss Lincoln, just tell us what you want us to do". Jimmy was getting mowers out of the truck and looked over and stared at her. Her beach robe barely covered her, and one could easily imagine that there was nothing on underneath it. Quickly she realized what they were thinking,
"I was just getting ready to get some sun in the back yard. Go ahead and mow and trim, and when you are done, come into the back yard and do the same, OK?"
The boys both nodded and began their preparations to work as she closed the front door. She could hear the mowers running as she came out of the back door onto the patio. Taking off the robe, she lay on her back on a chaise lounge in her yellow bikini. Her mind was racing as she thought about having the courage to do what she wanted to do.
"When the time comes, I will know," she told herself, and she closed her eyes and listened to the mowers running in the front yard. After awhile the mowers stopped as Jimmy and Michael began their trimming and cleanup work. Abby was breathing a little heavier because she knew that her decision was coming closer.
"Do I really have the nerve to do this?" she asked herself.
Michael and Jimmy opened the side gate and pushed the mowers through. As they came around the side of the house they were greet by the sight of Miss Lincoln, lying on her back on a chaise lounge wearing a very scanty yellow bikini that just barely covered her mound and her breasts.
They began mowing, and constantly stealing glances at a beautiful sight to two randy 18 year olds.
Abby was very conscious of the fact they had taken off their t- shirts, and their bronze bodies were glowing with perspiration. She couldn't take her eyes off them. She began to think of all the wonderful things that could happen if she had the courage to do what she was thinking. She rationalized that whatever she did there was always a stopping point, but only to a point. And that was some way off.
The grass was all cut and the mowers were silent. The breeze was whispering through the tree branches as the boys went about their trimming, stealing glances at Miss Lincoln who had turned over and her lovely bottom was just asking to be looked at. She had also untied the bra top and the strings were dangling down the sides of the chaise allowing the swell of her breasts to be clearly seen.
