At the age of 19, Abigale had never really been interested in sex, instead focusing on her schoolwork and studies. The thought of having sex or even dating had rarely crossed her mind. It always seemed like something unimportant that would come in the future, if at all.
Like any other person, Abigale had a sex drive, and had learned early on in her teen years how to satisfy it. She enjoyed it, sure, but she never thought about how she might be satisfied by another.
But one night, when she had stayed up late working on a report, Abigale laid down on her bed, exhausted. Staring at the ceiling in the darkness, her hands idly rubbed her petite breasts through her t-shirt. It was a great stress reliever, touching herself like this, and it had been a while since she'd done it. She always started with her breasts, because their sensitivity quickly heightened her excitement and made it easy to get to the most intense parts.
She couldn't tell the exact moment her thoughts began to wander and she fell into a dream, but what she did remember is when she realized that someone else was caressing her breasts. The person was laying next to her, face obscured by shadow, and though looking at them filled her with joy and comfort at first, it quickly faded into fear and panic as she had no idea who was touching her. She scrambled to get away, rolling off the bed, and the impact of the floor in her dream woke her.
Abigale sat up on the bed, breathing heavily. When she realized it was a dream, she sighed in relief. With one hand on her chest, she soon realized that her nipples were poking into the shirt, and it felt wonderful. Who was that? She thought. Though she had been scared to death, she couldn't deny that the feeling of someone else playing with her breasts had been amazing. And the way she felt looking at them... It was like pure happiness. As she rubbed her sensitive nipples through her shirt thinking about this, her other hand found its way onto her panties.
She was already wet.
Abigale teased herself through her panties, gently running a finger up and down over the opening concealed within. Meanwhile, her fingers danced with her hard nipples, the friction with her shirt quickly intensifying her pleasure. She laid back down, thinking about the mysterious lover she had met in her dream. A soft moan escaped her lips as she put a little more pressure on her panties.
Abigale didn't even know if it was a man or a woman. The idea that it didn't matter hit her then. That person was simply wonderful, whoever they were. Her exhaustion caught up to her before long, and her thoughts drifted into peaceful, dreamless sleep that night.
Ever since then, when the urge to touch herself came, her mind instantly returned to that mysterious lover. Every once in a while, she would dream of them again, and every time she would awaken in the middle of the night nipples hard and panties wet, ready for action. Those nights of pleasuring herself were the best she'd ever had.
All this happened in the background of Abigale's day to day life. At night, it mattered to her, but by day she was intently focused on doing what needed to be done. She never spoke to her few close friends about it, as usual. It had never been a topic of conversation for her, and she was fine with it. But slowly, thoughts of that mysterious lover began intruding during the day. Could it be a real person? What would happen if I met them? What would I say? Oh gosh, what would I do? How would it feel if it happened for real...?
Abigale caught herself daydreaming in the middle of a class on Friday morning. She had missed most of the professor's lecture. She gasped when she leaned over to grab the book he was talking about. Her breasts brushed against the desk and told her that her nipples were hard. She looked down, panicked, but was quickly relieved when she realized she was wearing her fuzzy sweater. No one could tell. Still, she snuck a glance this way and that to make sure no one was looking.
Abigale was surprised to find that someone was, in fact, staring at her. A blonde girl with beautiful blue eyes was watching her from across the room. When their eyes met, the other girl quickly broke her gaze to look at something else. Was she... Blushing? Abigale shook her head and opened the book. No way, she thought. That didn't really happen. Did it...?
Abigale saw the girl again after class. She wore a white blouse and a blue and white checkered skirt with tights underneath. A little traditional, but very cute, Abigale thought. She had wavy hair, a little longer than shoulder length.
She looked down at herself to compare. A dark purple fuzzy sweater and blue jeans. She couldn't look more drab if she tried. Not that she ever cared before. Why should she now? Because they might be out there? They might be looking at her right now, wondering if she was the one they saw in their dream? No way.
Abigale's thoughts were interrupted when a voice suddenly spoke close to her.
"Excuse me... Could you help me find room 142?"
Abigale jumped and stared at the source of the voice, which was soft but very clearly male. It came from a brown-haired boy who was a little startled by her reaction.
"Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to... Heh, scare you..."
The boy's voice trailed off, and he seemed to be getting more nervous every second she didn't respond to him. She glanced past him, catching sight of the blonde girl.
For some reason, a feeling of something important happening came over Abigale. She felt like her next move at this moment would seal her fate. Her choices were exceedingly simple, yet felt heavier than any decision she'd ever made before.
Should she help the boy, or try to catch up to the girl?
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Abigale settled her mind on her decision and finally spoke to the boy.
"I'm sorry, I can't. I have to go. I'm really sorry!" With that, she stepped around the boy and quickly strode down the hall. The boy watched her go in silence.
As Abigale briskly walked down the hall toward the girl, her mind raced. What am I doing? She thought. What am I going to say, "were you staring at me?" I'll sound like an idiot, or some creepy stalker.
Just then, the blonde girl disappeared into a classroom on her right, door quickly shut behind her. Abigale stopped in front of the door, a little confused. The nameplate was empty; there were no classes being held in that room today. The view through the small window in the door was actually blocked, presumably by a poster of some sort. Some rooms had them over the window, though it seemed like a stupid idea to her.
Abigale looked down the hall one way, then the other. Most people were gone to lunch. Classes wouldn't start again for an hour or so. So why did she go in here...?
Abigale straightened herself up, preparing for the unknown. I've already come this far, following her around. I might as well finish it. Can't chicken out now. Book bag slung over her shoulder, Abigale turned the handle and pushed the door open just enough to fit herself through.
The first thing she noticed in the room was that the lights were dimmed. The blinds were closed, too. It wasn't scary dark, but unusual for a classroom. She let the door close behind her and looked around the room. It was a rather small classroom, with desks like a high school rather than the bench-like desks most of her classrooms featured.
The next thing she noticed was the person who suddenly swung around from her right side to back her up against the wall. The person put their hands on the wall on either side of Abigale, who stared wide-eyed trying to make out their face.
"It's you," the person spoke in a quiet, feminine voice. Abigale gasped, at once frightened and intrigued.
"Me?" She barely squeaked out before the person suddenly planted their lips on hers. At the same time, one of their hands pressed against her breast.
Time slowed down for Abigale as she realized the details of what was happening. First was the taste. Something sweet, with a hint of mint on their lips touched hers, and her tongue as her mouth was open in surprise.
