Again, thank you for your patience. My goal was to get this out sooner, but real life sometimes gets in the way. Also, I changed the direction of this chapter a few times which caused some rewrites. I do hope you enjoy and the next chapter, I hope, will be finished sooner. Xoxo
Abby started looking for where her clothes were tossed as I willed myself off the sofa. I could feel the wetness all over it and once I stood and looked at the sofa I was astonished at the mess.
Abby turned and looked down at the sofa and with a bit of panic said, "I'm so sorry, Mrs. G!"
"Abby, honey, it's okay; the sofa has a stain resistant coating." If anything, I was saying that to cover for my own worries. I doubted I could get it cleaned before anyone got home!
I stepped toward Abby, who was holding her shorts and shirt. We were both covered in each other's juices. Smiling, I said, "I wish we had all day." I kissed her.
My phone rang. At least I thought it was my phone which was upstairs. "I better get that," I said breaking our kiss. Naked, I ran up the steps to retrieve my phone. Just as I reached it, the ringing stopped. Looking at the caller ID I saw that it was Linda. "Oh, shit!" I immediately pressed the call back button as I walked back down.
"Good morning, Linda," I cheerfully said into my phone.
"Hi, Brenda," she replied. "Is Abby still there?"
I didn't see Abby at first, but realized she was in the kitchen. I let Linda know that she was as I entered the kitchen. Abby was washing up at the sink, her clothes on the counter.
"She told me she was picking up a phone charger and her phone is sitting here dead." "I didn't think she'd be so long." Linda went on.
"I'm so sorry Linda," I replied. Then mouthed to Abby that her mom was on the phone, something she already realized. "She was helping me unstop my disposal," I lied. "I'll put you on speaker."
"Sorry, mom, Mrs. Grason needed my help" Abby said, placing wet hands around my waist, pulling me into her body.
Linda was telling Abby that she just wondered if she went someplace else in the neighborhood. "Just come home as soon as you finish because I have some errands for you to run."
Linda then asked me, "Do you want to do our walk later this afternoon before the men get home?" We did regularly walk, but the past couple weeks with all on our plates, our walks had been sporadic.
Before I could answer, I felt Abby's fingers on my pussy. "Yes, that would be fun" I practically sputtered!
A couple more minutes of agonizing small talk followed as Abby stared into my eyes and gently moved her fingers, lubricated by my constantly flowing pussy, up and down my slit. I felt my hips moving to the movement of her fingers, but just before my conversation with her mother ended, I had to grab her hand to stop it.
I let out a sharp breath as I pressed the end button on the phone. "Abby" I said, a little too sharply.
As I let her hand go, she brought it to her mouth, sucking the two fingers that were gliding on my slit, into her mouth. Her tongue darted out and around her fingers as she licked my juices off them. Her action took my breath away. As her fingers left her mouth, she said, "I thought you liked my touch, Mrs. G."
"Abby, I love your touch!" "And I have to admit, I can't get enough of your touch," I started. "But, Abby, we have to be careful." "I mean, this shouldn't be happening, but I find myself unwilling to stop," I continued, trying to again make sense of the fact that I was saying this to an 18-year-old girl.
Before she replied, Abby leaned over the sink and wet a couple paper towels. She brought them to my face and gently wiped all the stickiness covering me. Her action warmed me, but didn't help with me trying to make sense of things.
"I'm glad you don't want to stop, Mrs. G because I don't either and I can't get enough of your touch" she quietly replied. We looked at each other silently before she said, "I should go."
She turned and took her things off the counter and started putting them on. While I watched I realized that any opportunity to be with her, making love, was not in the foreseeable future.
"Abby, things have to go back to normal this weekend" "We can't take any chances" I told her. I think this was more to convince myself.
"But Mrs. G," she replied, "I'm not sure I would be able to control myself."
"Seriously, Abby, we can't," I sadly said.
She kissed me. A simple kiss on the lips.
Stepping back, she grabbed the charger, winked at me and said, "I think we can sneak a kiss or two." She walked out of the kitchen into the living room, slipped her sandals on and left.
I stood there, still naked, feeling a loss. And feeling lost.
I grabbed my robe on the floor near the front door and turned realizing I better see if I can clean the sofa.
Around four o'clock I walked up to Linda's to meet her for our walk. Stacy had already been home and was out with Abby and some of their other girlfriends. I wore shorts, a tank top over a sports bra and walking sneakers. Linda was waiting for me in front of her house, wearing pretty much the same thing, but an oversized tee-shirt. We were dressed to walk, not impress.
"Is your disposal working," Linda asked as we started our walk.
For a split second I didn't know what she was talking about, but thankfully I realized what I had told her on the phone. "Oh yes, I couldn't have done it without a second set of hands." I did feel guilty lying to Linda the way I did. I was feeling guilty about a lot of things these days.
