How far is too far for Abi to push herself?
* * *
Another dream. She was thin. She was thin and light and bent over a table with her seafoam green skirt flipped up and her bony little ass in the air.
Somebody was back there, doing something to her ass. Not fucking her, just ... She heard a long, snorting inhalation.
"Goddamn Deborah, I'm high off your ass!"
She heard herself speak: "Save some for me you schmuck!"
And she felt herself turn around, to embrace the man behind her, a rugged cad with a mustache dusted with powder.
"Benny, your crassness is second only to your irresistible virility."
"Thank god for that, Debs!"
And they both laughed, and she kissed him and breathed in deep, searching for any trace of coke left in his 'stache.
"I think there's still some back there," he said as his hand crept around her backside and she felt a finger tickle her butthole.
She writhed away, "You dog, stay out of my ass!"
"C'mon Deborah, you can't blame me for trying!"
"If you're into anal why not try that new PR secretary Stella? She's got a big fat dumper."
"You bitch! I bet she's lovely."
"Yeah, and I bet she wouldn't say half the things I do to you, right Benny boy?"
She flopped down on the table and started fussing with his belt and slacks. "Let's put some on your dick, I need more."
Benny dug out some more cocaine and waited while she pulled out his -
Oh wow, that was a big dick.
Not fully hard yet but holy hell. She took the tip of the thing in her mouth and felt it growing more.
Benny sprinkled some coke down, missing most of his substantial target but no matter. She stroked a few more times until his impressive member was completely engorged. Jesus!
"Ooh, baby," she moaned, and ran her mouth down along his shaft, sucking up some coke and ending up with her nose buried in his pubes and her tongue sideways on his balls.
"Lemme see your tits, Deborah." She flipped on her back and undid her blouse, revealing a lacy, insubstantial little bra covering some mean little A-cup titties.
Her nipples were already at attention, thick and dark.
Now upside down, she proceeded to work his gigantic cock down her throat, affording Benny a world class view of his dick distending her esophagus. She was making little gurgling sounds now, writhing on the table like a pinned animal as she swallowed his sword.
"I wanna cum on those tits, Deborah."
Deborah.
Abi thought it through. She'd been her mother, now she was
bubbe
Deborah, her grandmother. Little old grandma, getting her shit rocked back in ... the '80s?
Grandma had worked on wall street while raising her mom, had this been what she'd gotten up to in between board meetings or stock buybacks or whatever it was they did?
Abi realized she was falling out of her dream, lost as she was in technicalities. She tried to hold on, but Benny's cock was growing hazy, the dream-high wearing off, and ...
She awoke, unsatisfied and upset with herself. She was wet.
Abi looked over. Rachel wasn't in her bed.
She was alone.
Time to masturbate.
Abi stroked herself off to a quick, businesslike climax. It didn't help. She needed dick.
More correctly, she needed what came out of the dick.
She needed jizz. She needed it inside her, one way or the other. Somehow this new need was connected to her strange dreams, the maybe-real, maybe not memories of her mother and now her grandma.
Somehow, it was connected to the necklace which Abi hadn't even thought of taking off since ... weeks ago?
Time was hazy. Go to class, come back to the dorm, masturbate, dream, repeat.
Rachel had been making herself scarce lately. She seemed almost afraid of Abi, ever since Abi had ceased to be cowed by her bullying.
The scene with Eric and the porno had somehow come off as more embarrassing for Rachel than for Abi, and she was letting this thought sit in her brain while she contemplated just what it meant.
She had a plan, though. The perfect setting for a discreet hookup - or two?
* * *
Abi was on her way to the Halloween party, and she was freezing. She'd taken a rideshare with some other girls down the hill from campus, and now they were walking the final few blocks to the frat house.
Of course, Edessa University didn't have any frats, or sororities. Officially, anyways. Unofficially, there were one of each, both located off campus.
Abi had seen the fliers for the frat's Halloween party posted on campus. They were crudely done, as if by some troglodyte who reveled in his unevolved atavism. They promised gallons of beer, games, and a costume contest for ladies only.
SLUTTY COSTUMES WELCOME, the flier proclaimed, and Abi felt the familiar flush of arousal/shame when she read this. How could she have known that the impulse purchase of the policewoman outfit at the sex store might pay off now?
There were clip art sexy ladies on the flier who might as well have come straight from the sex store.
The long upstate summer had finally broken, skipping fall and heading right to winter with the night temps plummeting down into the 40s. She'd debated wearing a jacket over her costume but didn't want to spoil the effect.
And what an effect it was ... a cheap, shiny black PVC corset that shoved her tits up to here, the slutty black miniskirt and fishnets, and a dumb, flimsy vest made out of the thinnest fabric she'd ever felt.
There was a badge printed on the vest that said OFFICER MANDALAY, ANITA and Abi reflected that someone had at least put an ounce more thought into formatting that "joke" than it really deserved.
There was a "real" badge on her police hat, but that one didn't say anything on it. Her cuffs and a hollow plastic baton were hooked to the pathetic excuse for a utility belt that'd come with the costume.
As she marched down the street, nips hard and her tits and ass jiggling, Abi felt ... confident. She didn't know any of the gals she'd ridden down with, but she figured she was dressed the sluttiest out of them all.
There was a Wonder Woman and a fairy and a gender bent somebody or other - the girl had a cute drawn on mustache and was dressed fairly normally, if obviously as a man.
But Abi was definitely the sluttiest. Sluttiest
dressed,
she corrected herself, and then corrected herself again.
No, I probably am the sluttiest one here. I doubt any of these girls have been fisted up the ass or spanked by a professor lately.
They arrived at the frat, a ramshackle old house which must have been lovely, at one point years past. Now it was a drooping wreck, with peeling paint and missing shingles.
The other houses in the neighborhood were a little better - they were in the off campus housing ghetto, a few blocks of run down old homes which charged cheap (but plainly disproportionate to the quality of housing) rents to students eager to escape dorm life.
The party was already in full swing.
Boys had to pay a cover charge to get inside, but Abi and the girls were ushered in with appreciative noises from the two doormen.
