Abigail Allen was a creature of habit. She liked structure, schedule and routine. It was her last year of high school and her sights were set on an Ivy League college. She was focused and determined, driven to succeed. Focused entirely on school, Abby had no time for boys. She intentionally hid her nubile curves under baggy sweaters and loose jeans. She wore glasses she didn't need and kept her long brown hair pulled back in a severe ponytail. She didn't want attention, and didn't want distractions.
Every night after school, Abby studied at the local library. She felt comfortable there, surrounded by books. No other teenagers seemed to spend much time at the local library, and Abby had no desire to be at home. Her mother had remarried a year before, and now barely seemed to notice Abby's existence. Her new stepfather was worse. When he wasn't busy fucking her mother until she screamed and moaned and cried out to Jesus, he was out playing poker with his buddies or drinking until all hours. Abby didn't let these things concern her. College was all that mattered.
It was Abby's habits that made her an easy target. He had been watching her for weeks, studying her. He saw beyond the glasses, the intensity, the baggy clothes. He knew there was an untapped treasure beneath those sweaters, an innocent virginal pussy inside those jeans. She was an ideal candidate, and she didn't even know it. He started spending some time at the library, subtly watching her study. He noticed the way she crossed her legs at the ankles, furrowed her brow when she concentrated. God, she was beautiful, and had no idea. He watched her, in anticipation, waiting for the right moment, biding his time.
He watched her home, learning the family's patterns. He became fixated on this innocent young girl. He dreamt of her, of opening her up, tasting her sweet juices, showing her a world outside her books. He would have her, own her, make her his. He was single minded in his devotion. He knew her path home well. On a jog one Thursday morning, he saw her parents packing a car for a trip, and knew that his time had come.
Walking home Thursday night after the library, Abby had the strangest sensation she was being followed. She kept glancing over her shoulder and picked up her pace a bit. Perhaps it was the knowledge she'd be home alone, though that was something that appealed to her greatly. Not having to listen to her mother and stepfather fucking was a welcome change. Despite being more on guard than usual, she was still taken off guard when he came upon her, a chloroform soaked rag in hand, and quickly lost consciousness.
He carried her to his car, parked strategically for this purpose. He had known the exact right place to bring her in, where they'd be least likely to be seen. He buckled her seat belt into the car and drove her to his home. He parked in the garage, carried her inside and to his bedroom. He took off her sweater and jeans, and finally exposed her beautiful body. She had a small waist, full hips and lovely C cup breasts. She wore innocent white panties, nothing special, and a simple nude bra. She didn't dress for a man to see her. He bound her to the headboard, gagged her and waited for her to awake.
