A Iss That Lasted a Lifetime

I had arrived a bit early to the gathering to partake in one of my most favored pastimes, Abby watching. Watching her move around the house with grace, her soft smile would light up any room she was in. The bit more bounce than usual said she was braless, and the occasional side highlight of a nipple bump confirming that.

I sat back, put my drink on her multitude of ever present Space Force drink coasters, and closed my eyes to reminisce.

Abby was a classmate in high school. She was an effervescent popular city girl, I was a meek country kid. We ran in totally different circles other than the theater department, and even then we barely mixed. She was a lead actress almost from the start, while I was a set and lighting tech. That meant I knew what end of the hammer to grab and wasn't afraid of heights. Real world training otherwise known as hay barns and grain silos.

But even as slim as she was, she was one of those people your eyes naturally gravitated to, your ears could identify her little laugh even if it was across the room.

The first time I really saw her is etched in my mind.

We were doing a simplified version of Macbeth, and anybody not actually in an active role had to fill in as extras.

Abby was in a simple peasant dress for one scene as an extra, but she had to change into a nice strapless corset dress for the next. Rather than go all the way back to the dressing rooms that were overcrowded during rehearsal days, she and one other girl ducked behind a back curtain to do a quick change.

While it seemed plenty dark to those actors who had just been out on stage under the bright lights, for me working on the dimly lit back lighting patch panel, I could see just fine. OH MAN COULD I SEE JUST FINE !!!

The girls stripped off their peasant dresses, and I was aching hard. The other girl down to some skimpy panties and a thin bra. When I saw Abby, I nearly came in my pants. Since she was changing into a strapless dress, she was also braless.

Time froze as the peasant dress went over her head. Arms up and those small pointed cones standing straight out. Even in the dark I could make out dark firm areola and nipple.

They got the other girl into her dress as I enjoyed Abby's topless movements, then she assisted Abby into her corset dress. Getting the hooks done up as Abby held the dress most of the way up but not enough to cover her tits.

Getting the last of the hooks done, she started tugging it up the last bit. I'm assuming the dress had built in pads to push her up to make her tits look bigger. The edge of the dress just barely covered her areola. I love those dresses.

All set, they scooted out around the edge of the curtain and made their way onto the stage at their cue. Over the next few rehearsals and the performances, I kept a close eye on that strapless neckline, and I'm pretty sure I got a few glimpses of the edge of her areola as she came off stage.

But in my imagination things went a bit differently.

During the last rehearsal, somebody turned wrong and everybody went crashing to the floor. Nobody was hurt, and the rehearsal went on.

While nobody was hurt, something was damaged.

Abby ducked behind the curtain to change back to her peasant dress, alone this time. But as she got a third of the way down the hooks on the side of the dress, she began fighting it. Nipples just over the dress as she twisted and tugged to get the hooks undone, and they weren't coming loose. And with her slim figure, the hooks were the only way it was coming off.

She was there long enough for her eyes to start to adjust, and she saw me watching her from the patch panel. Gasping and brining her arm up across her tits to hide her nipples, and even in the low light she was turning beet red.

"Need a hand?" I asked smiling.

She rolled her eyes and nodded. She turned and lifted her arm as I knelt beside her, making sure to keep her other arm across her nipples.

The hooks were bent pretty good, and I grabbed my little pocket screwdriver I use for adjusting the audio trim pots and worked it into several hooks getting them open and then unhooked.

I was beginning to see a bit of side tit as I neared the bottom, and Abby gasped and held the top even tighter to her tits.

I looked up as I undid the last hook, "Why on earth would you want to hide something as beautiful as you are?"

I lightly kissed her side in the gap at the bottom of the hooks. There was a different gasp.

I started kissing up her side, standing as I did. The light kisses being met with some resistance initially, but the gasps turned to soft sighs as I made my way up. The little squeak when I moved around the front enough to get a bit of side tit had her fighting again, but I kissed further forward before she fought me too much.

I was inches away from her nipple and she wasn't letting me go further. I looked up into her eyes. A moment later she released her grip with a sigh of resignation. Two kisses later and I slowly surrounded her firm nipple, feeling it crinkle under my lips to a totally different gasp as the arm that had been fighting me came around my head to hold me to it.

I lavished it a bit and was working my way across to the other when there was a noise on stage on the other side of the curtain making her jump and squeak... and cover up.

I lowered her dress to her feet, enjoying the aroma of her pussy as she stepped out, while I then held the other dress open for her to step into. When she took it to lift it baring her chest, I stopped her long enough to lean in and kiss the tip of her other tit.

She snickered, buttoned up, and dashed around the end of the curtain barely in time for her scene.

During the first three performances she knew I was there, and watched me watch her making that wardrobe change.

On the last performance night, I was standing there waiting for her.

She stopped short, but grinned when I lifted her arm to get to the hooks. I kissed the tops of her tits as I undid the hooks, and cupped and kissed both tits before kissing up to her neck and then to her lips as I pulled her topless body to me. Kissing as long as we dared before I held her dress open to step into and get back on stage.

Everybody scattered after the show to head for various parties, and I had a bit of shut down to do even if we were all coming back tomorrow for strike, what the theater industry calls the tear down / clean up after a show.

I had just shut down most of the lights, leaving a few of the regular bulbs way up in the loft on to be able to see to get around, when I heard a noise behind me.

Abby was walking toward me in a very short crop top and equally short skirt.

We met for a hard passionate kiss as I put my hand on her bare smooth side. "No hooks," I got out between kisses.

"Hell no," she said as she pulled my hand up under her tit.

I lifted her top off and pushed her back to the throne chair, lifting her a bit to put those beauties right at mouth level. I lavished them until she pushed me back panting.

I smiled and began kissing down her belly. She groaned as I got to her skirt, and gasped when I lifted it to find bare wet pussy and lightly blew on it. Nice bare pussy with a tiny landing strip, not her regular skimpy panties, or even the even smaller thong she had teased me with tonight.

Hands went to the back of my head as my tongue went to her pussy. A guttural groan and noises were followed by a wonderful screech as I slipped two fingers in her. Her screaming orgasm as I played with her g-spot had me on edge.

I was pulled to stand and she was grabbing at my belt. I took over and dropped my jeans and shorts, both of us sighing as I slipped balls deep in her wet pussy in one stroke.

I started in and out of heaven, and Abby was cumming soon. I slowed to keep from popping off, but heels in my ass said keep going. I just grabbed her waist and gave her a cave man fucking as I watched those points bounce as I filled her pussy roaring.

I held her to me to keep my softening cock in her as long as possible, and leaned down to suckle and nibble on her nipples until I fell from her pussy.

Abby gasped and grabbed for a towel to put between her legs, then smiling as I watched her slip the crop top back on, only to let it hang on the upper slope of her tits thus leaving her nipples exposed. I kissed each one in tribute before she dashed off.

I saw her at the after party, and got a decent kiss as I came through the door. She was dressed a bit closer to normal now. Longer skirt, I saw a hint of her white lace panties. The crop top had been swapped to one that just came down to the skirt and I could make out a nice lacy bra under.

She didn't cuddle with me, but several times she sat close or leaned back into me, and just after everyone else left we had a nice kiss and grope session. The bra was thin enough I could feel hard nipples as I played with them.

In reality, I saw those two change twice more during performances, and enjoyed every second.

We graduated and went our separate way but stayed in indirect contact through mutual friends. I sold real estate, Abby became a mechanical engineer and went to work as a contractor for Space Force.

Her team developed a series of machines to make a landing strip on the moon for the shuttles to land. Basically going along, tilling it up and mixing in a two part hardener that is the moon equivalent of earthly soil cement. Back and forth in strips until they had a landing strip.

Abby had been to the moon strip twice, and nearly didn't make it back the second time.

The shuttle had been hit by a small meteor storm that didn't show up on radar. It left several little holes in the main cabin. The door between cockpit and cabin closed and sealed automatically, and the crew in the main cabin were scrambling to get patches on the holes as the pilot fired the engines for a maximum speed decent.

When he had time to check the monitors, the gauges said there was minimal oxygen in the cabin, and the automatic doors wouldn't open to let him check on the crew. He thought he saw movement from time to time, but had to keep his concentration on the decent and roll out. As soon as he was below 12000, he popped the vent, but only saw Abby moving.

By the time he stopped the shuttle and got back there, two were dead, and two alive but unconscious.

The first week was touch and go for Abby, the other crew member passed three days after the landing. Abby was in a medically induced coma so they could monitor the situation. The MRI showed a large mass on her brain.

When it didn't get larger or smaller, they brought her out, eventually. It was three days after they tried to bring her out before she regained consciousness.

Abby had no recollection of the accident. The cameras showed all four crew scrambling to patch and slowly collapsing. Abby was the last. But the last she remembered was the liftoff from the moon.

She eventually went back to work, but no more going to outer space because of the tumor. She dug in harder, working with robots that she could run remotely.

During that time she met Victor. He was brought in to supervise the medical side of the operation, and her in particular because of the tumor.

Victor would never make it into space. He was a dwarf, a midget, one of the little people. "All good thing come in small packages, and great things come in my size!" he would often exclaim to bouts of laughter at parties.

He reminded me of Michael Dunn with less neck and a less pronounced, more 'normal', walk.

I met him at her house warming party. I had sold her this small piece of acreage on the lake that no one wanted and I tried to talk her out of. She proved us all wrong. She took a rock slope and engineered a house on beams and pillars that stuck out over the water. It was simple and gorgeous.

At that time, she and Victor were just close work friends, and I could still grasp at a bit of a fantasy with her.

In a few months the attraction between them was apparent, and a year later they were married on the deck looking out over the lake.

So much for my fantasy.

They spent their 'honeymoon' in mission control monitoring an automated equipment drop.

Things progressed slowly on the moon. VERY slowly. It picked up a bit when somebody ( Abby ) suggested that instead of retiring one of the old shuttles here on Earth, they retire it on the moon and make it the astronauts RV and emergency shelter. It was the one she had helped patch up and didn't want it scrapped out.

So here we were, waiting on the President to 'throw the switch' to bring the first hard habitat hut live on the moon. Like the pompous liberal ass actually had anything to do with the project. Of course it had been brought on line and tested several times in the last month. I would bet the 'media' had their finger on the button in case he forgot what day it was or what city he was in... again.

As a freshman senator he had fought tooth and nail any time he could against the Space Force getting any real authority or doing anything to make a name for itself in the corrupt media. And now that his son was being investigated for trading on his dad's name and presidency in several foreign countries, he was promoting the hell out of the Space Force accomplishments. Riiight, like he had single handedly pushed it through, instead of doing all he could to stop it to keep the news away from his idiot kid.

The flight of dignitaries had touched down and were getting ready to depart the shuttle to be on hand when the President flipped the switch.

That made me smile. There hadn't been a liberal in any serious military post in decades, so the only ones that had the space experience to actually make the trip, even though a few years ago, were his rivals. Thankfully the woke armchair generals had been drummed out of the various branches in favor of true patriotic soldiers.

The radical media was doing its best to down play the patriots, but they had to cover them if they wanted to show how great the President was. I laughed my ass off when all of them had their names and large American flags on the back of their suits, and another huge flag on the wall behind them when they got inside.

All five speeches were made with heavy concentration on the people first, government second. Government only doing what the people couldn't and getting out of the way otherwise. And specifically, the federal government getting out of the way of not only the citizens, but the states as well.

The prez and his cronies were on another one of their gun control and speech censorship campaigns and it wasn't going over with the population the way the radical media liked to portray it was. Not even close. I mean what if (GASP) somebody pointed out that most of the supposed gun problem incidents happened in 'gun free zones'? They were all target rich with little or no chance of any armed citizens present to stop them before the cops could show up? Several 'reporters' getting all bent out of shape when their supposed 'armed vigilante' putting the trash down, turned out to be an off duty officer or retired military. Grandma with a cane and a 9mm putting down five muggers with double taps had them in a fit... she was a retired drill sergeant.

After the initial announcement, the various Senators were taking turns showing off bits and pieces that came from or were helped to be produced from their states. A number of people had left the gathering here at the house, leaving a half dozen or so.

I was a letch, I hung around a while to get a double dose of Abby ogling while I had an excuse.

But in my ogling, I had put off what became a necessity. I had to go to the bathroom and drain the tank I had filled watching her jiggle and move. I got up slowly and walked slowly, not wanting to miss any more Abby watching than necessary. I had to stop and take her ass in as she stretched up to the cabinet.

I stepped into the hall bathroom and found it occupied. I stepped back out, and processed what I saw.

There was Victor standing at the toilet, but it wasn't Victor.

It was his clothes, the slacks and short sleeve shirt he always wore, but the body in it was a lot redder, almost maroon, and the skin was different.

I had enough liquor in me, and needing to be emptied from my bladder, that I just shrugged when he looked at me coming out the door.

I made my way back to my prime ogling position, and tried to process what I thought I saw while enjoying some nice camel toe.

Did I really see what I thought I saw, or was it just my alcohol raddled Abby ogling brain on over drive?

I saw Victor sitting off to one side up on his chair, just surveying the crowd, but he glanced my way a few times.

Abby brought over a tray of meat and crackers and offered me a few, leaning over and giving me a nice cleavage shot and some great wiggling ass as she walked back to the counter.

[Delicious] I heard myself say in my head.

The media had done their best to hype bozo hitting the button, and the departure ceremony was getting close, so everybody that was still here trickled back in. I sat near one end of the couch, away from Victor's end with his raised seat. Abby sat between us and he stepped up into his seat as we watched.

I glanced to my side as often as I could get away with, seeing lots of cleavage and some nipple bump up nice and close.

[Chewy] I heard myself say.

I closed my eyes and let myself drift back to my fantasy a bit before some clapping brought me back to reality.

They jiggled deliciously behind her top, and I dreamed of coming up behind her, cupping them, and kissing her neck until we ran off to the bedroom.

But with the politicians going back to the shuttle, and the media hacks having to cut the feed lest they show the American flags to the radical left any more than they had to, the show was pretty much over. Do you know, these people actually did studies on how much exposure to the American Flag it took to turn people off being liberal?

I started to help Abby pick up as an excuse to be close and get my last few looks in before I had to leave and go back to my fantasies.

[Come out to the deck,] I heard in my head. My head snapped around to see who said it, but it was just me and Abby standing here.

She took the last of the glasses from my hands and turned to the sink. I got a look right down her shirt, her tit and firm nipple standing out just waiting for my lips.

The chuckle in my head made me snap around, but there was no one there. I took my drink and went to the patio door. Victor was seated in his chair, and raised his glass of fruit drink to me, then waved me over. I don't ever remember him drinking anything but that nasty fruit drink, even at his wedding.

[Alcohol will kill me.]

I looked around, but it was just us.

[Come, sit.]

I walked slowly, my eyes locked on Victor.

[Does this scare you?]

"HUH!" and froze almost mid step.

Victor chuckled, then laughed and waived to the empty chair.

A million things were running through my mind even in its alcohol induced fuzz.

Victor smiled, [You have nothing to fear. In fact, I would like your help.]

I sat down, and looked between a smiling Victor, and my drink wondering if I was hallucinating.

[No, but it does help me talk to you.]

"What the fuck?"

He rolled up in a ball of laughter, almost spilling his drink.

I chugged the rest of mine and thought about either getting another or swearing off it forever.

[Please wait on that decision for a while.]

"Why?"

[As I said, I would like your help. And if you choose, you can just use your thoughts to speak to me in your mind, if you don't want to speak out loud.]

"But you were already listening to what I was thinking!"

[Only the loud thoughts. Without a bit of alcohol to lower the natural human mental shielding even that would be difficult.]