|| -- Chapter 15 -- ||
After their visit with Selene, Clara and Abigail headed home for the night. For Abigail, that was a tent in the forest outside the village. Compared to renting an inn room, sleeping outside was far cheaper.
"You're sure it's okay for me to crash with you tonight?" Clara asked. She blinked in surprise when she saw the size of the tent. It was large enough for two, but just barely. "I don't want to impose."
"Don't worry, it's bigger on the inside." Abigail pulled open the flap, and warm light spilled out from inside it. "I usually save up my money, but a tent isn't something I skimp on."
"Woah." Clara blinked as she looked into the tent.
It was fully furnished with an ornate bed, a dresser, and a hanging lantern suspended from the ceiling. It looked more like a bedroom than a tent. The inside was small compared to an inn room, but it was far bigger than its outward appearances suggested.
Abigail stepped inside and Clara followed her in.
"I hope you don't mind sharing a bed," Abigail said. "I've never had a roommate before, so this is the only one I have. We'll have to sleep pretty close tonight."
"I don't mind." Clara glanced at the bed and nodded. However, when Abigail began to take off her clothes, she blushed.
(We're gonna be sleeping together... We'll be in the same bed, side by side and barely clothed...) The warmth rushed to Clara's cheeks as she thought about it.
The last time she'd slept in the same bed with someone was her roommate. It was just a whimsical thing, and they didn't do anything, but Clara could still remember how hard her heart pounded that night. It was right after they experimented with kissing each other, but she'd been too nervous to do anything. She'd barely slept a wink as she felt the warmth of her roommate next to her.
(You're still acting like a total virgin, you know that?) Abigail sent her thoughts through their telepathic connection, and the heat in Clara's face grew even worse.
"I-I'm not." She shook her head vigorously. "Even if I ignore the times you and I had sex, I still got fucked by Selene. You can't call me a virgin after that."
"I know, and it really pisses me off." Abigail turned back towards Clara, and she stepped closer, bringing their bodies tight. In the confines of the tent, Clara had nowhere to turn.
"What do you mean by that..?" Clara's heart pounded in her chest. Abigail's intense eyes were so close, and she could feel her smaller breasts pushing into her own.
"Alleyway sex doesn't count, nor does getting fucked by some tentacles..." Abigail reached down, and she hiked up Clara's skirt, pulling the dress up her body. "From my perspective, you lost your virginity to Selene's strap on, and that really pisses me off."
"Uhm... I..." Clara swallowed as Abigail lifted her dress higher and higher. Reflexively, she raised her arms, allowing Abigail to pull it up over her head, but it left her naked. The only thing she had left was her white cotton panties.
"I wanted that honor, you know?" Abigail leaned even closer, bringing her lips centimeters from Clara's. "I wanted to be the one to make you feel like a real woman."
Clara's eyes fluttered. Abigail was so close, and she felt her lips closing in on hers.
This was a kiss, right? Abigail was leaning in to kiss her. That had to be it. Clara waited with her eyes closed, trembling in anticipation. Abigail's words made her heart pound in her chest, and she wanted nothing more than for their lips to meet.
Seconds passed, and Clara doubted herself. Perhaps this was a rom-com moment where Abigail was just reaching for something behind her. Perhaps there was something on the bed that she needed to grab, and she didn't mean to get so close. However, just when Clara was about to open her eyes, she felt them.
Abigail's lips brushed hers, then their two mouths connected, and Abigail embraced her. She squeezed Clara tight, crushing her in her arms as she kissed.
It was so intense, Clara's mind spun. She nearly collapsed right then and there, but Abigail held her tight. The passionate kiss continued on for what felt like an eternity, and Clara let out a heavy breath through her nose.
From her experiments with her roommate, she wasn't unfamiliar with kissing another woman. Abigail's soft lips felt familiar against hers, but the kiss was much more passionate than anything Clara could recall. Despite having dozens of intense orgasms since entering the game, this was the first time she had kissed inside the virtual reality, and it felt even more intense than sex.
"Nnnnnmmh..." Clara mewled into Abigail's mouth and she panted for breath through her nose.
"I might not be your first anymore," Abigail said, and she pulled back, fixing her with another intense, smoldering gaze, and Clara's knees gave out.
. "But I'll be the first to make love to you."
Clara'
, and s. "But I'll be the first to make love to you."
Clara'he fell backwards onto the bed, staring up at Abi. Her heart pounded in her ears, and she struggled to breathe. The words just kept repeating in her head, how Abigail said she was angry with her getting fucked by Selene, and how she wanted to be her first.
(When she says 'make love', what does she even mean..?) Clara thought to herself. Was that truly different from sex?
(I'll show you exactly what I mean.) Abigail pulled off her crop top, and she slid her shorts down her legs, leaving her in only her panties, just like Clara herself. (This isn't going to be like that cheap allwon'tad.)
, or our short stint in the dressing room
Clara swallowed. There was something intense about the way Abi looked at her, and even as she stripped, she didn't break that gaze. Throughout it all, she stared directly into Clara's eyes.
"I, uhm..." She tried to think of something to say, but nothing came out.
"Shh... You don't need to say anything." Abigail took her hand, and she pushed Clara down onto the bed, laying atop her. "Our emotions need only to come out through our bodies."
Clara swallowed. Abi was so close, staring so intensely into her eyes. The confused churn in her thoughts only grew worse with Abigail's soft naked body pressing against hers. There were no clothes to separate them anymore.
Her nipples pressed against Abi's; her thigh resting between hers, and Abi's thigh between Clara's own legs. The embrace was even closer than when they kissed. However, Abigail didn't move to kiss her again, she just stared down at her in silence.
(Look only at me, Clara.) Abigail thought to her.
(I don't know what that means... I am looking at you.) Clara wanted to laugh. She was so nervous, yet so aroused. Her pussy clenched inside her panties, begging for something to fill it, but she was too embarrassed to ask Abigail.
"You're even denser than I thought." Abigail smiled and she leaned down, kissing her again.
Her soft lips pressed against Clara's, and she moaned into the embrace between their mouths. Abigail's body felt so good against hers, especially when she kissed her like this.
On and on, she kissed her and their lips smacked together, filling the tent. With each new embrace of Abi's lips, Clara grew more aroused, and her nipples throbbed on her breasts. Between her legs, the inside of her panties grew into a smothering mess, and a large stain formed in her underwear. However, Abigail didn't do anything but kiss her.
Even as Clara mewled into her mouth, squirming on the bed, eyes fluttering in helpless arousal, Abigail continued to kiss her. It felt cruel, like she was purposefully teasing her. Clara panted for breath, barely able to breathe through the urges coursing through her, but Abi made no move to satisfy those urges.
"Is something wrong?" Abi pulled back looking down at her with a half-smile. "You've started to squirm."
"I... Uhm... Aren't you going to put it inside?" Clara tightened her legs, squeezing around Abigail's thigh. However, Abi shook her head.
"I said I was gonna make love to you, not fuck you." Abigail pulled back and she sat up on the bed.
Clara blinked in surprise. "What?"
All her pent up arousal had nowhere to go. A flicker of frustration built inside her chest, and she shook her head. Just when it felt like she would feel the best, Abigail had pulled back.
"I have some dildos in my dresser if you want to masturbate." Abigail gave her a serious look. "If you're really that desperate, you can borrow one."
"You're the one who built me up like this... Take some responsibility." Clara shook her head. The thought of using a dildo didn't even interest her. She wanted Abigail... and the cock that lay between her legs.
"I'm not interested in fucking you. Not tonight." Abigail said and she shook her head. "I want to show you what it really feels like to make love."
"I don't get it." Clara shook her head. "Don't those mean the same thing?"
Abigail had been talking in riddles all day. Why didn't alleyway sex count, but this did? Was it the bed? No, because there was something else that made Abigail pause. Whatever she was looking for, Clara didn't know what it was.
"Making love is very different, Clara." Abigail leaned closer, bringing her voice down to a whisper. "It's not something I can do to you, it's something that happens between us. It takes two to tango, you know?"
Clara still didn't know what she was talking about, but her cheeks burned as Abigail whispered to her. With a furtive glance, she looked up to see an amused smile on Abigail's lips.
"What's so funny?" Clara gave an indignant pout.
"I think it's cute how you,"lushed frsaid, and her crooked smile widened even furt.) Abigail thought back to her.
