I don't know how we made it back to Abby's room. We both got a few sly glances as we left the food court hand in hand. Hell, we'd basically been groping each other in full view of everyone. But as I was learning these types of displays weren't uncommon and was basically accepted as normal. Three times on the way back to her room we stopped and I pulled her to me. Our breaths came in ragged pants as we kissed and nibbled at each other. Each time Abby forced me to go on. I would have taken her right on one of the benches on our path if she had let me.
We ran up the flight of stairs to the second floor and then to her room. I was in a parallel Earth with a woman I had only met six hours ago. She was in the biological equivalent of being in heat. Excreting who knows what types of pheromones that had an unknown effect on me. At this point I was just rolling with the insanity.
As we opened the door to her room, she pressed her lovely body against mine. Even through her sweater I could feel how hard Abby's nipples were. I ran my hands down her back and cupped her ass. Abby wriggled against me in the most delicious way possible. We kissed slowly; our mouths open as our tongues caressed each other.
Abby broke our kiss and pulled back. She looked into my eyes and said in a low but clear voice, "Jason, I'm still a little worried...We don't know how this will go for us. If..."
I interrupted her with another kiss. I felt her arms tighten around me. I withdrew from our kiss but still held her close. "If it feels wrong at any part we'll stop."
With a plea in her voice, she asked, "Are you sure?"
I wanted Abby in the worst way. Yes, her incredible intoxicating scent of her desire was very likely manipulating me. Yes, she was in heat like an alley cat. But I wasn't going to force myself on her. If she wanted to quit, I would stop. I would then likely need to take a shower in liquid nitrogen to cool myself down, but I would do it. I told her as much and she sighed happily. We crossed into her room and Abby had pulled her sweater off before I even closed the door. As she undressed, I watched her and I hoped to God she didn't want to stop.
"Jason," said Abby in a mildly annoyed tone as she pulled off her bra, "you are wearing far too many clothes." She unbuttoned her jeans and began to pull them off. I could see her level of arousal, her panties were thoroughly soaked. Seeing that I was watching her undress, Abby stopped and said pointedly, "Mister, I'm not taking any more clothes off until you undress."
"Yes, ma'am," I said firmly as I pulled off my t-shirt. I sat down on the edge of Abby's bed and began to remove my shoes and socks. I was just about ready to start on my pants when a knock came at Abby's door. I froze in an instant with my hands on the button on my fly and shot a look over to Abby. She was also in the last stages of undress, her hands hooked on the elastic band of her very damp panties.
There was an audible snap when Abby let go of her underwear. With more than a little annoyance in her voice she asked, "Yes? Who is it?"
"It's Cindy," announced the voice from the other side. "Abby girl, we need to talk."
"Just a sec," replied Abby with an exasperated sigh. She picked up her discarded shirt and pulled it back on. Beyond that, she didn't try to redress. The sweater covered her top up but left her slender milky white legs exposed. I stopped attempting to remove my pants and bent down to retrieve my shirt. I wasn't sure how my presence would be taken by Cindy or anyone else on this floor.
Abby opened up her door just a crack and leaned in, apparently with the intention of keeping some privacy between herself and Cindy. This was not Cindy's plan, because before Abby had the door even half an inch open, Cindy was already pushing on the door from her side. Abby really didn't put up much of a fight with her on the door. She only let out a tired groan and then let Cindy through. Only when the small blond woman with a pixie haircut was through the doorway into the dorm did Abby push the door close. She then leaned against the door in an apparent attempt to signify no one else was entering.
The woman, who I assumed was Cindy, studied me with a steady smirk on her face. With my state of undress I had a feeling I was being appraised like a butcher studying a side of beef, looking for the choice cuts of meat. More than a little irritated at being interrupted I returned the examination. Cindy's body was easy to examine as well, her tight fitting jeans and white turtleneck sweater hugged every inch of her body. She was short, her legs not the long, graceful kind like Abby's. Her legs and body were more compact and muscular. But she wasn't thickset or fat by any means. She had a district curviness to her body and her breast large, bigger than Abby's. Cindy might not quite be a Playboy centerfold, but was still cute in a very alluring way.
"Well, well," said Cindy haughtily when she was done looking me over and turned back to Abby. Her smirk hadn't wavered for a second. "It's about time you found yourself someone to help you through the rough patches."
Abby's shoulders slumped, and she looked like she was going to slide down the door in defeat. "Cindy...Now isn't the best time."
Cindy's knowing grin finally dropped a little, and she said in a more sympathetic tone, "I know Abby, I'll let you two get back to things."
"But," she began and then stopped as she drew closer to me, "I had to meet the fella that made my friend moan loud enough to hear down the hallway." Her friendly leering smile was back. "It's been a while since she'd done that."
From the corner of my eye, I could see Abby flush red as a tomato. "My name's Jason," I said a little awkwardly as she hovered above me while I remained sitting on the bed.
"Hi, Jason," said Cindy cheerfully as she leaned in and kissed me.
I was so surprised by her forwardness that I stiffened as our lips meet. It was not a deep kiss, not like the kisses Abby and I had just exchanged. But it was much more than a friendly peck on the lips. Cindy lingered with her kiss and then pulled away. She took a deep inhaling breath while her eyes fluttered close. Looking like she was savoring a pleasant smell she leaned back and opened her eyes.
"Cindy!" snapped Abby. She had pulled herself up from the door and in the tiny room covered the distance to her friend. Cindy didn't pay her any attention and instead plopped herself down next to me in bed. She gave me another appraising look, but this time it wasn't the same self-satisfied leer. It was a more curious and a slightly confused look.
"Hmm," said Cindy as she evaluated me. "You're different...But you must be doing something right."
Shooting daggers at Cindy with her eyes, Abby shoved in between us on the bed. There wasn't much room on the bed for the three of us. I and Abby ended up pressed close together while Cindy was forced to re-seat herself at the end of the narrow bed. But I wasn't complaining, as being close to Abby was exactly what my body was demanding to do.
"Cindy, don't be so rude," snapped Abby she continued to glare at her friend.
For her part, Cindy just smiled and shook her head at Abby. "Hon, I'm just looking out for you." She gave me another inquisitive look and asked, "Where are you from Jason?"
I wasn't sure how to answer that question. I was beginning to think it might not be the best idea to advertise my theory of alternative universes to just anyone. Apparently Abby thought the same thing for she responded before I could open my mount.
"He's visiting from out of town," replied Abby coolly.
"Ah," replied Cindy as she stole another curious look my way, "An old friend of Abby's?"
"Yeah, basically," I responded after figuring Abby's lie was the best cover story I had right now.
"You've been holding out on me, Abby," said Cindy giving her friend a meaningful look that caused Abby to blush again. Cindy then launched into several more questions for Abby on how I was in bed and some of my techniques. I did my best not to gape at the blond with my mouth hanging open. I had no idea how to gauge Cindy or her brazen attitude. I decided I would just chalk it up to the strangeness of this world.
With Abby's bare legs pressed close to me, I could feel her fidget from Cindy's questions. Apparently she was also a bit uncomfortable with her friend's questions. Finally, she interrupted Cindy's interrogation with a pleading gesture. "Cindy, please can we talk about this later?"
Cindy just shook her head again with a tired sigh. "Alright, alright, sorry for interrupting," said Cindy apologetically. Abby continued with her sour look and Cindy relented with a slightly bashful apology to me. "And sorry, Jason, for tasting you without your permission."
I wasn't sure how one responded to being tasted without giving one's permission, so I just shrugged it off. The blond didn't seem to be bothered by my response. She rose up from the bed and addressed Abby solemnly. "Abby, I'm not complaining. He'll be good for you. I've been saying since you broke it off with Brad you needed to relax and find someone. Just have a good time."
Abby's glowering at her friend faded, and she said with a rueful smile, "Jason sort of fell into my lap today." She gave me a friendly glance and then turned back to Cindy. "It's been an unusual day."
"I'll bet," said Cindy playfully. She gave me one more measured look and said, "Jason, you treat my friend right. You'll find I can be so bitchy when I want to."
Still not quite sure what to make of Cindy I bit back a laugh and said, "I plan to take excellent care of Abby." And then giving her a meaningful look of my own I added, "As soon as you get out of here."
