Groggily I opened my eyes to the off-white plaster ceiling of my dorm room. The gray light coming through the bedroom's narrow window let me know it was still before dawn. I blinked a few times to get the sleep out of my eyes. Shifting in bed I found myself surrounded by an oh so soft warmness. It was pleasant and I really did not want wake further. It was very tempting to roll over and go back to sleep. The only thing preventing me from doing just that was Abby and the narrowness of the bed.
'That's right'
I told myself after forcing my brain out of first gear. Bits and pieces of yesterday's events came back to me. Waking on the hard floor very confused. Meeting Abby and having some truly fantastic sex with said red-head. Then our shared realization that I was in some type of alternate Earth. And, of course, reading dad's bizarre email last night. All of it spun through my head, rudely forcing me to complete wakefulness.
I lay still in the bed as I replayed the memory of dad's confession that he was also from another Earth. Quite possibly from this world. Somehow his revelation still did not feel real to me. As if a part of my mind were simply rejecting all the massive strangeness my life had become. Better to remain with my sexy redhead than deal with something straight out of the Twilight Zone.
"Mmmm," came a throaty moan near my ear. It sent a shiver of goosebumps down my spine. The room's single bed was a tight fit for two people and my still foggy senses were finally registering that Abby's right arm and leg were draped across my body. That soft warmness I woke to was Abby's body snuggled against mine.
"Ahh," mumbled out Abby as she rose through layers of sleep. Her eyelids fluttered open and I gazed into those dark emerald eyes of hers.
As she focused on me, she said in an almost inaudible whisper, "You're still here."
"I wasn't planning on going anywhere," I whispered back.
"I thought," her voice drifted for a moment while she shifted on our shared bed. "Maybe you'd disappear back to your home...world, universe, or whatever."
In truth, I had also wondered if that would happen when I went to bed last night. "Guess not," I replied as I worked my body to give Abby a little more room on the mattress. As I did, my thigh shifted across a damp spot on the bed sheet. At the same time my nose began to twitch as I picked up Abby's cloying scent.
"Oh," groaned out Abby. I looked back at her to see her face turning red with embarrassment and mild displeasure. She sucked in a breath and exhaled irritably, "I'm such a mess..."
I pulled up the sheet and looked down the length of the bed. Abby lay on her side in nothing more than a t-shirt and panties. Even in the dull early morning light I could see Abby's inner thighs were slick with her desire and there was a large damp spot on her underwear.
"Is that...umm because of me?" I asked with a confusing mix of male smugness at Abby's intense arousal and concern for her well being.
"Most likely," she said with a faint frown. "Half the time being around you makes me feel all quivery inside. Spending the entire night sleeping next to you..."
"Has gotten you a bit wound up?" I broached. The aroma of Abby pheromones continued to tickle my nose while I felt my heart begin to race.
Abby nodded slowly. After reading Dad's email last night, we had talked late into the night. Both our minds were spinning with ideas about the shocking contents of his message. Combined with our earlier amorous activities we both ended up falling into an exhausted sleep. Now our proximity to each other seemed to be feeding our previously subdued Bond.
"I thought last night it had faded some," faltered Abby. She was running her hand along the top of her underwear. Her plain pink panties were soggy with her juices from her sex. Abby's hand seemed poised between ripping off her drenched undergarment or wrapping the bed sheets around her as some sort of shield.
Quietly, I asked,"If I got out of the room and headed for the showers, would that help?" I was willing to leave, but if I were even remotely honest with myself I really wanted to yank Abby's panties off and suck away on her clit till she was screaming my name.
Abby's hesitant hand lost the battle and she pushed two fingers under the seam of her pantie's elastic band. A hiss of pleasure escaped her lips as she began to stroke her pussy. Wisps of her fiery aroma came from her body. "Temporary fix," she hummed, "our Bond will ultimately drive us crazy until we...get a release."
My erection was quickly growing, driven on by my Abby's intoxicating scent. Not to mention the fantastic view of her fingers moving underneath her drenched underwear. Knowing they were sliding in and out of her sopping wet hole caused a throb of excitement to run through my body. All my other concerns were quickly being pushed aside as I watched Abby go.
"You don't have to do that," I said pointedly at her masturbation. With a cheeky smile, I added, "What type of Bond mate would I be if I let you do all the work?", reminding Abby of her more than pleasant gift last night in the shower.
Eyes downcast Abby's reply was subdued with ever-rising desire. "It's just...kind of embarrassing to lose control." Her breath hitched and started coming faster as her hand worked. "Even when I was Bonded with Brad it wasn't like this..."
I sighed to myself. I was the oddball in this world. It seemed while she was in heat and around me, Abby was going to be completely at the mercy of her increased libido. Last night Abby had formed some theories as to how I could affect her so much. And to be honest, she had the exact same effect on me. We were moths to the flame.
At the risk of throwing gasoline on said flame, I decided my sweet Abby needed my help even if she were not going to ask. I reached out and took hold of her panties. I worked to pull them off even as my lovely redhead continued to thrust her fingers into her pussy. She seemed lost in her own pleasure, her eyes half closed as a faint whine began to build in the back of her throat. With a final yank, I pulled the wet fabric free from her legs.
Abby's eyes opened and her hand slowed as I laid my head on her flat stomach. Her skin was warm on my cheek. I could feel her pulse racing just under her skin. Arching an auburn eyebrow at me she asked, "And just what are you doing?"
"I'm going to lick you clean," I said honestly.
