As Abigail Wright washed the potatoes for the Sunday dinner, her mind drifted. Her mom chattered in the background, talking loudly over the sounds of sizzling meat, and Abby murmured "mmhmms" and "yeahs" at the appropriate moments. She couldn't keep her mind on the cooking they were doing after the embrace she had share with her father. At church today, she had felt so alive, so warm. Her skin had burned as she felt her father's gaze on her.
She wore his favorite dress. She liked it because of the flowers, and the way her father's blue eyes watched her legs as she moved. As they sat down in Church, she shifted on the pew so there was only one book for her and her father to share. As hard as she tried to look down at the prayer book, her eyes kept shifting over to where her father's leg brushed against hers. Did he notice I'm not wearing a bra today? God, it felt so wrong, but excitement and lust burned at her throat and shot down between her legs. When she got up, would there be a wet spot on the pew? Would her father notice?
She shook her head, vigorously peeling the potatoes, No, I can't think that way. It's an abomination.
Abomination. The word sent shivers up her spine. Although while she was here, next to her mother, she could dismiss the feelings boiling away inside her... Just the hormonal and sinful thoughts of a youthful mind. But at night, when her hand was between her legs, she knew she wouldn't mind being an abomination.
"Are you alright, sweetie?" Her mom asked, looking over at her, "You seem distant."
Abby jumped, then gave her mother an apologetic look, "Sorry mom, I am just feeling tired."
Her mom tutted, and grabbed the half peeled potatoes out of her hand, "Go lie down, I'll finish the stew," she waved her hand, dismissing Abby from the kitchen.
Abby hesitated for a moment, then quickly left the room. She swiftly went to her bedroom and closed the door, and after a brief hesitation, locked it. She paused, glancing out the window at the afternoon sunlight spilling across the grass. I wonder what Dad's doing... Her clit suddenly throbbed, and she let out a low groan. She walked over to her dresser, opened her sock drawer, and reached all the way back. Her heart pounded as her fingers wrapped around the smooth, velvet hard surface of her dildo. She withdrew it and laid it on her bed.
Her friend Jessica had given it to her as a prank. A sex toy for the sexless, she had explained, laughing. Abby laughed with her, far too used to her friend making fun of her religious ways to complain. However, it was later, when she was home alone, that she sat with the toy in her hand. For a long time she passed it between her fingers, feeling its length, sliding her thumb over the head. She had masturbated before, pushing her unskilled fingers between her slick folds, finding her swollen clit and climaxing from that alone. But this dildo signified so much more. Abby carefully brought the dildo to her lips, and slid her tongue across the top. A thrill went through her.
Abby laid on the bed, and grabbed the dildo. What would dad think...? She wondered, holding the dildo above her. She shook her head, and placed the dildo between her legs. Her cunt was slick, and the toy slid easily between her folds, pressing hard against her clit and her virgin hole. She hadn't dared put it inside her yet. She was still a virgin. She thought she would stay one until marriage. But now...
After her father had left the church, Abby didn't have a chance to talk with him, as he chatted quietly with her mother the whole ride home.
Why did he leave so suddenly? Abby thought. Her chest ached with worry. Is he angry at me?
