Abby Has Gone Wild (6 page)

This morning I had been simply relieved he
wasn’t giving up on me. I knew I wanted him but I also don’t want
to afraid anymore. Especially for him, not because of him but for
him because after everything he has done he deserves that. Even
now, he wasn’t making assumptions, he was asking me. Jack was
promising I would be in control and that, more than anything, told
me everything I needed to know. I slide my hands down from his
chest and I hug him to me and nod.

“Yes, please, I want to be with you. I want
to do the things we’ve talked about and more. I don’t want to be
scared anymore.”

Jack stops stroking my back then and he hugs
me back and it’s a fierce hug and I love it, his body pressed
against mine and I sigh with happiness. A long time later he lets
me go.

“You won’t regret it baby. It’s going to take
a little time and patience but I promise I’ll make it worth the
wait.” He pulls back and kisses me lightly at the edge of my mouth,
with a promise he would call me soon, he’s gone.

That night I get ready for bed and take my
tablet to bed and read over the stories he’d sent me. I’m afraid he
won’t call. Even after spending hours with him, I’m already longing
for more. I dress in a sheer pink lace edged baby doll that tied
between my breasts but was open all the way down the front,
stopping at my hips. They came with panties but I’m so hot and
aching I don’t bother and lay in bed reading without them.

My phone rings and my pussy gushes in
anticipation.

“Did you get to sleep?” I ask, pretending
like my body isn’t on fire for him.

“Yeah, plenty of sleep, in fact I’m still in
bed. I need to get up soon to get dressed for work. Only problem
is, I fell asleep thinking about you and I wake up thinking about
you and I’m hard for you, Abby. I’m so hard, I ache for you. Are
you ready for me?”

Giggling, I smooth out the baby doll and
allow one leg open, thankfully the picture came out perfect. I send
it and I hear his phone chime. His intake of breath is loud in my
ear. “What do you think? Is that ready enough?”

“Jesus, baby, I like that. I like that a lot.
I want you to use your vibrator, is that okay with you? I want you
to be used to having something inside you, to prepare you for
me.”

“Okay, but, I usually come really fast when I
use the rabbit. I like the way you make it last. If I use the
rabbit too often my clit feels too sensitive.”

“Then for tonight, don’t turn it on, for now
you’re going to use it like a dildo. Hold down the ears at first
and then if you can’t come without touching your clit let the ears
touch your clit. This will be just for tonight, I’m going to buy
you some toys that will help prepare your pussy. Show me a picture
of how wet your pussy is for me.”

I bring my knees up and I part my swollen
lips for him. I’m wet and leaking for him. I take two pictures
before I send one to him.

“Your pussy is so pretty, so damn pretty. Put
the vibrator in for me, it’s my cock you’re putting into you.”
Moaning his name as it enters me all the way inside until I’m just
holding a few inches in my trembling fingers. “Do you like my cock
inside you baby?”

“Yes, oh yes.”

“I’m moving inside you, my cock is stroking
out until I’m almost out of you completely. I can hear your pussy
is wet as I move inside you, now I want to be back inside you.
That’s it, beg me for it. I’m not going to let you come yet. I’m
moving out of you, is your pussy missing my cock?”

“Jack.” It’s a moan, barely intelligible.

“You can put me back inside. There you go,
now just a few inches, pull me out and fuck me back into you. More
baby, a few inches and then back inside. Now I want you to pull me
almost out and this time, angle me up, up toward your stomach, and
slide me inside you all the way.”

My breath catches in my throat. Oh dear god,
I pant, I’m fighting for breath.

“That’s it, Abby. My cock found your g spot,
it exists and I know where it is and how to make you come without
you touching your clit. But I can do that too baby. All you want,
I’m going to give it all to you. Take me out a few more inches, and
slide me back in, are you crying for me baby? I don’t want you to
cry, I’ll let you come now. In and out, I’m moving in and out of
you. That’s it, you feel it don’t you? Come for me, that’s my
girl.” He croons to me.

I come moaning his name again and again,
whimpering and shaking from the intensity of it. Words are lost,
thinking incapable. I can hear him then, his hand stroking his cock
and then he whispers my name and I know he’s come for me. All at
once I want him here with me. I want his hands on me. I want to
learn his body. “Jack. Oh, Jack.”

“I know Abby, I know. Soon, real soon, I
promise. But now I need to get my ass into gear or I’m going to be
late. Sleep baby. I’ll see you tomorrow.” He hangs up and I
sigh.

I rest the phone on my still heaving chest. I
pull out the vibrator and study it, no way would this be confused
for Jack’s long and thick cock. Although total length was about
eight inches the length designed to go inside my body is only about
five inches. It’s about an inch and a half around. Curiously, I
take it into my mouth, wondering what Jack would taste like. In all
the fooling around I did before the night that changed everything,
I had boys begging me for a blow job. If I wasn’t going to put out,
it was the least I could do, I was told. I remember thinking it was
disgusting and refused and had given in reluctantly to a hand job,
half the time I couldn’t even look down as the boys forced my hand
up and down. Now, I wanted to learn Jack’s cock, not just to take
him inside my body but to know what he tasted like. I remember him
talking about how he’d given me an orgasm and I’d left him standing
there hard for me.

I have no doubt, if it takes weeks before I
take him inside me, he’ll give me pleasure and not demand I give it
back. He’s already given me so much pleasure and he’s only touched
me once. I don’t just want to take from him, I want to give him
pleasure back. Although, I don’t mind the taste of myself and
actually quite like it, I decide I better clean it up before I
begin because it’s becoming sticky. On still rubbery legs, I make
my way to the bathroom to clean up the vibrator. I decide to use my
laptop instead of my tablet and do a search on how to give a blow
job.

It’s a little disappointing, none of them
provide pictures or videos but I make mental notes of things I
wouldn’t have thought of and practice until I think I’m doing it
correctly on the vibrator. I give up and go to a porn site I’ve
visited in the past, before I started talking to Jack. I don’t like
most of the new porn and refine the search to what they call
vintage. So much of the new stuff is not just scary but gross. The
choking, and spitting, rough sex where it’s obvious the woman is
being used without consideration of whether or not she was
satisfied. I know it’s porn and probably for the woman in the video
it was a lot like a hooker, it wasn’t really about their
satisfaction. It was about doing what they needed to do for a
paycheck. But still, it was hard to even watch. At least the stuff
done in the eighties, now called vintage, there was a show of
working to bring the woman to her pleasure. The blow jobs in these
weren’t brutal shows of power and as I watch I wonder just how I
will be able to give him all the pleasure he deserves with him
being so big. I practice on the vibrator, I’m determined and as I
watch I see things I can do and shockingly my mouth begins
salivating, wet as if it were my pussy preparing to take him into
me. I can do this, I think as I put the vibrator away and take off
the nightie, sleeping naked for Jack.

I’m on edge, I can’t help it. Jack had texted
me this morning he was going to get some sleep and then come over
and I’d replied I understood and that was good. But it wasn’t, I
want him here now. I’d cleaned again, I couldn’t sit still and
read, I’d surfed the website but it just made me more on edge. I am
beginning to feel like someone with ADD, nothing held my attention
for long. I’d changed three times already, both bra and panties and
clothes. Currently, I’m wearing a light pink sun dress with straps
that ended an inch above my knees. My bra is a matching light pink,
the cups are silky and soothing against my sensitive nipples, the
bottoms matched the bra but is a thong. A triangle of silk and I
sigh as I rock on the couch and the soft silk soothes my heated,
swollen pussy.

It’s a little after six when the knock comes
and I suck in an unsteady breath. Thankfully, I’m barefoot so he
can’t hear me all but run for the door. He fills the frame of the
door. Wearing a plain white button shirt over jeans he is
disgustingly beautiful.

I open the door wider for him to come in and
feel my stomach plummets when he shakes his head. He reaches out
and takes my hand and pulls me to him. I go willingly, he leans
down and kisses my cheek. He stands back up and looks me up and
down.

“You look so beautiful. Go get your shoes and
we’ll grab dinner.”

I’m startled as my stomach growls at his
words, I hadn’t eaten much, too nervous for him. “We don’t have to
go out. I can make something for us.”

He shakes his, “I’ve been burning for you all
day long and I don’t trust myself right now. So we’re going to go
out and give me some time to calm down. Then we’ll come back here
and I’ll show you the toys I bought you.”

I’m sad, I can’t help it. He sighs and lifts
me up in his arms and he pushes me back against the open door. My
legs come up around him, hanging onto him, opening my body to him.
His body is hard and sinking into me everywhere, oh dear lord he
isn’t exaggerating, his cock is hard against the mound of my pussy.
I gush at the feel of him there, wanting him inside me. His body
everywhere against me feels so good, yet not nearly enough. I want
skin on skin, his heat against mine. He feels my reaction to him, I
know he does. His head is down, resting against my ear.

“Baby, I’m trying so hard here to go slow for
you, please help me out.”

My hands move up into his hair and I bring
him closer to me. I whisper in his ear. “Jack, I understand what
you’re doing and I appreciate it I really do but I’m dying here
from wanting to touch you and taste you. I already feel comfortable
and safe with you. That day in the parking lot, I don’t let men
touch me on the arm let alone allow them to hold me and reach under
my skirt and touch my pussy. Even then I wanted your touch and your
arms around me.

But now Jack, I want more. I want your cock
in my mouth, I want to taste you when you come.” His body shudders
and he grinds his cock into me and I moan his name. “Please, don’t
make me suffer through another hour or two out in public
pretending, when right here with you is where I want to be.”

I have no idea how long we’re like that. Even
though my body wants him badly, for now I’m oddly content just to
be in his arms. Down the hall I hear a door open and close and I
don’t care that we’re against the open door and anyone can see. All
I care about is Jack and the feel of him against me. It could have
been two minutes or ten but finally Jack lifts his head and looks
down at me. His eyes are soft and filled with humor.

“Okay, what ever makes you feel good, I
promised you that. Let me help you make something though because I
heard your stomach growl.”

I blush and nod. I kiss his cheek and slide
my hand over his cheek reveling in the feel of him. He turns into
my touch, kissing my palm. I can’t keep back the sigh that escapes
at the touch of his lips on me. Slowly, he pulls my legs from
around him with a smile. He looks into the empty hall.

“I can’t believe you have me so hot I want to
take you against an open door in public. You don’t fight fair,
baby.”

The loss of him of isn’t sitting well with my
body and my skin still feels tight with need. I do my best to cover
it with a smile as I go into the kitchen. “What can I say,
desperate times and all that. Really want to help?” I ask to make
sure and he nods without hesitation. “Chicken stir fry okay?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“Okay, then you get to cut up some veggies.”
It isn’t a large kitchen, the living room, kitchen and dining area
are open concept with a kitchen island separating the dining room
and to the right is the large living room. There is a long hall
between the living room and dining area that contains a guest bath
and across from that a large laundry room. It ends in another large
hall closet, to the left is the master with a walk in closet and en
suite bathroom and across from that is a large guest room that I
was supposed to use as an office but it overflowed with books on
every wall. I give Jack the rundown as he looks around but I wave
him away to take a look if he wants and he does as I pull out what
will be needed.

“Damn, you weren’t kidding when you said you
liked to read. A queen bed, that’s gonna be tight, sweetheart, but
I’m sure we can make that work.” He whispers in my ear. His arms
are around me as I wash my hands in the sink and he does the same.
A breath of hot air is my only warning before his mouth finds the
spot behind ear and licks and then applies gentle suction.

My knees are weak, my body is hot every
where. “I’m thinking tight is going to be just right.” I moan as I
sink into his arms.

He chuckles as his mouth roams my neck. “Just
right.” Sighing, he pulls away. “I’m ready for your orders. Tell me
what you want me to do.”

My mind goes there and I’m fighting to stay
standing. “Oh Jack, you are just so cruel sometimes.”

He laughs at my pain and I point in the
direction of the butcher block of knives. “Pick a knife and right
behind it is a cutting board. Here are some veggies, chunks please,
except the onion make them as fine as you can. Thank you.”