Sara and Abby (Sara's Summer Abroad)
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Authors: C. E. Todd
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ONE
Sara
felt something on her ankle. She looked up from her book, a tome on Dwarkin’s
views on jurisprudence, and glared across the table at Abby, who clearly
preferred not to be in the library.
“What?!”
Sara whispered gruffly.
Abby
lowered her head, whispering, “Allen told me that he saw Professor Evans last
night, around midnight, coming out of your room! What gives?”
Sara
frowned, realizing that this was the beginning of a burden she didn’t look
forward to bearing, especially since she hadn’t thought the whole thing through.
Sara
paused, and shoved her book aside. “Well, yes. It just sort of happened. You
have to keep quiet, though. Please.”
“Well,
I’m not about telling anyone, but if Allen saw it, I’d bet others have heard
about it by now. I’m just sayin’.”
Sara
sighed. She knew Abby was right. “Abby … I’m sorry. I probably should have
talked with you about it. It just happened so fast. I wanted to listen to him
play piano, and we agreed that things were platonic…but then they just
weren’t. I’m not really sure what to make of it, but I should have talked it
over with you first. I’m sorry.”
Abby
sat back for a moment, then leaned forward. “Well, I wasn’t saying all this
just to make you feel guilty. I just want to know what’s going on. Now that
you mention it, though, it does seem like we sort of had a thing, doesn’t it?”
Sara
smiled, and took Abby’s hand across the table. “I think we’re always going to
have a ‘thing’, Abby. Don’t you?”
Abby
smiled. “Thanks,” she whispered. “I didn’t realize I would, but I feel better
hearing that.” Abby paused, then started in again, “So, what’s the deal? What
happened?”
Sara
sighed to herself. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
“I
just wanted to know a few details, is all. Your secret’s safe with me.”
“Right,”
Sara glowered at Abby. “Okay, he was good. Actually, he was more than just
good. It was … it was special. There was more to it than just sex. It was …
I’m not sure. But it was more than just good.”
Indeed,
Sara wasn’t quite sure what to make of the encounter. Was Professor Evans just
another horny guy? Was Sara just a slut? Was it love? Sara just wasn’t sure,
and was counting on some brief passage of time to help her sort out her
feelings. Apparently the Gods weren’t with her.
“Yeah,
but was he hot? I mean, did he do you? Is he big? What’s he look like?”
Abby could barely contain her curiosity.
“Well,
I don’t like to kiss and tell, so I won’t. But yeah, he’s hot,” Sara offered.
Abby
sat back in her chair, giggling. “Wow. I just didn’t put you two together.”
Sara
frowned. “I guess we sort of put ourselves together. Now, can I do some
studying?”
“Oh,
by all means. I don’t want to affect your grade point,” Abby smirked, aware
the entire academic experience was merely pass/fail. Abby pulled a book out,
and began to read.
“Shut
up,” Sara smiled.
* * *
It
was a warm, drizzly, overcast summer afternoon as Sara and Abby walked back to
the college. Sara wondered why her encounter with Professor Evans – no, David
– was so different. It had happened so suddenly, so surprisingly. That
sounded to Sara like just a hook up, but it didn’t feel like one. It felt …
deeper. It was reassuring somehow to think about David. Why? He didn’t give
her anything, actually. Maybe what felt reassuring was actually a sense that
he would be reassuring if the relationship continued. But why? Why was
reassurance floating around this guy at all?
“Sara?
You there?” Abby tugged on Sara’s forearm as they turned into the college.
“Sorry.
I was just thinking,” Sara said, “I can’t put my finger on why it was so
different with David.”
“Uh
oh. So it’s ‘David’, eh? This sounds serious. Let’s go talk about it.” Abby
led Sara down the hallway to Abby’s room.
Sara
was a bit surprised at Abby’s ease about the whole situation. It seemed odd
that Abby would want to help Sara sort through it all. They were lovers, after
all. Sara decided to welcome the courtesy. Maybe Abby had some perspective to
offer.
They
eased into Abby’s room, a smaller version of Sara’s. There was a bed against
the far wall, under a window, and a desk against the adjacent wall. The walls
were the same aged, stucco-ish plaster as in Sara’s room; they made Sara wonder
what secrets they contained. Sara pull the chair out from the desk, and sat
down.
“I
really don’t know what to make of it. It was so sudden, but there was
something different about it – something deeper. I’d like to think it isn’t
just because he’s a man, but I’m just not sure.”
“Well,
neither am I,” Abby added as she hopped up off the bed, and bounded to the
dresser on the opposite wall, and pulled out a clean halter top. “It was just
icky out there. I need to change my shirt. You need one? You have to be as
uncomfortable as I am.”
Sara
hadn’t quite acclimated herself to the humidity at Oxford. Back in Kansas,
when it was dry, it was dry, and when it rained, it usually rained buckets, and
then it was over with. Here, though, it seemed to drizzle most days, which
only made them feel sticker, and more uncomfortable. “Yeah, I could use a
change,” Sara admitted. Sara got up and pulled her t-shirt over her head.
Sara
felt a bit strange, standing there in her bra and jeans, staring at Abby’s
braless breasts, but decided she should just “broaden her horizons”, as her
mother put it, and stay quiet.
“Like
what you see?” Abby caught Sara staring.
“I’m
sorry. I didn’t mean to stare.” There was a lump in Sara’s stomach as she
lowered her head and admitted, “They’re just so … beautiful.”
Abby
smiled. “Don’t worry. It’s okay with me if you look. It’s even better if you
touch.” Abby reached out and tweaked the tip of Sara’s bra lightly, sending a
shockwave through Sara, and causing her nipples to swell immediately. Sara
swallowed hard.
“Gimme
that shirt.” Sara snatched the t-shirt and pulled it on. “I need to figure
this out.”
“What?
The David thing? You fucked him. What’s so complicated?” Abby said.
“Well,
that’s just it. I don’t think I ‘fucked’ him. There was something more to
it. I can’t figure out what it is.”
“You
like him. That’s all. Maybe he’s considerate. Maybe he’s hot. Maybe he’s a
surrogate father. Maybe all of those things. The problem is, Sara, that you
keep analyzing it, as if it wasn’t okay.”
Sara
cocked her head and sat back down at the desk. She was truly puzzled. Abby
sensed Sara’s bewilderment, and sat down on the floor as she pulled her halter
top on, her breasts jiggling slightly.
Abby
looked up. “Look, you’ve been fixated on this ever since it happened. Like it
was some train wreck you can’t stop staring at. The reason people can’t stop
staring at train wrecks is because they’re abnormal. That’s why you can’t stop
analyzing this whole David thing. You think it’s abnormal.” Abby placed a
reassuring hand onto Sara’s thigh. “Maybe it isn’t abnormal. Maybe, it’s just
one of the most normal things in life, Sara, and maybe you should stop beating
yourself up about it, as if you don’t deserve it.”
Sara
looked down. Abby’s eyes sparkled, and her hair shimmered. Sara leaned
forward, and kissed Abby’s hair. “You’re a good friend, Abby. Let’s go get
some dinner.”
Sara
and Abby walked across the lawn to the dining hall. They didn’t speak, but
enjoyed a friendship deep enough that neither felt they had to speak. This
calmed Sara. She thought about what Abby said. Was it really “abnormal” to
have a relationship with Professor Evans? It certainly was unusual, at least
in Sara’s experience. It wasn’t every day she carried on an affair with her
teacher. Actually, it wasn’t any day that she carried on an affair with
anyone. During undergraduate studies, Sara had devoted herself rather
singularly to the pursuit of law school, and this left no time for a social
life, much less a relationship. So, maybe the encounter with Professor Evans
was abnormal, at least for Sara. But this wasn’t what made the relationship
different.
“Hey,
check it out,” Abby nudged Sara as they entered the large dining hall. Abby
nodded to the corner of the hall, where a young man played a Bach fugue on a
classical guitar. Sara sat down with the others, and waiters filled her plate
immediately with grilled chicken, corn, carrots, and pears. Sara felt a bit
uncomfortable being waited on hand and foot like this. And that guitar player;
he made her feel like she was supposed to be some sort of queen.
Sara
ate quietly, lost in thought. It was truly a pleasant meal. So, what was so
wrong with that? Was it bad because it made her feel like a queen? Sara
sighed to herself. Abby was right. Sara really was making too much of
things. Sara looked over at Abby, who was laughing at someone else’s joke.
She was beautiful, and not just physically. She took all of life in stride.
Whatever happened simply happened, and never seemed to pose any particular
issue. Sara admired – what was it, exactly? – Abby’s control over life,
maybe. Anyway, it was enough by itself to make Sara want to be near her, and
learn.
Sara
felt something on her leg. It was Abby’s foot, slowly caressing Sara’s ankle.
Normally, Sara wasn’t this frivolous; playing footsie was for people who didn’t
have much direction in life. Sara smiled to herself, thinking how Abby had
nurtured Sara, ushering her through her broadening horizons. Sara caressed
Abby’s thigh lightly.
Typically,
Sara studied in her room after supper, and tonight was no exception. Sara took
a cup of Earl Grey tea back to her room, and sat down to her latest article – a
riveting tome on law and economics. Normally Sara could stand about an hour
pouring over this type of reading material, but there was something about
Oxford – maybe it was the treatment, maybe it was just the ambiance of the
place – that just made Sara want to study, and then study harder. Sara looked
up at the clock, and noticed it’d been three hours. She leaned back in her
chair, stretching her back. She smiled to herself. Life was good. Sara
started slightly as she heard a faint knock at the door.
As
Sara opened the door slowly, she noticed it was Abby, dressed in a halter top
that showed her tummy a bit, and some hip-hugging pajama bottoms. “Hey, what’s
up?”
“I
… um … I wanted to see you,” Abby confessed, almost apologetic.
“I
was studying. I guess I can take a break. C’mon in.” Sara held the door for
Abby, and locked the door behind her. “What is it?”
Abby
walked over and sat on the bed, crossing her legs “Indian style.” “Come sit
with me, Sara. I need to ask you something.”
“Are
you okay, Abby?”
“Well,
yes.” Abby paused, uncharacteristically hesitant. “What do you think of me?”
Sara
paused, a bit surprised by Abby’s inquiry. What
did
she think of Abby?
“Hmm.
I think you are a good friend. I think you are very considerate,” Sara
confessed, honestly.
