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“You took too long,” she growled. Her knee was smarting, but her pussy was wet, aching for the dick that was so close she could feel its heat. Her fingers found him, closed over him, and he moaned. Abi licked her lips, shifting her hips so she could fit him to her. She took him inside her in slow, torturous inches. Teasing herself as much as him.
By the time he was sheathed fully, there were beads of sweat on his upper lip. She wondered if anyone had cum like that. Just from fitting a perfect dick inside their body. The sounds he was making were delicious. She wanted to lap up those moans like the foam on a latte. She rocked her hips the barest bit and was shocked at the feeling that ricocheted through her. She was going to cum fast and hard, she knew it.
“I’m going to fuck you till I cum,” she said, her hips already moving like they had their own agenda, “and then you’re on your own.”
“That’s not very nice,” he panted, his own hips thrusting up to meet hers. Abi bit back a cry. Her fingers twisted so tightly in his tee shirt that she wondered if she would lose circulation.
“Then you better do what you gotta do, huh?” she said, clenching her inner muscles hard on his dick. He gasped. She laughed, and the laugh ended in a hoarse, crying curse.
“You have the worst fucking mouth,” he said, his hands leaving the headrest to go to her shirt. He wrested it up her body, exposing bare skin, and then the cups of her bra. Abi wasn’t going to help him, she wasn’t taking her shirt off. He seemed to sense this and didn’t try, just worked his fingers under the band of her bra to find her bare breast. He pinched her nipple, rolling it between his fingers and the cage that was the bra cup.
Abi cried out, her hips slapping against his, the pace punishing.
“You’re close,” he said his other hand plunging under the skirt, finding her ass, fingers digging into the flesh, urging her hard against his dick.
“You’re going to finish first,” she said, a challenge in her eyes.
“I thought you said I was on my own after you came,” he licked his lips, and she resisted the urge to kiss him. She’d already kissed him in the parking lot. If she kissed him now, it would just distract her from the goal.
“You are, but you’re still going to cum first,” she predicted.
“What makes you say that? You’ve done this before?” His tone was teasing but she wondered if he was genuinely asking.
“Not with you,” Abi pointed out, reaching behind her, cupping his balls through the folds of the skirt. He gasped. She played with them gently, watching his face as she continued the punishing rhythm with her hips.
“I’d definitely remember,” he said, then moaned, the sound a short, shocked cry as his body tensed beneath her.
“I told you,” she said, clenching her inner muscles again, then again, trying to push herself over the edge.
“Fuck,” he said, forcing his hips hard against hers, “fuck, fuck, fuck.”
He kept chanting, and she didn’t stop him because it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen. This guy, his muscles corded tightly as he came, his entire body intent on her as she finally,finallyfound her own orgasm. She laughed, the sound almost a song in the closed space of the car as the orgasm took her. Wave after wave after wave, of glorious sensation. She was pressing her fingers against the roof of the car as she rode it out. She may not have been right, but she won.
TWO
The preschool did show-and-tell on Mondays. It was a thing Abi instituted during her first year as principal. Originally, the parents were dubious, but there was something about getting the week started with a thing that made you happy that worked for the kids. Normally, this was a thing Abi looked forward to. Actually, it was probably part of why she started it in the first place. Anything to make Mondays more enticing was a good thing, right?
Butthisparticular Monday she considered calling in sick.
The day started earlier than it should have because the sound of power saws ripping through the trees was enough to pull anyone out of halfway decent sleep. There had to be a noise ordinance they were violating. She’d asked her dad, who was a lawyer so it was his actual job to know such things, and he just laughed.
They’d started the process of clearing the land behind her house late the previous week. She could hear them back there but still couldn’t see any of the machinery. And she wasn’t going to go searching in the woods for it just so she could yell at the workmen like some overly entitled avenging suburban angel, so all she could do was be annoyed that every weekday, like clockwork, she was going to hear the sounds of land clearing at seven-thirty on the dot.
They were better than her alarm clock.
That was just for starters.
Then she tripped in the kitchen and dropped the coffee pot. It exploded into eleventy billion tiny pieces, and she was late pulling out of the drive because she had found her panties from Friday night bunched in the center console, and she spent a panicked three full minutes wondering if her sister had seen them when they’d driven out for lunch on Saturday.
It was only after the three minutes of panic while holding her balled up panties that Abigail realized if Leahhadfound her dirty laundry in the center console while rooting around for chewing gum, she never would have let her sister hear the end of it.
Sisters.
But then Abi had to take the underwear back inside the house, and take a full load of laundry (including every single thing she’d been wearing Friday night for good measure) out to the washing machine to be done when she got home from work.
It was the only way to make sure she hadn’t missed any other article of clothing.
By then, she was almost-but-not-quite running late.
