I'm lying on the bed with Abby on top of me, still in her underwear. She's teasing me, moving and rubbing herself against me, making my whole body react. A quiet moan slipped out of me.
Then she kissed me again, her tongue slipping into my mouth, while she kept rubbing against me at the same time.
Gosh, I can't take it anymore. This is exactly why I usually want to be the one making the moves.
I tried sitting up, wanting to take control, but she gently pushed me back onto the bed. "Don't you dare," she said, grinning as she held me down.
She leaned down, kissing one of my nipples while her fingers gently played with the other. "Ahh…" I moaned quietly, feeling the sensation rush through me.
Abby loved hearing me try to hold back my moans. Every sound I made seemed to make her even more focused, like she wanted to pull every bit of reaction from me. She was putting in so much effort, really trying to make sure I felt everything she was doing.
She kissed down my body and pulled down my pants and underwear. I felt very exposed, and her teasing was driving me wild.
Seeing my reaction made her smile, and with a playful look in her eyes, she said, "I like how I made you this excited!" Then, without waiting, she leaned in and took me in her mouth.
The feeling was amazing, and I couldn't help but gasp. Her hand moved up and down, and her tongue swirled around playfully. Meanwhile, her other hand gently caressed my two balls, sending shivers of pleasure through me. Each touch felt electric.
As the intensity built, I whispered, "Abby, I can't hold back much longer. I need you now."
As soon as she heard what I said, she welcomed me in gently, moving slowly up and down. A soft sound of pleasure came from her as she began to move. Her eyes lit up with joy, and I could see how much she was enjoying the moment.
"Mmmmmm," she moaned softly, showing how much she enjoyed it. Each gentle movement brought us closer together, and I could feel a warm connection growing between us. As she started to move faster, our bodies moved in sync. The excitement around us was strong, and I could feel the bond between us getting deeper.
"I am so close now, make it faster," I said, my voice filled with need. I could sense the urgency in the air as we both pushed for more, wanting to reach that peak together. The world around us faded away, and all that mattered was the rhythm we created and the connection we shared.
As we lay on the bed, both still awake, Abby turned to me and said, "Will, you know I love you, right?" Her voice was quiet, and I could feel how much those words meant to her. "I know," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Then why didn't you say you love me too?" she snapped, her voice full of frustration.
"Abby, I'm really sorry," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "I just know that I enjoy being with you, and I really like you." There was a heaviness in my words because I knew that was all I had to give, then her face changed, and tears filled her eyes. She looked down, and her shoulders shook as she cried quietly. Seeing her cry made me feel really bad.
With tears in her eyes, she looked at me and said, "I think you should go." Her voice was shaky, and I could tell she was really upset. A tight knot formed in my stomach as I understood what was happening. I didn't want to leave, but I knew I had hurt her. It was hard to see her so sad, so I slowly got up from the bed without saying a word.
The next day, Saturday morning, I clearly remembered my sister Harrieth knocking on my door. "Will! Someone is looking for you! It's a girl! Do you want me to let her in your room?" she shouted, teasing me, but I didn't find it funny. "No, I'm going out now, okay?!" I yelled back, feeling annoyed and still sleepy.
Abby was sitting in the living room when I came down the stairs. She looked a bit nervous, playing with her hands. "I just wanted to talk to you," she said quietly. I could tell she had something important to say.
"Let's go to the park. It's a nice place to talk," I suggested. I wanted to make things easier between us. The park was quiet, and I thought it might help us have a better conversation. Abby nodded and smiled a little, which made me feel a bit better. We both needed to clear the air, and I hoped being outside would help us relax.
At the park, Abby looked at me seriously. "Will, I'm not stupid. I know we don't have a label on our relationship. But what I showed you is real! I gave you everything, even if you didn't ask for it!" Her voice got a bit loud and sad. I could see how much this hurt her, and it made me feel heavy inside. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how to find the right words.
"Abby, I know you've given a lot, and I really appreciate everything you've done for me. I care about you, but I don't understand why I feel this way. I'm just not ready for a serious relationship right now. It's hard for me to figure out my feelings, and I don't want to hurt you. I hope you can understand."
The next thing I remember is her slapping me really hard across the face. It shocked me. I couldn't believe it happened. I felt surprised and hurt, deep down I knew I deserved it.
Abby looked at me with anger and said, "You think you can just leave like it doesn't matter? I won't let you ignore what we had!" She sounded really upset. Then she added, "I don't know what is wrong with you, but I know why I act like this!" Tears started to roll down her cheeks.
She was right. I didn't know why I was acting this way with all the girls I had been with. I felt lost and frustrated with myself.
"I won't let another girl take you away from me if you keep this up! I'll make sure she feels just as much pain as I do. I'm not going to sit here and let you find someone who makes you want to be with her!" Abby said, her voice filled with anger and hurt.
"I get that you're really mad right now, but you have to face it, we need to end this. After what you just said, I've made my choice—we're done!" I said, not really meaning it but believing I had to tell her.
"You think you can just end this?" she said, sounding angry. "You don't get to just walk away like it's nothing. You're mine, Will. If you think I'm letting you go, you don't know me at all."
Then she turned and walked away quickly, looking upset. I stood there, feeling a mix of relief and guilt.