Women's Studies Ch. 06

Caught up in our kiss, instinct took over and my lips parted. To my surprise, Abigail followed my lead, letting her tongue dart out to meet mine. She tasted sweet like the sugary cocktail she had been drinking, and the feel of her tongue lapping against mine took my breath away.

It had only been moments, but when her lips finally pulled away from mine it felt like an eternity. We were both breathing heavily as she gracefully slid off my lap and back onto her own feet.

"Better luck next time, Romeo," Abigail said, patting the guy on the cheek before making her way around me and back to her own seat.

It took a few more moments for the spell to be broken; for me as well as everyone else. The whole table had been silent, as well as a few spectators that had stopped to watch. The dealer even stood stunned, forgetting that it was his job to always keep the cards flowing. After that, there were significantly less potential suitors vying for our attentions.

We ended up moving from game to game in an almost restless fashion, not quite finding something to suit our moods, until eventually we ended up at the bar, sipping Cosmos and chatting about our day. The Cosmos were a bit cliché, but they were delicious, and with the feeling they left once consumed, I could care less.

"How much did you lose?" I asked, taking another sip of my drink.

"Only about five hundred," Abigail said easily. "You?"

"I only won another two thousand."

"I don't know how you're doing it," Abigail said shaking her head. "Are you sure you've never done this before?"

"Gamble?" I asked. "Never in a casino. I've played online, but never for real money."

"You could've fooled me," Abigail said. "You're a natural."

"I don't know. I think I'm going to quit while I'm ahead," I said. "The last thing I need to do is lose it all. I could do a lot of things with this money."

"Well here's to our big winner!" she smiled, holding up her glass.

Our glasses clinked as they touched and we both finished our drinks. As Abigail set her glass carefully down on the bar, a strange look came over her eyes. They seemed to sparkle as she looked at me, smiling. I had the feeling she was going to say something until she bit her lower lip and shook her head as if to clear the cobwebs.

With a heavy sigh, she got to her feet, wobbling a little and grabbed my hand. "I think it's finally time for bed," she said.

Drinking with Abigail and Kennedy, I had learned that my tolerance was a little higher than Abigail's, so I put my arm around her to steady her feet. It was quite the little parade we made trying to find the elevator. We somehow got turned around and had to ask for directions. When the doors to the elevator finally shut, I couldn't help but burst into giggles at Abigail's antics.

During our search, I was quietly pleading with her to behave, using hushed whispers and pointed looks, but now that people were no longer staring at us, I found the whole ordeal hilarious. Several times when Abigail had noticed a guy watching us, she would shout "Back off! She's mine!" before grabbing my ass, or one time even licking my face as if to mark her territory.

Even though I was in a dress, I was thankful for the cover of the elevator. All the attention Abigail had been giving me, however playful, was beginning to cause a physical response. I could feel my cock slowly swelling and pressing against the soft fabric of my panties, and like some satanic means of torture, the building pain from the growing pressure only made the blood surge more. When the elevator doors opened, I mumbled a prayer of thanks and hurried Abigail to the door of our suite.

"Where is the key, Abigail?" I asked, realizing that I never had one.

"Key?" Abigail asked, distracted.

"To the room?"

"Oh, I have it here somewhere," she said, fumbling at the cleavage of her dress.

To be honest, she wasn't taking very long, but I needed to free myself, soon, and with the length of my dress I couldn't easily reach under and readjust myself. Lacking the pain tolerance to wait, I slipped my hand into her cleavage to help her look.

"Oh, you found it!" Abigail giggled as I pulled it from her right breast.

I quickly slipped the key card into the slot and opened the door, making a bee line for our room. I barely noticed the lavish beauty of the decor as I quickly hiked up my dress and reached under to remove my painful erection from its tuck, and repositioned it into the waistband of my panties.

With the pain finally gone, I couldn't help but give my shaft a squeeze, letting a muffled moan escape as it throbbed in my hand. My moment of revelry in the bliss following my torture only lasted a moment. Abigail entered the room behind me, and I had to quickly let the skirts of my dress fall back down.

"Look at this room!" she exclaimed, letting the door close behind her. "I love it!" she said, spinning around slowly with her arms outstretched.

Taking Abigail's cue, I looked around. Even in the dim light, I could see the prominent bronze/gold hue emanating from everywhere. The walls, carpet, even the bed seemed as if it was painted with gold. Oh, and the bed, it was massive! Having been used to the size of the beds in the dorms, I couldn't believe we had so much space, even if it was for the two of us. You could host a gang bang with an entire football team on there and still have room left over. Okay, maybe not that many people, but it was still huge.

Even with the luxury of the furnishings, it paled in comparison to the view. The wall to wall, floor to ceiling window that covered an entire side of our room showed the distant mountains and beautiful desert landscape. I swear, my cheeks had begun to hurt with all of the smiling I had been doing today.

"Can you help me?" Abigail asked, holding her hair up while she looked over her shoulder at me. "I can't get the zipper."

"Sure," I said, walking up behind her. I slowly eased the zipper down on her strapless dress, careful not to let it snag.

I felt a little guilty savoring the moment. With each inch, more of her pale skin was exposed, glowing in the dim lighting. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra from earlier, but I couldn't help but feel a thrill again as her bare back opened up to me.

As soon as the zipper finished just below her tail bone, revealing her black thong, Abigail turned on me. She had one hand pressed to her chest, holding her dress up. Her expression was blank as she took a moment to stare at me from a little over a foot away. Her breast swelled with her breathing and then quite deliberately, she let go of her top. It fell easily from her breasts, catching for a bare moment on her hips before sliding to the floor.

I was stunned. It was nothing I hadn't seen before. We both knew as much, but this was different. I drank in the sight as she stood there silhouetted in the light from the full moon outside. Her entire body was poised like a statue of a goddess.

Her black thigh high stockings and garter belt contrasted sharply with the color of her skin in a way that amplified its flawlessness. I couldn't stop my hand caress my erection through my dress.

When I finally brought my gaze back to meet Abigail's eyes, her blank expression was still there, but now something else seemed to be hidden behind it. With her eyes locked on mine, she stepped out of the puddle her dress made around her ankles, to stand mere inches from me. She moved so slowly I couldn't tell if things were in slow motion, or if the alcohol was playing tricks with my mind.

Abigail leaned forward, and my eyes closed. I was desperate to feel her lips on mine again. Her hand snaked around the back of my neck and I could feel her warm breath teasing my lips. Her fingers fumbled at the clasp to my halter, and with a snap it released, letting my dress slide down my body, causing me to shiver as the silk caressed my skin on its way to the floor. With my eyes still closed, I couldn't see her, but I could feel the heat from her body radiating onto mine. My lips parted of their own volition, and just like that, Abigail's hand slipped from around my shoulder, and that glorious warmth faded.

Breathing quickly, and my heart racing, I opened my eyes to see Abigail no longer standing there. Instead, I watched as her naked alabaster skin disappeared beneath the comforter and silk sheets on our bed.

A pained sigh slipped through my lips. My mind was still swimming with alcohol, and I could feel my painful erection leaking precum into my panties. Resisting the urge to grasp my cock and give it a small measure of the pleasure it craved, I stumbled towards the bed and kicked off my heels.

The sheets were soft and cool against my skin, caressing and teasing me further as I situated myself underneath them. Abigail had her back to me, facing the window, and I could hear the soft even breathing of her already deep in sleep.

I was feeling so frustrated. I couldn't tell if she was teasing me, or if it had all just been in my head. I had always found her attractive and desirable, but ever since I found out that she knew about me, it felt like my feelings had grown tenfold. With my thoughts and my cock begging me for attention, sleep seemed like a distant possibility.

*** *** ***

I woke with a slight throbbing in my head that was quickly overlooked by the other sensations I was feeling. I was lying on my back, and Abigail had her naked breasts pressed against me as her head lay on my chest. I could feel one of her stocking covered legs hooked over mine, and her warm hand resting inches from the slowly growing bulge in my panties.

When I looked down to see her sleeping face, my cock surged. Her lips were resting over the nipple of one of my breast forms. She must have rolled over at some point in the night. I couldn't even remember falling asleep.

I was enjoying the sensations from her warm body pressed into mine when I felt her shift, nuzzling herself into me. Her movements brought her fingertips lower, caressing the edge of my thickening shaft. I knew I should have said something. I should have moved her hand or woken her up, but the way her fingertips gently stroked me felt incredible.

I shut my eyes as I let the sensations wash over me. The more she made her small motions, the harder I became. As if it had a mind of its own, my cock began twitching against her fingers. With each little spasm, it slipped further and further out of the waist of my panties, until after one final twitch, it sprung free.

I let out a quiet gasp as it slid right beneath her fingers to point straight up. Her warm hand was now holding onto my bare, throbbing shaft. In her sleep, Abigail began to slowly play with my cock, and I knew that if I let her keep this up I would cum all over both of us. I could already feel the first warning tingles shoot through my body.

"Abigail? Lexi? Are you girls up?" Mr. Lockwood's voice came from through the closed door.

Abigail wasn't up, but I sure was. Her hand was still teasing me, and I felt trapped between my pleasure and Abigail waking up with my cock in her hand.

"Girls?" he called again, knocking louder and finally causing Abigail to stir.

"Five more minutes," she mumbled into my breast.

Before I could get a handle on the situation, Mr. Lockwood opened the door slightly to peek in. We were still modestly covered by the sheets, but by our bare shoulders, and Abigail's exposed back, it was clear that we weren't wearing much clothing, if any.

"Sorry!" he said, averting his eyes before closing the door a crack. "We...uhhh...we should get going soon. It's almost noon," he finished, a little embarrassed.

Hell, he was embarrassed? I just got walked in on, by my best friend's dad, cuddled up all sexy and naked-like with his daughter, and she had my cock in her hand! Sure, he didn't know that last part, but I sure did.

"Abigail!" I said, shaking her and trying to extricate my cock from her grasp. The harder I tried to pull her hand away, the more firm her grip became causing me to moan. "Abigail, you need to wake up!" I gasped. I was becoming desperate. As much as my body begged for release, the last thing I wanted was for Abigail to wake up covered in my cum.

"I just want to sleep!" she whined, opening her eyes a little as she looked up at me. She stared for a few moments, confused by the panicked expression on my face, before she realized where her hand was. "Oh God!" she laughed, pulling her hand from my cock and rolling onto her back laughing.

As her hand left me, I breathed a sigh of painful relief. I was thankful she found the whole situation funny instead of creepy, and for releasing me before I plastered both of us in my semen.

"Our car is downstairs," Mr. Lockwood called through the door.

"Oh shit!" Abigail said, hearing her father's voice for the first time. Realizing she was naked, she rolled out of bed, but misjudged the distance and shrieked as she tumbled to the floor.

"You girls all right in there?" Mr. Lockwood asked, sounding worried.

"We're fine!" Abigail called back, laughing as she climbed to her feet looking for her clothes. "Lexi is being a klutz!"

"Am not!" I yelled, throwing a pillow at her and causing more giggles.

Taking my cue from Abigail, I tucked my erection back into my panties and slipped out of bed to find my dress. It only took moments for us to get dressed, but Abigail did complain about the few wrinkles that now marred the fabric from spending the night on the floor. Mine was no better, but I was sure we wouldn't be wearing them for long.

As Abigail ran her fingers through her hair, trying to tame it as best she could, I found my heels. There was a little gift bag on one of the dressers, with expensive soaps and lotions, that I used to carry my shoes and money. Making sure I had all of my things, I hitched up my dress with my free hand to keep it off the floor, and Abigail and I exited our room.

"What did you two get up to last night?" Mr. Lockwood said, greeting us.

Abigail and I both blushed, she might not have known her father saw us naked together, but I was sure she hadn't forgot about my cock in her hand just yet. I knew I hadn't.

"I heard you guys coming back in some time after 2am," he said smiling. "You didn't lose all the money you won, did you?" he joked with a smile.

"No, we still have our money," Abigail assured him, realizing we hadn't been as sneaky as she thought last night. I was relieved that he wasn't referring to our state of undress when he peeked in.

"That's good to hear," he said, placing an arm around his daughter and kissing her on the top of her head. "I'm glad you both had fun last night. I would love to stay here longer," he said sighing, "but I have a flight to New Zealand in two hours."

"It's all right," Abigail said, hugging her father. "I'm just glad I got to see you!"

"Me too, Kiddo," he said. "Now if we have everything, I think it's time I dropped you back at your dorm before our limo turns into a pumpkin."

Abigail and I followed her dad down to the limo, both of us barefoot, not wanting to risk heels this soon after waking up. The longer we walked, the softer my erection became and the more prominent the slight throbbing in my head felt. We had definitely let things get a little out of hand on the drinking front.

The ride back to our dorm felt a little awkward for me. Abigail sat between George and I, talking about how much she enjoyed his visit, while I tried to figure out what was going on. My mind wandered for a moment, and before I knew it my cock was growing in my panties again. I couldn't wait to get to our dorm and find a quiet place to furiously masturbate.

"It was a real pleasure to meet you, Lexi," Mr. Lockwood said, taking my hand as we stood outside Evens Hall.

"It was wonderful meeting you to...George," I said, still feeling slightly uncomfortable calling him by his first name.

"I can't tell you how glad I am that my daughter has friends like you and Kennedy here looking out for her," Mr. Lockwood said. "Maybe next time I come out I'll be able to meet her as well."

"I'm sure she would love that," Abigail said.

"All right Sweety, it's time for me to go," he said, turning to hug his daughter. "I'll see you back home for Christmas in a few weeks."

"I love you Daddy!" she said into his chest.

"I love you too!" he replied, giving a farewell wave before he stepped back into the limo and it pulled away.

Abigail and I watched from the sidewalk in front of Evens Hall as the limo disappeared around the corner before hiking up our dresses and making our way upstairs. It was still eerie how quiet it was with everyone gone. At any hour you could usually hear girls laughing, or some ruckus or another. With everyone gone, the only sound was from our bare feet on the carpet runners in the halls. As soon as we made it into our room Abigail collapsed onto her bed staring at the ceiling.

"I'm still exhausted!" she exclaimed. "I think we drank too much last night."

"Well you're the one to blame for that," I said as I put my heels in my closet.

I was still in desperate need of that release, so I quickly slipped out of my dress, carefully laying it out on my bed before throwing on a t-shirt and grabbing my towel. Abigail looked like she was already going back to sleep, and I could feel my favorite shower stall calling my name.

I stripped down the moment the stall door closed, and I turned on the water. Not even waiting for the water to warm, I began to stroke myself. I was already so close to cumming. I leaned my back against the tiled wall as I began to feel tingling bolts of electricity shoot out through my body from my loins. My stroking became faster, and before long, my muscles tensed as I fired rope after rope of cum, painting the opposite wall.

Breathing heavily, I moved under the spray and sat down against the wall, letting the soothing water wash over me. The steam began to rise, and the warmth seemed to ease the dull throbbing in my head. When I finally returned to my room, Abigail was fast asleep on top of her covers, still in her dress. I downed a few aspirin for what was left of my headache, and shedding my towel, crawled into my bed for a nap as well.

*** *** ***

I woke as evening was setting in. The orangish purple glow of the Arizona sunset peeked through the curtains as I slipped from my sheets. Abigail was no longer in her bed and I had the room to myself. I quickly got dressed, still naked from my earlier shower, and listening to the growls from my stomach I went in search of Abigail to see if she wanted to get some dinner. I found her up and dressed, sitting on the couch watching the television.

"Are you hungry?" I asked over her shoulder.

"Starving! I haven't eaten all day," she said, getting up. "I was just thinking about kicking you out of bed to go find some food."

After we grabbed some dinner at Danny's, we decided to get some coffee and sit outside our favorite cafe. Still being the weekend holiday in a small college town, there weren't very many people there. We both plopped down on one of the couches by the outdoor fireplace and sipped on our mocha lattes while we chatted.

"Have you thought about what you're going to spend all that money on?" Abigail asked.

"Not really," I sighed. I really hadn't. It felt strange having so much money.

"Really?" she asked, pulling her leg up on the couch and turning to me. "You haven't thought of a single thing you want to buy?"

"Maybe some more clothes," I mused. "Or a new set of tires for my car."

"Tires!" she laughed. "Please! You win all that money and all you can think about is tires?"

"What would you buy?" I asked defensively.

"I don't know," she mused. "I..." all of a sudden, she got a really pensive look on her face. "I don't really know. I pretty much have everything I want right now."