Thanksgiving with Abigail

"So, um," she murmured, "What's your favorite sex position?"

In the darkness she couldn't see the width of my grin. I rolled onto my side to face her. We were lying on a thick air mattress in the center of the living room. It had been blown up an hour earlier in anticipation of party guests drinking too much and needing a place to pass out. It was the night after Thanksgiving, and on this night the previous evening of stoic family pleasantries and discomforts had evaporated as old friends exchanged hugs and matched shots. I and all my friends from high school, including Abigail, were home from college for a few nights, and we intended to make the most of the short time we had.

The party had been a festive one, and all our geeky party-time favorites had resurged, now with the added lubrication of drink -- games like Mario Kart and Werewolf took on new dimensions as we downed shots between rounds of play. Abigail had boasted at the beginning of the party that she could out-drink me, and the challenge was maintained throughout the night. We laughed and guffawed together, and before long we were light years ahead of our other friends in terms of intoxication.

Throughout high school there had always been a strained attraction and sexual tension between the two of us. Abigail joined my group of friends in our Junior year when she moved to the school district. Though I was an attractive individual, at least in the face, I never had much luck with girls. I found it difficult to relate to them about my interests, with every date I went on ending in mutual dissatisfaction.

Abigail was the first girl I was truly able to get along with. She could chat endlessly about the mythos of the Batman: Arkham games and The Office. She would laugh until she snorted when we watched comedy specials together, and would embark on long, proud explanations of her fantastical lucid dreams. She was wickedly smart, always ready to debate with me about philosophy or politics.

It didn't hurt that she was also gorgeous. She had a round, full face with rosy cheeks. She was pale, and her face was punctuated by chocolatey hazel eyes, speckled with green. Her lips were crimson and full. Her dirty hair was blonde and wavy, flowing was casual carelessness over her shoulders. Abigail's body was just fleshy enough to give her luscious curves in all the right places. Her ample breasts could rarely be contained by any top she wore, a fact that she was clearly proud of, and I knew well the mischievously sweet smile that tugged at her lips whenever she caught any of my other friends glancing at her chest.

In the two years we knew each other before college, I became infatuated with Abigail. However, I deliberately chose not to act on my feelings, naively determined to preserve our friendship above all else. It tormented me every day of high school, but I persevered, and made it to graduation without any physical encounter, at which point I promptly left the state.

Now, after many months away at school, I found myself staring once again into those wide, hazel eyes, illuminated in the room's darkness. During our time apart, she had become even more beautiful, and I, decidedly less awkward. We had stayed up much later than any of the others, playing Lego Star Wars until 3 or 4 in the morning. After finally tearing our reddened eyes away from the screen, we scoured the small student house for a place to crash and found the air mattress to be the only thing unoccupied. There were no spare blankets remaining, so I instinctively wrapped my arm around Abigail's gently shivering body as we lay down. She had eagerly curled up next to me, brushing her lips across my ear as she whispered goodnight.

My body tightened. I felt her warm breasts pressing into my side, undulating slightly with her breathing. I stared up at the ceiling, thoughts racing through my mind too fast to decipher, accelerated by alcohol and lust. I lay this way for several minutes, practically holding my breath and sweating until she stirred, announcing that she couldn't sleep. I exhaled carefully. She began to tell me about a dream she had had the night before, and before long we were exchanging recollections of wild dreams. After a short back-and-forth, she turned the subject to sexual dreams she'd had. My heart pounded ferociously in my chest. I replied with a similar fantasy, to which she did not respond for several gut-clenching seconds. Then she opened her mouth and in a near-silent whisper, asked, "So what's your favorite sex position?"

Her wide eyes stared back at me. She bit her lower lip slightly. I could feel the weight of the question. My head was exploding with excitement.

"Well," I said slowly. I reach across her body, grabbing both her arms. I gently rolled her over into a spooning position. She wiggled her ass slightly against my crotch. I pressed back, feeling myself get hard against her body. "Just like this," I whispered into her ear. My face hovered an inch above hers. She turned to face me. Our mouths touched. Her lips were soft, and she immediately parted them for me, flicking her tongue across my lips. My hands slid across her belly, quickly finding their way under her loose shirt. Her skin was warm. I moved up to her breasts. Her brought her hands to mine, cupping her own tits over my fingers. She squeezed hard into her own flesh. I felt her nipples grow hard and she moaned into my mouth.

Everything in the room but Abigail faded from my awareness. I pushed my tongue deeper into her mouth and pulled aggressively on her nipples. She lifted a hand from mine, reaching backward to touch my chest. She lifted my shirt to feel my chest and abs, then began sliding her hand down into my pants. I was rock hard, and my cock sprang from my pants, gleefully grazing her butt cheeks. She wrapped her hand around me, massaging slowly. She retracted from my kiss, and I opened my eyes to find her gazing back at me. Her mouth curled into a devilish smile, and the small amount of light in the room seemed to all find her eyes, glinting seductively. My hands left her breasts and found the waistband of her skirt. She lifted her hips as I pulled, revealing her round, firm ass. I could feel moisture along the inside of her thighs. My fingers traced it slowly up to her pussy, which was deliciously slick. I started to push my fingers inside her, but she grabbed my hand and pulled it back abruptly. I froze. Had I done something wrong? Gone too far?

My eyes found hers again. She was still smiling.

"I can't fucking wait," she breathed into my ear, and at that moment took firm hold of my cock, pulling it towards her. She rubbed the tip across her sopping entrance, and it quickly found the hole. It took everything in me not to blow my load at that moment. She pushed backwards with her ass, forcing half my length into her. We gasped simultaneously, and she let out a tiny squeak of pleasure. I took a firm hold of her hips and pushed against her, pulling myself out of her until just the tip remained inside. Her pussy glistened with arousal. I reinserted myself slowly, inch after inch disappearing into her.

"Fuck," she moaned, turning her head away from me. She was tight, and a could feel her clenching her pussy lips around my shaft. I pushed deeper, until my entire cock was buried in her. I paused, letting her stretch around my girth. Every slight movement sent waves of ecstasy through my body. We remained like this for several seconds of heavy breathing.

Abigail cleared her throat. "Now that we have that out of the way," she said in a cutesy voice, "I want you to fuck me like a God-damn man." Again, I took all my willpower not to come deep inside her. I grinned like a maniac.

"Yes ma'am," I said. I pulled almost completely out from her, and then slammed back into her pussy with all my strength. She screamed with pleasure, and I quickly covered her mouth with one hand.

"Hush now," I whispered, "We don't want to wake the neighbors." She nodded obediently and pulled one of my fingers into her mouth. My eyes rolled with delight, and I slammed into her again. I heard the thick slap of her ass cheeks against my thighs. Again and again I filled her with my cock. She moaned uncontrollably onto my finger, sucking ferociously. I withdrew it, grabbing a wad of her shirt and pushing it into her mouth. My hand made its way to the back of her head, grabbing a fistful of her hair. I pulled back harshly and again hissed into her ear, "I said you have to be quiet." As I said it I slammed as hard as I could into her rear end. Her muffled wail of pleasure filled the room and I felt the walls of her pussy tighten in orgasm. It was far more than I could handle, and I felt the ejaculation surge through my body as I sprayed semen deep into her vagina.

We lay motionless for a moment as my dick slowly softened, still buried deep in pussy. The mattress between us were sopping wet. I withdrew from her, causing her to gasp in the aftershock of her orgasm. I rolled onto my back, ignoring the trail of fluids I left across the blanket and putting my hands comfortably behind my head. Starting up at the ceiling, I couldn't help but smile. Finally I had something to be thankful for.