Abigail Scholarly Rhode, Abby, to her few friends, was indulging in her favorite past time. "She's a hottie!" she whispered as a busty older woman passed the window of the coffee shop.
"What's that, sweetheart?" her mother asked before taking another sip of her latte.
Abby hadn't meant to say that out loud! Her mother did not favor public displays of her daughter's obvious orientation. So many narrow minded people would talk! Thinking fast, she brought the conversation back to an old favorite subject. "Uh, why did you saddle me with such a dumb name? I don't even like the Beatles, mom!"
Her mother raised an eyebrow. "Darling, be thankful I gave you an English name. Your aunt campaigned long and hard for me to name you after her."
"Rue Morgue Rhode?" Abby shuddered. "Forget I said anything! I love aunt Rue, but she sounds like a character from the Addams Family! Besides, Rue means road. That's a redundant pun!"
"Repetitive, too." The older woman smiled. "I could have named you Amber, after me."
"At least only history buffs would get the stupid historical road pun in YOUR name!"
"Oh hush!" Amber looked at her watch. "I'm off now, sweetheart." She winked at her lovely seventeen year old daughter. "Don't try following me now. I have to finish my Christmas shopping, and I don't want you snooping. Santa wouldn't like that."
"Mother please, I'm not a little kid any more. I know you supply the Christmas presents. I've known for almost six years!" She giggled and gave her mother a wink. "Besides, Santa already knows what I want!"
Amber laughed with her daughter. "That's fine dear. Now, are you sure you don't need a ride home?"
"Mom, I'm perfectly capable of taking the train or bus! Now don't worry about me, and go enjoy your one true love ... Shopping!"
"I should resent you making me sound so shallow, but I simply must make the sale at Nordstrom!"
Abby watched as her mother hustled off. The beautiful blonde seemed oblivious to all the male heads she turned as she charged out of the coffee shop. Every eye in the place seemed locked onto the sway of her hips as the curvy woman sashayed out the door and back into the mall proper. Mom would insist on wearing such a short jacket over one of her vintage dresses. Good Grief. The sight of that firm round ass making gentle figure eights as she walked could cause traffic accidents!
"It's too bad these poor jerks don't stand a chance with her." Abby muttered as she fidgeted in her seat. There was no way mom would ever consider leaving the woman Abby knew as aunt Rue! They had been married long before the laws changed to actually permit such a loving bond and finally let her mother publicly take the name of Rhode. That was why mom was so wary of Abby drawing attention to her orientation. The world was still too full of puritanical fools and downright evil judgmental creeps that would love to cause trouble for anyone whose life didn't fit their neat little molds.
The redhead stayed seated at the coffee shop until long after she finished her drink. Thinking of mom and aunt Rue together had its usual effect. Abby had to wait for her erection to lose interest before she got up. She had forgotten to strap herself down, and would have made quite a spectacle of herself, running around with a big tent in her skirt!
Abby just wandered the mall for a while, enjoying the hustle and bustle of Christmas shoppers. She was an old hand at girl watching, and unlike the leering of most guys, could indulge in her passion without raising suspicion in the minds of the lovely females she adored. "Damn, I'd love to lose my virginity before Christmas!" she whispered to herself while casually entering a lingerie shop.
Abby loved to quietly observe beautiful women buying pretty bras and panties. That was something guys could NEVER get away with! Abby just had to make some small purchase, and nobody would be the wiser at her gathering of memories to fuel her nightly masturbation sessions. Heck, sometimes she risked it and went for a quick rub and tug in the ladies room right in the mall. It was safe enough, as long as she used the handicapped stall and kept a handkerchief stuffed in her mouth to muffle the moans.
She sighed, whispering to herself. "I'd really love to "do it" before entering the Air Force Academy"
"May I help you?" a very sexy saleswoman asked, causing Abby to nearly jump out of her shoes.
"Um, j-just browsing!" she gasped, before hurrying out of the store.
Trying not to run, the flustered redhead made her escape. "This is stupid!" she scolded. "All the futanari in Japanese cartoons and internet fap stories just take what they want!" she lowered her voice. "Why do I get so nervous around pretty girls? I should just grab someone in the ladies room, and screw her in a stall!" Abby's face went flush, and her stupid cock twitched and throbbed to attention.
Shaking her head, the teen tried to force her intense fantasies of glorious non-consensual breeding sex out of her mind. "I gotta watch that now that I was accepted! The Academy has a strict morals code, and they won't even consider anyone with dependants!" she sighed. "When I finally get lucky, I had better make damn sure to use a condom! I don't want any little mommy to squeal and tell them I'm a daddy, or sire, or whatever you call it. The brass will know I have a dick since I passed my physicals. They'd kick me right out if they discovered I knocked some girl up." She couldn't help a little grin. "At the very least, I better make fuckin' sure she'll never be able to identify me! I wonder where I can get some date rape drugs. It's a darn good thing my DNA isn't in anyone's data banks! One little slip and they'll toss me out. I'll never become an astronaut."
Coat buttoned tight, the teen walked to the train station. As with her mother, Abby was oblivious to the plentiful male attention her lovely face, blazing red hair, and long shapely legs drew. Thankfully it was winter. Her coat helped hide her ample bust from those staring hungry eyes.
She jumped when a hand slapped against her backside. Spinning around, she looked down into the laughing eyes of Lisa Chow, her classmate and only close real friend. "Hey Abs, you gotta keep aware of your surroundings." The lovely girl said cheerfully. "I called your name twice, but you didn't even hear me."
"Hey yourself, pip-squeak." The redhead answered, thankful that her petite friend had no idea that she had been practically drooling over the attractive mother and daughter she had been stalking, uh, walking behind. "I just have a lot on my mind."
"Pip-squeak?" The beautiful raven haired girl stood tall, as tall as her four foot eight build would allow. "I should be angry at that, but I know the score. You're just jealous that I'm every guy's walking wet dream! Who would look at a big titty redhead if there's a seventeen year old China doll around, who could pass herself off as a delicious little loli ten year old?"
"Holy shit Lisa, you're a damn pervert!" Abby gasped, grateful that her heavy coat hid the sudden rise of her ten inch penis. After all, Lisa wasn't just a guy's wet dream star!
"Sorry Abs." She grinned wickedly. "I forget how much of a puritan you are." She laughed. "You're still coming, right?"
Abby's embarrassment was real. "You should have heard my mom!" She continued in a snooty voice. "You simply must stop reading those dusty old books. There is more to a young woman's life than studying. Make some friends!" She grimaced. "When she found out your New Year's bash was a slumber party for just a few classmates that sealed the deal."
"Dammit, being in an all girl school sucks!" Lisa grabbed Abby's hands. "Just don't breathe a word about mom and dad going out! They have their own party to go to! Colleen says she can get her hands on the key to her mother's liquor cabinet and I'm throwing in three bottles of rice wine someone sent daddy. They didn't know he only drinks American beer and Kentucky whiskey since he became a citizen."
Abby grinned, the ghost of an idea forming in her fevered imagination. Lisa was so tiny; it wouldn't take much to get her totally passed out drunk. If she stayed sober while the other girls got smashed too, and if she was very lucky, perhaps she could arrange some quality time with her friend during the sleepover! Her cock throbbed at the idea. Nobody would ever know! She'd just be sure to bring along a package of condoms so she wouldn't leave a mess behind to worry her friend the next morning, or more importantly, in nine months. "Lisa, I bet I can swipe a bottle of Vodka from my aunt Rue. She thinks I don't know where she and mom stash the good stuff!"
"Good deal! I'll see you later. I've got shopping to finish!"
Abby watched as her friend hurried off. "I wonder what she'd say if she knew just how much Asian porn I watch, pretending it's her. Too bad I can never admit what I am to her!" With a sigh, she continued on her way.
Hurrying on to the train station, she caught something out of the corner of her eye. Stopping, she turned and stared at a little shop. Just yesterday it had been dark and vacant. Now, it was a brightly lit used book store. Abby laughed at the sign in the window. "Life Before E-readers" was a great name for a used book store! Her eyes wandered to a card mounted on the door. "Psychic readings by appointment only." She laughed again. "You have got to be kidding me!" She went in anyway, having a weakness for the printed word.
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