Chapter 12: Lovers in Eden

I’ll be spending most of the day on Sunday with my parents. Mom has a luncheon meeting with the ladies from her charity group and Dad needs to run a few errands. After that, Mom wants to make sure we have time together before I go back to Milverton.

She says I don’t give her enough details about life at school with my calls and texts. Moms can be that way. Half of what goes on, there is no way I would tell her about anyway. What son would discuss things with his mother like; “Hey, Mom let me tell you about this interesting woman named Leona, she’s known as The Super Sucker,” or, “Abby’s on the pill now so I don’t need to use a condom anymore. Woo hoo!” and, “Did you know Belinda and Patrick break furniture while having sex?” I know, I know, there’s plenty of other things I can talk about. I’ll try my best to liven up my parent-friendly college experiences for her.

Luke is out with Megan and will be working this afternoon. I sure hope he’s serious about quitting the pot. He seemed sincere last night, but part of me wonders if his claims of straightening-up isn’t a damage-control move on his part. I guess we’ll have to wait and see...

At noon, Mom has her meeting and Dad needs to run his errands. He invited me to come along, but I remember that Sonia wants to meet Abby. Having lunch at Pizza Depot, of course, Sonia and Abby hit it off. They hit it off so good, it’s almost like they already know each other by the way they were both chattering non-stop. I can’t get a word in edge-wise. Abby laughs at how Sonia calls me, Honey-Pie.

Before we left, Sonia assured Abby that she found a good guy in me. Leaning in, she whispers, “Your Abby is a true sweetheart, Honey-Pie! A keeper, for sure!”

Mom and Dad offer to take me out for dinner this afternoon, but I asked if we could stay home to eat. When I was growing up, going out to eat was considered a treat, but now I eat out pretty much every day, even if it is only in the cafeteria. It’s funny how much I’ve grown to miss Mom’s home-cooking being away. I’ll help Mom make her heavenly lasagna, yum!

On Monday morning, I got up before everyone had to leave. I’ll probably be well on my way back to Northbrook before they get home. A couple of toots from a car horn in the driveway is for Luke, Megan is picking him up for school.

Dad and I shake hands and pat backs when it’s his time to go to work. Mom, understandably, is a little emotional, hugging me on her way out. I assured her that I will be back in a month; the time will pass quickly. She reminds me to take some of the leftover lasagna with me, she doesn’t need to tell me twice.

I remember how I cherished those times of having the house to myself before starting college, it was like, Yesss! Freedom! Now, with everyone on their way to work and school, the house seems too quiet.

At 8;30 or so, Abby calls, “Hi Kyle, what are you doing?”

“Not much, bored, just watching some TV.”

“Do you want to be bored together?”

“Yeah, want me to come get you?”

“My dad is going to work at 9:30, I can ask him to drop me off at your house on his way.”

“That sounds great.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

A half-hour later, I hear the doorbell and let Abby in. Kissing me, she says, “I’m glad you weren’t sleeping in today. With both my parents at work, the house would have been so quiet.”

“I know the feeling...”

“Do you still want to go to Lovers in Eden with me?” she giggles.

“Sure, we can do that.”

“I looked it up and the store doesn’t open till 11:30.”

“We can find something on TV till then if you want?”

“Okay.”

As I flick through channels, we can’t find anything interesting to watch, nothing but boring morning talk shows. Abby gets up and paces around the family room looking at pictures we have on the walls. Pictures taken on family vacations and school portraits of Luke and I at various ages. “Aww, you were so cute as a kid,” she muses, looking at my second-grade picture.

“We both went to Rosen Elementary school; you remember me from then, don’t you?”

“I do, but we were kids and all boys had cooties,” she laughs.

“It was the girls that had the cooties,” I playfully correct her.

She turns and looks at me, “What exactly were the cooties anyway?”

“I don’t know, but we all knew to stay away from them.” Kids and the opposite sex having cooties, how quickly that thought pattern vaporized at puberty.

She looks at pictures of young Luke. “Your brother has a mischievous look in his eyes in a lot of these, what was he like?”

“A little hellion. Still can be,” I laugh.

“What happened with you catching him smoking marijuana?”

“We talked on Saturday night and he says he’s done with it. I hope he’s serious.”

“What’s your room like, can you show it to me?”

“Sure, it’s this way,” I lead her down the hall.

“Wow! You sure keep it clean.”

“That’s Mom’s handiwork, she tidied it up after I moved to the dorm.”

“I’ve never been in a guy’s bedroom before,” she says, looking around at my knick-knacks on the shelves and dresser; a miniature die-cast model version of my Jeep and a couple of dream cars, Lamborghinis and Ferraris. She likes my little collection of Walking Dead zombies and Star Wars things.

Abby sits on my bed, making herself at home. Slipping her shoes off, she lays back, running her hands over my comforter, “So this is your bed ... It’s comfy, I like it.”

Seeing Abby sprawl on my bed is turning me on. She smiles and scoots over for me to lay with her. I think we’re both on the same wavelength here, she didn’t want to come over to watch TV or look at old family pictures. I kick my shoes off and lay with my girl, silently communicating with our eyes as we begin to kiss and nuzzle. This leads to some fooling around and playful tickliing which leads to the lifting off of each other’s shirts. With Abby’s bra removed, I play with her nipples, feeling them grow firm between my fingers. Her breasts are so soft and warm in my hands. I pull her to me and put my face in, totally loving on them. Abby arches her back, pushing to me, reveling in the attention.

She returns the attention by kissing on my chest, licking my nipples, and pinching them between her lips. I squirm a little, it tickles, but it feels good too. She kisses further down my belly towards my belt line. Resting her hand on me, she finds I’m already super-hard and ready to go. “Wow, Kyle!” she laughs, squeezing my bulge, “Maybe, you better take these jeans off before you burst that zipper!”

Slipping out of our pants and underwear, sitting naked now facing each other. My happy fingers find their way between her legs to play with her returning pubes. They feel so nice and soft, not prickly like when they started growing back in. Abby is watching what I’m doing, “You know, it just hit me, I stopped shaving those around the same time you stopped shaving this,” she pulls at my little goatee.

“You’re right,” I say leaning in and kissing.

Her curious hand wanders between my legs, playing in my pubes and then with my cock. I look down and see her holding it alongside splayed fingers like she’s measuring. She’s comparing my length with the distance from the tip of her thumb to the end of her pinky finger. “What are you doing?” I ask.

She clutches me tight, feeling my thickness and giggles, “Just taking mental notes of your size.”

“Want me to get a ruler?”

“No, I can remember like this. It’s for when I look for a toy.”

“Ah, okay. So, I guess whipping it out in the store for comparison is out of the question?” I laugh.

“Oh, Kyle! No!” she smacks my thigh, “But, that would be funny though.”

I lay her on the bed; I want to be with her, to be inside her ... I need to be in her. Abby parts her legs and uses her fingers to spread open her soft lips to me. Now tell me, is there a visual more inviting than this?

Lining myself up, I gently ease in, “Ahhh, yesss...” Her silky warmth, tightly hugging is so welcoming. Before I begin the motions, I hold still, fully inserted, smile, and close my eyes; what a beautiful moment to savor how good she feels...

A slow dance to begin, I pull my hips back and then ease forward, pulling back, then in again. Every single one of my 7,000-plus nerve endings in my penis are communicating pure pleasure as we begin our sensual, missionary waltz.

“Ohhh ... Kyle,” Abby purrs, lifting her legs and locking them around my lower back, “You feel so good...”

I gradually increase the rhythm and intensity as her surrounding legs are keeping time, pulling me to her on each in-stroke. This is all so perfect, truly one of those times when having sex is so completely natural. It’s not always a discussed or planned thing, it just happens. You just know you both need it and this is one of those times.

In a way, I sort of feel like I’m back in high school doing this in here, the personal Eden of my bed in my room. It makes me remember a time that I was almost caught when Luke came home early. Speaking of that, there’s a slight possibility he could come home for lunch being that he rode with Megan this morning. I reach for my phone to check the time, 10:00 am; we’re safe, we have a couple of hours.

“Are you wanting to take sex pictures?” Abby asks, seeing me look at my phone.

Sounds good to me, “Yeah, I can do that.”

Balancing on one arm above her, I try my best to snap a few, in-the-act, close-ups. “Oh, yeah! These should be some nice ones,” I snicker.

Abby thinks it’s funny watching my struggles to maneuver the phone between us for different angles. As I’m sliding myself in and back while taking shots at various depths of insertion, I lose my balance and collapse on top of her. Our faces are now an inch apart and she’s laughing, “Well, hi there!” and offers, “Hand it to me, I’ll take some.” On her back, with both hands-free, she has a much easier time clicking off a complete frame-by-frame series detailing exactly how we have sex.

In and out, in and out, I keep a nice slow pace so she can capture every aspect of the moment. Several dozen cock-in-pussy pictures later, Abby puts the phone down to enjoy our coupling.

She’s so wet and lubricated today, both of our crotch areas are wet and glistening. “We needed this,” she grins, “I’m so glad we have time with no one home.”

“Me too!” I agree, on the pullback.

“I’ve been wanting you since we left Northbrook.”

“You have?” I ask, sliding in.

“Uh-huh...” she nods, “Push it all the way in, as far as you can go...”

Sinking in, balls-deep, our pubic areas are pressed tight. “Ahh ... yeah, just like that...” she closes her eyes and murmurs. “Gimme a second to enjoy how you fill me up.”

Her hands on my hips signal when she’s ready for me to resume the motions. Between her knees, my bare ass cheeks are steadily rising and falling. Each exhilarating motion of withdrawing and re-entering advances me that much closer to my time of exploding.

“Kyle?”

“Yeah?”

“Remember how we were talking about oral sex on the drive here?”

“Uh-huh...”

“That made me so horny.”

“Me too. Remember how hard I got?”

She nods that she does. Sensing my approaching climax, she asks, “Before you cum, can you put your mouth on me? ... Please say yes!”

“Sure, I can do that.”

The huge smile on Abby’s face says it all as I scoot down. Laying on my chest with my face in her pussy, I start with some fun nosing around in her short pubic hairs. It’s as soft on my face as I was hoping it would be and I like this a lot. I’m so glad she’s growing them back and this is going to be even more fun when it’s grown in full.

Again, she uses her fingers to gently part the petals of her beautiful flower. I really love seeing her do that, especially up close like this. I open my mouth wide and completely cover her little mound. Inside this space, my tongue has fun licking and playing with her bright pink engorged pearl. The skin of her spread folds is so silky smooth and deliciously incredible.

I’m so charged-up right now, I need to be careful how much I move my own body. Just like when I was doing this to her at Valley Pines last weekend, my cock is sandwiched underneath me. Even the slightest movements of rubbing it too much on the bed could pull my trigger and cause me to shoot the cream.

After multiples of pleasing sucks on her magic button, I let my tongue slide down and right on up into her opening. She feels a little looser today like it’s stretched a bit. Stands to make sense it would be; I was just pushing my cock all the way to the hilt in here. It does make it easier for me to wiggle in nice and deep.

“Oh, Oh, Oh, OH, Kyle! Yessss!” she’s huffing and panting above me. “I love when you do that!” more huffing and panting, “Don’t stop!”

She grabs the underside of her knees, pulling them up as she pushes her pelvis at me. Rubbing her wet, slippery pussy all over my face, I hear her moaning, “Ohhh god, this feels soooo good! It’s like I can’t spread my legs wide enough!”

I quickly pop up to tell her, “You’re doing great,” and then dive right back into her luscious essence. With my tongue tickling as deeply inside her as it can, I brush my nose across her firm little clit for even more stimulation. This makes her legs start flapping up and down, opening and closing on the sides of my head. She’s beginning her pronounced dance of bouncing as her euphoria builds. I put my hands on her belly to help keep her stationary.

Gripping the back of my head with her hands, Abby is, again, forcing her legs apart and mashing my face into her hot space. My tongue is extended inside as far as it physically can and her inner pussy muscles contracting around it. It’s like they’re trying to grip it and pull it in even farther. I’ve briefly felt this awesome sensation last weekend, but this is much more pronounced.

Quickly panting, “Oh, Kyle! Oh, Kyle! Oh, Kyle!” Abby’s thighs clamp in, trapping me in place. With one last sustained cry of, “OOHHHHhhhhhh!”, her body shudders from a super-intense orgasm.

When her thighs release their grip on me, I look up and see Abby completely out of breath, eyes glazed and looking up at the ceiling. She’s regaining herself like she’s just crossed the finish line of a lengthy marathon and realizing she’s won.

And that ... that, is how I love making her cum!

She holds her arms out for me and I crawl to her. Reaching behind my neck, she pulls my face to her, kissing me wildly. The sloppy wetness of her sex is of no matter to her as she opens her mouth over mine, letting her tongue in to play.

“Thank you sooo much! That felt sooo gooood!”

She pulls me down on top of her and whispers in my ear, “I wanna suck on you now, I wanna suck you so hard...” Truly wonderful words no guy on this planet would ever object to.

Abby has me lay on my back and positions herself between my legs. “I have an idea I want to try.”

“What’s that?” I ask.

She grabs the pillows, “Lift up and let me slide these under you.” I do and she puts them under my lower back to prop up my crotch area. “There we go, this will make it easier for me to kiss these,” she says, patting my balls. I like the sound of that!

“Works for me,” I exclaim. She remembers how much I like when she shows special attention on my two little plums.

“Oops, I made a spot here,” she tells me, looking down at the bed on the spot her pussy was when I made her cum. I can’t see because it’s between my legs and my raised lower body is blocking my view.

“Don’t worry about it, no biggie,” I tell her.

Abby starts by rubbing her face all over in my pubes, commenting, “I love how soft these are.” Continuing her build-up of what’s to come, she has fun kissing the inner-most part of my thighs, especially in the creases of my pubic line. “And, you smell really good too!”

These pillows under me work perfectly for her to maneuver her tongue around the circumference of my boys. Traveling in circles, I take in quick breaths when she glides along the bottom side, that feels so good. Next, she licks all over their entire surface area from bottom to top.

“Is there any part that is more sensitive?” she stops to ask.

“Yeah, right down here feels awesome,” I say, touching my taint area and the bottom side of my pouch.

“Okay,” she giggles and resumes, showing extra attention on the magic spot. I’m in heaven! Abby opens her mouth over my eggs and sucks them in. Gripping her hand, she strokes me at the same time. Oh man, and I thought I was in heaven a minute ago!

She switches and takes my cock in her mouth, now rubbing her hand on my balls. She said she wanted to suck me hard, and that’s exactly what she’s doing! “Mmmmm...” I hum as she slides up and down. I understand what she meant by not being able to spread her legs wide enough for me, this is exactly what I’m experiencing. I repeat her move and reach under my knees to pull my legs apart as wide as they will go.

“Ohhhh...” I moan, “This feels awesome...” This wonderful sucking combined with her fingers playing on my sweetbreads all too soon pushes me to my point of no return.

“I’m gonna cum,” I tell her.

She slips her mouth off and grabs me with her right hand, rapidly yanking it. “I wanna see you do it!” she excitedly yelps.

A thick airborne string of white suddenly appears, shooting straight-up a good foot and a half. This causes Abby to noticeably flinch before it falls and lands on the bed between us. This is followed by three more equally powerful bursts that rise and fall to splatter-paint my comforter in a wet, white, pearly hue. Naturally, the next rounds don’t launch quite as high as the velocity of my discharging semen diminishes. Have you ever noticed how it’s those first shots that really blast out with such pent-up power behind them? The final spurts of my larger than normal ejaculation lazily ooze out, running over her gripping fingers and drip down into the wet mess.

“Wow! Wow!” she says in amazement.

I need a moment to catch my wits after that, much-needed, release. I’m glad she liked my little blow-out-my-cream show. Being that this was the first time she witnessed me doing this, I can’t help feeling proud at how I just let loose with one extremely impressive cum.

“Oh, Kyle, that was perfect! I liked watching you do that!”

I pull the pillows out and sit up with Abby. “I was going to warn you that it can shoot pretty far sometimes, but I didn’t have time. You just saw it for yourself anyway.”

“Yeah, I did! If I had known it was going to do that, I would have taken a video!”

“Maybe another time.” Hmmm, a video of how I ejaculate, interesting idea. We could loop it on repeat to make look like I’m shooting gallons, hahaha! “I’m just glad I didn’t hit you in the face or anything.”

“It wouldn’t have bothered me if you did. And, you know what was really cool?”

“What?” I ask.

“The hand I had on your balls slipped down below them as you were cumming and I could feel your little area contracting like a pump.”

“You felt my Kegel muscles working.”

“Your what?”

“My cum-pumping muscles,” I laugh and lay back, spreading my legs, “Here, touch that spot.” She puts her fingers on my taint as I flex it. “Is this what you felt?”

“Yes! That’s exactly it. Do you consciously do that, pump out your cum?”

“No, it’s all pretty automatic. Once I start, everything operates on its own.”

“That’s how it is for me too. When the feel-good kicks in, it runs its course.” She pauses and asks, “Does your sperm fly out like that every time?”

“Not always, it’s more likely to if I haven’t done it in a few days.”

“Oh, sort of like a pent-up energy thing?”

“Yeah, you could say that. If I do a lot of ... you know...” I hand mime jacking-off, “Over several days in a row, it will only shoot maybe an inch or two at most.”

I like how Abby is fascinated with how everything works between my legs as I am with hers. I used to think girls knew everything when it came to sex, but they don’t, none of us do. It’s great how we can explore sex and are open enough to talk about the details too.

“Caroline told me a lot of guys like to, ‘choke their chickens,’ as she calls it, in the shower.”

“I have, on rare occasions, but it’s not my favorite place. I prefer to be laying on my bed and comfortable.”

“Do the guys in your dorm do that in the showers? Choke their chickens all over the place?” she giggles.

“Let’s just say, I wear my flip-flops and try not to think too much about it,” I laugh.

“Oh, wow! Look at this,” she says, rubbing her hand over the wet, dark patch on comforter between us. With what was there from her, plus the addition of my airborne squirtings, we’ve made quite a substantial wet spot. “Should we wash it?” she asks.

“We won’t have time, let’s flip it over, the comforter looks the same on both sides.”

“Or...” Abby’s thinking, “We could use a hairdryer on it.”

“Yeah, that might work,” I say, hopping up, going to the bathroom to look for one.

“Look at you, running around your house naked!” Abby grins.

I look back, smirk, and shrug, “Not the first time.”

I find a hairdryer, plug it, and turn it on. As I’m waving it back and forth, Abby notices the spot is drying, “It’s working!” she shouts over the noise.

“Yeah, it is!”

I can smell my cum and her pussy juices in the hot air blowing back up. “Ahhh!” I breathe in and laugh, “Nothing quite like the smell of hot-sex, is there?”

Abby waves her hand, “If you say so!”

I’m sure a few sprays of air fresher will mask the stale erotic aromas permeating the room. It takes about five minutes, but no more wet-spot. “How did you know this trick?” I ask, shutting off the hairdryer.

“I spilled water on my bed once and didn’t feel like changing the sheets, I used mine to dry it up.”

I run my hand over the spot, it’s dry, but the fabric feels stiff, like it’s been starched.

While I’m thinking of it, I grab my phone to look at our new pictures. “Oh, wow! These are some really good ones,” I say, scrolling through picture after picture of our connection. I show Abby and she nods with approval. My kinky side is blown away at how crystal-clear and incredible the details are, a person could count every one of our pubic hairs if they wanted to. Marveling over these new images, I notice how even the ones when I was balancing on one arm came out nice. I send the pics to Abby’s phone and remind her, “Make sure you put them in that secret file I set up.”