Kyle's Story - Book 3

by JTrevor

This is a work of fiction. Although it is written in the form of an autobiography, it is not one. Names, characters, incidents, certain locations and businesses are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

©Copyright 2020 JTrevor

Author's Note: For Book 3 I will be doing something new. At the end of each chapter I will be providing Author's Notes, that is, some insight into the writing of that chapter. There will be NO spoilers in this notes. If you don't wish to read them, that's fine too.

Chapter 1 - That's What Friends Are For

Sunday evening, after Mom, Dad, and Luke left to return home from their visit, I spend time with Abby watching American Pie together. She asks if I would like to stay overnight again, but we both knew our hormones would probably get the better of us and we'd be having sex before the clock struck midnight. It's not that I don't want to have sex with Abby, it's that her body needs a few days to recover. The first time is a big deal for anyone, and for a girl, not only is it emotionally huge, but physically as well.

The facts are that certain muscles in her vagina were stretched and worked in ways they never were before, they just need time to relax. Think of it as when you begin a new workout regimen, muscle groups that haven't been worked very hard will be sore for a few days. You need to let them rest, get accustomed to the new activity, and everything will be fine.

And before you say it, this dialogue is not designed to serve as a clever way for me to tell you that I have a huge member, because I don't; I'm an average guy. I'm perfectly happy with what I have and not endowed with, how did Belinda put it - some sort of super-cock.

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"Hey, Kyle," Alex greets me as I let myself into the room.

"Hey, Alex, how's it going?

"Ah, not too bad."

"Sorry, I haven't been around much this weekend. Seeing Abby, my family, you know …"

"It's okay, man, you have your life to live too."

"So, what's new?" I ask.

"Not much, hanging out with Zach mostly" he replies. "Oh, my breathing machine comes next week, it should help with my snoring."

"That's good. Hopefully, you'll get better sleep too."

"Yeah, I wake up so tired all the time."

While I'm thinking of it, I grab my backpack and stuff a couple of boxes of condoms in the side pocket to keep with me. I want to be prepared because I know as soon as Abby is feeling up to par, we're definitely going to need them. Alex is watching and laughs. "So, I take it things must be going very well with your friend Abby?"

"Yeah … kind of," I admit with a smirk.

Alex and I play the Star Wars Battlefront XBox game that Luke bought me for my birthday, but soon we're both yawning and decide to call it a night. Lights out and getting into our beds, it's back to the grind tomorrow. I still have an assignment to finish after getting side-tracked on Saturday, but I should have enough time between classes to get it done.

As I'm drifting off, Alex asks, "You still awake, Kyle?"

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Last week Gail told me she just wants to be friends only."

"Aw, man, that stinks …" Relegated to the friend zone. Isn't that just the suckiest thing to hear when you like a girl? A true buzzkill if there ever was one.

"Tell me about it. Saturday afternoon she called the guys and said she wasn't going to make it to our Magic Club meeting, something came up again."

"Well, sometimes people do have things they need to do."

"I know, but ever since that night of that party, it's like something has changed and now she's not interested in me anymore."

"I thought you apologized and worked things out from that fiasco?" I ask.

"So, did I … but I'm getting a bad feeling she met another guy."

"Why do you think that?"

"Call it a hunch … a gut instinct."

"Anything is possible I guess …"

"She was like the perfect girl, Kyle, kinda geeky like me, loves playing Magic, and cute as … cute as hell. She even told me she's never had a boyfriend before so she's probably a virgin like I am."

"I know saying this is so … what's the word … cliché? But try not to get hung up on just one girl." I stop and think to myself. Isn't this the exact same advice I heard, for how many years, waiting for Tiffany to finally come around? It's just a variation of the 'ol plenty of fish in the sea speech, but I honestly don't know what else to say.

"I know, but most of the girls around here are so … out of my league, do you know what I mean?"

"Now you're just being self-defeating, Alex. And I know I probably sound like your mom when I say this, but maybe the perfect girl is here and you just haven't met her yet."

"Yeah …" I hear him choke back a sniffle.

I know he's upset, and it is hard, trust me, I know that hurt very well because I've been there too. Sensitive guys tend to set our hearts on that one someone and when it doesn't work out, it destroys us. We really do feel lost and hopeless.

A few minutes of quiet time pass, then Alex says, "She doesn't need to stop coming to the Magic meetings, she's a great player. I can stop going if she's uncomfortable with me being there."

"Did you say anything that might make her feel that way? Like when she told you she only wanted to be friends?"

"No, not at all. I was nice, I told her it was okay, and that I understood."

"Then don't stop doing something you enjoy. Give it time, Alex, maybe she'll come around."

"Yeah … maybe she's just a nervous type about dating or something?"

"Could be … In the meantime, let's see what we can do about getting your mind off things. How about we do something tomorrow, just you and me. Who knows, maybe we'll get lucky and find a girl that would love for you to ask her out."

"Thanks, Kyle. I'm not holding my breath on finding my Miss Right that easily," he forces a small laugh, "but I appreciate you trying to make me feel better."

"That's what friends are for. I've gone through this same thing too, everyone has."

You might be thinking, who am I to talk after how easily Renee and Tiffany worked out for me. Yes, Renee certainly did, but remember, I had my heart set on Tiffany for years before she saw me as more than just a guy-friend. There were also other girls through high school that caught my eye, got my heart beating, and ended up leaving me where Alex is right now; Karla Whittington in 10th Grade English Class comes to mind.

As I'm just about to drift off into dreamland, Alex disgustedly asks, "Damn, Kyle, what the hell did you eat today?"

I'm smelling something pretty rank in the air too. "That ain't me, dude!" Oh my god, this stink is beyond awful, worse than the raunchiest farts I've ever smelled! What the hell is going on? A major sewer-line backup caused by too much semen in the drains or something?

I hop down out of bed and flick on the light. Nothing appears out of order in the room, but I do hear a very faint hissing sound. There's a small plastic hose sticking in from under the door, I grab the knob and fling it open. And here it is, an aerosol can of Frank's Big Can-'O-Farts on the floor. It has a small plastic tube attached to the nozzle with tape over the top to keep it depressed. I quickly reach down, pick it up and pull the tape off to stop the noxious emissions.

"It's gotta be those stupid fuckers in 408," I mutter.

"Oh, god, I gotta get out of here or I'm gonna puke!" Alex says, flinging off his blanket and jumping out of bed.

Opening the window and leaving the door open to air the room out, we go to the Common Room to wait. Staying out here for a half-hour we keep a close eye on our open door down the hall. I gotta laugh to myself over this childishness and wonder how that bologna I stuffed in their air vent is smelling these days.

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On Monday, it's raining. Abby and I have lunch together and work on getting caught up with our homework in the Study Area, she's a little behind from the weekend too. I tell her how my roommate is feeling down and that I have plans to do something with him later; she thinks that's very nice for me to do.

We make plans to see each other tomorrow after I get off work at 8:00, maybe we'll watch the second American Pie movie, Abby really liked the first one. With a smirk, she tells me how she feels like a naughty girl watching those kinds of movies and that doing naughty stuff with me is something she's liking.

After dinner, it's still raining, so Alex and I stay at the dorm. We play some games of pool in the First Floor Common Room. Well, he plays pool, I knock the balls around like an idiot. I'm not very good at this game, but he's patient and shows me a few pointers. Tonight, there are a lot of fellow Everett Hall residents gathered here including plenty of girls. As a matter of fact, there are two cute ones playing Pool at the other table. I nudge Alex that maybe he should go see if they want to join us.

He's nervous about approaching them, which I can understand, it's always awkward, but he's a true trooper and invites them for a four-player game of Eight-Ball - girls against the boys. I have a feeling that I won't be a very good teammate, but this is about him meeting people, not about us winning the game.

The girls are Nicole and Maria and they're roommates on the 3rd Floor. We play several games and have a fun time. It doesn't necessarily mean anything, but from what I could tell, neither of them talked about any boyfriends.

This is what Alex needs, to get out and do things he's good at - and hopefully meet some new people in the process. We can't expect to sit back in our comfort zones and hope some girl, by chance, falls into our laps. Well, again, who am I to talk, Renee literally hopped on my lap AND on my- but that's beside the point here. For Alex, one of his comfort zones is the Magic - The Gathering club and those tend to be a male majority activity. I'm not saying he shouldn't enjoy his game meets, just that he would have a better chance of meeting girls if he was to broaden his horizons and think outside the box a bit. Focus on things that he likes, and things that girls like too.

Later that night in our room, he says, "That was fun, Kyle, thanks."

"Yeah, I had fun too … even though I suck at Pool."

"Ahh, you weren't that bad …" Then he adds, "Well … maybe a little."

"At least I can count on you being honest."

"And those girls did say they like to play often," he muses to himself.

"There you go! Get down there and check it out every now and then. If you see them, ask if they want to play a game."

"Yeah …" he nods. "I will." After a bit, he adds, "I still feel down about Gail though."

"I know, Alex … give it time."

"It's not like this is the first time I've had my heart broken, but for some reason, it really, really hurts this time."

"Maybe you got your heart a little to set on her because she likes Magic?"

"Yeah, probably …"

"I know a lot of what I say, you probably already know, but I'm trying my best."

"You're a good friend, Kyle. Thanks for putting up with me."

"Putting up with you? No, it's not like that. I'm your friend and I'm here for you. As I said last night, that's what friends are for."

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The next day, Tuesday, the rain has finally stopped, and the weather is noticeably cooler from the hot and humid weekend we just had. It's the very first sign of autumn inching its way in after summer played one last song to say don't you forget about me.

In the morning Rachel and I go for a good run, it feels good to work my legs after a few days of sitting around. I tell her about what happened on Saturday, well not everything, just the parts about me almost getting heat-stroke and Abby nursing me back to health. She agreed that it was pretty stupid of me to run in that heat with no water.

"So, how are you and Abby doing?"

"Great," I nod.

"I can tell," she smiles. "You have a certain look in your eyes, they sparkle when you talk about her. You really like her, don't you, Kyle?

"Yeah … she's something special."

"Good for you! You're a great guy and she's a lucky girl."

"Thanks, Rachel."

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A half-hour before I'm done at work, I receive a text from Abby, "Can I come to see you tonight instead of you coming here?"

"Sure, what's going on?"

"Bitch-Face is driving me nuts! I need to get out of here." Bitch-Face is Abby's new name for Belinda.

"I should be back to the dorm at about 8:30."

"Perfect! Love you and see you soon!" followed by a slew of kissy-face emojis.

"I love you too!" I couldn't find the same kissy face emojis to send back, but Abby can show me where they are later.

Back in our room, I see Alex is out, probably with Zach. That's good, he needs to stay busy with friends to help him keep his mind off Gail. Just as I change out of my work clothes, there's a knock on the door.

"Hi, Kyle!"

"Hi, Abby. Come in."

We kiss, and hug - and hug and kiss. Even though we had lunch together earlier today, you would think we haven't seen each other in months by the way we're carrying on. "So, what's going on with Belinda?" I ask. "I thought she was keeping her distance?"

"Me too, but that sure didn't last long. She's back to being her usual bitchy self again, complaining the house is a mess, dishes are dirty, all that crap."

"Should have told her if she doesn't like it, she can do it herself."

"Oh, I did! And did that ever feel good! But it just led to a screaming match … that's why I had to get out of there."

"Well …" I present the room with my arm out like a furniture salesman selling an oversized couch. "We've got this place all to ourselves."

"I see that," she grins. "Can I see what it's like up in your loft bed?"

"Sure, climb on up."

She takes her shoes off and hops up. "This is really neat, it's super cozy up here."

"Yeah, that's one way to look at it."

"Come up here with me."

"Is there room?"

"Sure! I don't mind you being close to me." I climb up to and lay alongside. "See, we both fit."

"Yeah, we do." Sharing these close quarters with Abby is nice.

"How did it go with your roommate yesterday?" she asks.

"Good, we played a few games of pool and hung out. He's out somewhere with Zach from next door right now."

"Why was he down in the dumps?"

"A girl he likes only wants to be friends and he's having a tough time with it. Had his heart set on her, you know?"

She kisses me, "Well, that was super nice of you to spend time with him."

"Yeah, we had fun and I tried to tell him it'll get better with time."

Abby swings her leg over me and straddles my belly, whispering, "Do you want to know what else got better with time?"

"Is it what I think it is?"

Abby smiles and nods in a very enthusiastic affirmative. "Do you maybe wanna?"

Now it's my turn to nod a very enthusiastic affirmative. I sit up, "Hang on, let me get down a sec."

"Where are you going?"

"You'll see."

I hop down, grab Alex's medallion and hang it on the outside doorknob, take a condom out of the box and hurry back up into the bunk. As she was before, Abby swings her leg back over and lays on top of me; this time taking her t-shirt and bra off as I pull my shirt over my head. Bare chest pressed to bare chest, we kiss with our tongues and feel each other up totally letting our hands explore. Soon we're both giggling and wiggling out of our pants.

"Can we try it like this?" she asks. "With me on top?"

"Sure, just watch your head on the ceiling."

With her legs on each side of my hips, Abby is having fun rubbing her pussy all over my growing cock. I love how she's getting all worked up and vigorously pushing her silky flower petals down on me. Her wettening bits and my leaking precum have both of us all slippery and ready to go in a short amount of time.

Before we get started, I nudge and pull on her ass cheeks for her to scoot up over me so I can kiss on her boobs giving each one an equal amount of oral attention. When I suck on a nipple and flick my tongue around it, she quickly inhales, purses her lips, and hums, "Mmmm." At the same time, I feel the lips between her legs twitching and planting small, wet, pussy-kisses on my belly. I don't remember feeling a pussy do that before - I like it, I like it a lot! When I suck her nipple, I receive a pussy-kiss, suck her nipple, another pussy-kiss; I love this!

"Oh, Kyle," she whispers, "I can't tell you how bad I've been wanting you, it's like a deep needing to have you again. These last few days have been torture and dragging on forever!"

"Oh, I know! It's been the same for me."

I look at the condom and see it's a pre-lubricated one. "Maybe I should put this on now so we don't have to stop."

"Good idea."

I slip it on and tell her, "Let's still keep it slow and easy, okay? Just because we've done this once, doesn't mean it won't still be a little uncomfortable."

"Okay," she nods.

I hold my cock stationary as Abby lines up and gently eases herself onto me. With her on top, she can control how much she wants to take in and how fast. She does quite well, only wincing once as she slides me all the way till her pubis area is pressed to mine - and in one smooth motion too. "Wow! That wasn't so bad!" she exclaims.

"Do you feel okay?"

"Uh-huh," she nods. "You still seem super-huge, but it's way better this time."

Abby stays put for a minute to simply enjoy feeling me inside her. When ready, she slowly moves up - and then gently back down - up - and then down. When we had our first sex a few days ago, I was on top setting the pace by her cues, today she's in control of our action. Her pussy canal is still very snug around my shaft, but I can sense she's already much more relaxed.

"Oh, Kyle, I really like doing it this way."

"That's good, I like it too."

"Am I doing it okay?" she asks.

"You're doing perfect!" I smile.

She pushes her pelvis down hard on me. "I like how I can rub my button in your curly hairy area." Another round of grinding as she expresses, "Ohh … it feels so good!" Her button and my curly hairy area - I find myself grinning at her cute innocent terms for our various sexual anatomy.

We take it easy, nothing wrong with some good slow screwing. Still paying close attention, I don't notice any more wincing or signs of uncomfortableness. With her riding me, I have both hands free to play with her nipples. "Mmmm," she coos, "I like it when you do that."

"I can do this too," I say lifting and slightly pivoting my hips in time with her motions to gently assist my cock fore and back - this way she doesn't have to do all the work.

"This angle feels different from when we did it on my bed. You're rubbing on new spots inside me."

"Yeah, different positions are like that."

"Is it different for you?"

"Yeah, a little."

She's liking how she can push her clit on my pelvic bone in my pubes, it gives her even more simultaneous stimulation to go along with my penis hitting new internal pleasure points. She experiments by trying out a few more aggressive pushes and slides. I want her to do what she's comfortable with; but, for the most part, we keep at an easy pace.

It's getting quite warm up here and we're both covered with a thin sheen of sweat; I like the way it shines and accentuates all of her sexy curves. Right now our whole world is this small hot space, a cozy love nest for only us to enjoy each other. Our hearts are filled with love and emotion as our bodies are as close as two can be while joined in passion working perfectly one inside of the other.

Abby looks at me with her dangling hair framing her beautiful face; she smiles and we kiss, "I love you, Kyle."

"I love you too, Abby."

A fun little thing I notice about having sex is watching your partner's facial expressions, everyone is a little different. Abby likes to bite her lower lip and close her eyes as she feels waves of pleasure pushing her closer. Now that I think about it, I do the same thing when I cum.

Sooner than I was expecting, she lets out a squeal of, "Ooohhh!" Abby's body quivers, followed by, "Oh god … sooo good…" Her pussy is naturally tight but talk about a super grip when her muscles cinch up in the throes of her orgasm! The best I can demonstrate is if you're a guy, grip your hard cock with your hand and squeeze it as hard as you possibly can. It's actually hurting me a little, but I do my best to grit my teeth and not show it. When she had her orgasm the other day I was orally pleasing her, this is a first with me inside her. Eventually, her grip relaxes, and she lays her body on top of mine, hugging me. "Ohhh … that was awesome …"

"You came pretty fast," I tell her.

"I know! I think it's because I've been so horny!"

She resumes sliding forward and back as I work my hips in time. Her nipples brushing against mine feels amazing; it's funny how our nipple nerves are directly connected to the pleasure nerves between our legs.

She nuzzles into my neck and whispers in my ear, "Make sperm for me, Kyle." Oh, I love hearing such naughty things whispered to me. Sometimes that's all it takes to cross my line, and that's all it takes today.

With an audible grunt, "Augghht", I instinctively push all the way in and shoot my load. I can feel each successive surge I pump out creating increasing back pressure in the condom; I'm surely more than filling that tiny nipple-shaped void at the end.

"Ahhhh …" I moan as Abby puts her hand behind my head and fervently kisses me throughout my entire euphoric moment. I would imagine it's similar for girls after climax, but I always feel a deep, warm, total relaxation in my entire groin area for a while after I cum. It's such a beautiful sensation of satisfaction - a true post-ejaculation bliss.

She's obviously taken in her own details of how I have sex as she informs me, "When you ejaculate, you squint your eyes really tight and bite your lower lip as your whole body tenses up; I like that. And, when you're letting your semen out, did you know that it swells and you get thicker around? Oh, and I like the way it throbs-" she pauses and asks, "What should I call your … you know … your thingy? Your pee-pee?

"Ummm …" I say, caught a little off guard. "I've honestly never been asked about it before."

"Pee-pee sounds childish, and penis is too-"

"Clinical?"

"Yeah, clinical. And, I don't like calling it a dick, that sounds so … dirty-ish and crude. Bleh!"

"I know exactly what you mean!" I laugh out loud. "I've always hated that word too. Although, dick is useful for insulting like calling someone a dickhead, or a dickface or straight-out telling 'em, hey, suck my dick!"

"Hmmm …" she muses, "now that is something I would like to try sometime. Do you like getting your thingy/dick/pee-pee/penis sucked, Kyle?"

"Oh, yeah!" I vigorously nod, "I like that! I like it A LOT!"

"Wow! Well, okee-dokee then, we'll definitely put that on the list!" she excitedly responds to my enthusiasm. "I've heard guys like when girls do that, and I know I want to put your thingy in my mouth sometime because I like it so much-"

"Wait, you have a list?"

"Uh-huh," she nods. "Well, not literally a list … I just want to try all kinds of things with you … if you're okay with teaching me, that is."

"Of course, I am!" I'm liking the sound of this!

"Anyhow, back to what we should call your-"

"How about cock? I don't think that sounds too bad ... but on second thought, you know what? I kinda like you calling it my thingy." I snicker. "Something about that is just so … so you."

"Okay, if you like thingy, I'll keep it," she giggles. These discussions we have about the usage of colorful words are priceless. Here we are, two grown adults, having an in-depth conversation about what to call my penis.

"So, like I was saying before we got sidetracked; I really like feeling your thingy throbbing when you cum. It gets fatter too like it's not already thick enough!" Giggle-snort. "And you make this funny grunt, like … Uhgghh! … when you start to-" All I can do is listen and smile as Abby lists the tiniest details of how I cum. And she's gained all this knowledge after only two times together! I thought I was the one who noticed the silliest little things about everything; Abby has me beat by a long shot! But you know what? This is great! I love that she's so into me, so into us, so into our growing relationship that she notices these kinds of things, that says a lot! "-and then you let out a great big breath as your muscles relax, that's how I know when you're all done. Don't get me wrong, Kyle, I really like every one of these things you do, I really do!"

"We're supposed to like it when we make each other climax; I especially like when you bounce around."

She lets out another cute little snort-laugh. "As long as I don't give you any more nosebleeds, huh?"

"Yeah," I laugh with her. "We don't need that."

Abby brushes the hair off my sweaty forehead. "Is sex as good for you with a condom?"

"It's okay," I shrug, "I prefer doing it without one, but it's fine." Wearing a condom does slightly diminish what I feel, but we don't have much choice, neither of us is looking to be parents right now. "One good thing is it does help me last longer, sometimes I cum too fast."

"Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"Would you like for me to go on the pill?"

"Sure, if you want to. I mean, that's really up to you though."

"My doctor told me to call her if I want to start using birth control. I think it's a good idea and I would like it better if you didn't have to wear a condom."

"Okay, Abby," I kiss her.

We've been laying up here for quite a while now, talking and being together, so long that I've gone soft inside her. We should probably get up; Alex could be waiting. We climb down and gather our clothes that are kicked around my bed including the ones that fell on the floor. I gently set my wet condom on top of the pile in our overfilled trash can; I'll bag it up in a minute, Alex doesn't need to see it sitting there filled with my semen.

Abby picks up a small box from Alex's desk. "These are Magic Cards. Do you play Kyle?"

"No, those are Alex's. Why? Do you play?"

"Yeah, my cousin Billy taught me a couple of summers ago."

"Alex tried to teach me, but I just couldn't get into it. He's in a Magic Club and they play all the time."

"I'm in a club too," she says.

"Oh, you never told me that."

"Yeah. Although I couldn't make the meeting last Saturday, I was a … little busy … with you," she grins.

Once our clothes are on, I pull up my zipper and tell her, "I'm going to check in the hall for Alex."

"Kyle … wait."

"What?"

"What is Alex's last name?"

"Hawthorne."

"Is he a bigger guy, curly-ish hair, trying to grow a beard?"

"Yup, that's him." I look at her in question, "Do you know him?"

Visibly stunned, Abby sits down and mutters, "Oh my god …"

"What? What's wrong?" I ask.

"Do you remember me telling you about a guy that liked me?"

"Yeah, you said you were going to tell him you just want to be friends."

"Kyle, I think your roommate Alex is … that guy."

"How can that be? All he's ever talked about is some girl named Gail."

Abby looks down, "That's me … I'm Gail."

Okay, now I'm confused.

"Remember how I told you I was changing everything about myself last summer? My clothes, my hair, all of it?"

"Yeah."

"I also wanted to change my name; I didn't want to go by Abigail anymore. Abby and Gail both work with my name. Abby-Gail."

"Okay …"

"I couldn't decide which I liked better," she explains. "Some days I liked Abby, and other days I liked Gail. When my parents and I came up here for a campus tour last summer, I signed up for the Magic Club and put my name down as Gail. That's the name I was preferring that day.

"Later, I decided that I liked Abby best and that's what I told everyone to call me. When I went to the first meeting, they saw my name on the list as Gail. I was so nervous meeting all those new people, I didn't feel like explaining everything and kept it. I figured it was just the people in the club anyway, no big deal and I was fine with it."

I nod, following along.

"Then I met Alex. He seemed like a nice guy, and we went out a few times to eat and to the movies. I like Alex, I really do, but I just didn't feel that … certain something … with him. Do you know what I mean?"

"Didn't feel the chemistry?"

"Right, no chemistry ... Then came the night of that party, the guys and Alex all got drunk and left without me. That's when I saw you there sitting on the couch."

"I do remember you telling me your friends left without you. I never knew it was Alex and Magic Club guys." I didn't see Alex that night because he must have already left before I got there.

"Exactly! But Kyle, that certain something, that chemistry, that I didn't feel with Alex, I feel all the time with you ..." Abby puts her face in her hands. "I can't believe this. Of the thousands of guys at this school; the one whose heart I had to break is … is your roommate."

I sit, put my arm around her, and wipe a tear from her cheek. "Abby, you did nothing wrong, it's just a coincidence … nothing more."

"I know, Kyle," she sniffles, "but it's going to make things so awkward for you."

"Yeah … maybe for a bit … but we'll figure it out."

I'm mentally putting this together now: A couple of weeks ago, Abby told me she was going to tell a guy that liked her (she never mentioned a name) that she only wanted to be friends. She said she would let him know the next time she saw him. Then Alex told me Gail said she only wanted to be friends.

I remember Abby making phone calls when I was drifting off to sleep with my heat stroke. I thought she was calling Belinda to chew her out over taking her car, but that's when she must have been calling the guys in the Magic Club to tell them that she wasn't going to be at the meeting. Alex mentioned those same calls too. Even Abby's diary said I made a couple of phone calls to let my friends know that I won't be joining them tonight.

"What are we going to do?" she asks.

I crack the door open and look down the hall to the Common Room, Alex is sitting on one of the couches playing with his phone. "He's out there waiting."

"Is there a stairwell at the other end of the hall?" Abby asks.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Well … maybe you could distract him, and I could sneak out that way?"

"Yeah, that might work …" I pause to think, "but, like with my mother the other day, I don't want us to have to lie and hide our relationship from anyone. If we hide it from Alex, how long till he eventually finds out? That will make things even more awkward."

Abby looks down. "You're right."

"I'll just have to explain it to him. Neither of us did anything wrong, it's nothing more than a crazy coincidence."

"I'll come with you, Kyle. I'm part of this too."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, you shouldn't have to do this alone. We're a team now."

As Abby and I walk down the hall, Alex sees us and gets up from the couch. He has a very confused and questioning look on his face. "Gail? Why are you here?" Next, he turns to me and asks, "Why were you two in the room with the medallion on the door? Kyle, what's going on?"

"Alex, this is Abby."

"Well then, you must have an identical twin sister named Gail."

"No, Alex, I don't," Abby quietly tells him.

He's looking around the room, everywhere but directly at us, trying to wrap his head around this bombshell. "Oh, I see. I get it now! You dumped me for him, right?"

I start to say, "Look, I think we all need to-"

He glares, cutting me off, "So, that's what friends are for, huh, Kyle? No wonder you wanted me to meet someone else so bad!"

"It's not like that," Abby explains, "Kyle had no idea you and I knew each other until just now." With him visibly upset, she tries a calm approach, "Alex, I'm sorry I turned you down, but I only wanted to just be friends with you before I met Kyle."

"You told me that last week! Kyle told me about meeting Abby two or three weeks ago. That math doesn't add up!" he snaps.

"But I did know … for a while and before the night of the party."

"And I'm supposed to believe that?"

"Yes."

Alex is wringing his hands and pacing. "Man, I can't deal with this!" he shouts through an onset of tears. Storming over to the elevator, he punches the button and the doors open allowing his exit.

The room takes on a heavy quiet as the automatic doors slide closed. Adam hears the commotion and comes out of his room. "What's going on out here? Everything okay?"

"It's nothing, just a misunderstanding," I tell him.

He looks at me, then at Abby, and back at me; I'm sure this is not the first love-triangle dispute he's witnessed. He nods and says, "My door's open if you need me."

"Thanks."

I walk Abby outside to her car; she's parked on a side street not too far from the dorm. She's pretty upset and still blaming herself; I assure her she's done nothing wrong. "Alex is steaming right now and needs to cool off. When he's calm, I'll explain everything; I'm sure he'll understand." I pull her close and whisper, "Hey, everything's going to be okay."

She puts her head on my shoulder, "I hope so, Kyle."

---

Alex is still gone when I return to the dorm. That heavy quiet follows me into our room. Circumstances and coincidences can sure play hell and mess things up at times. The thing is this, no one in all this mess has done anything wrong.

Alex met Gail (Abby) and asked her out. She liked him at first and gave him a chance to see where it might go. At some point, she realized that she didn't feel a connection beyond being friends and did the right thing by letting him know. In turn, he was nice about it and told her it was okay and that he understood, even though his heart was broken.

Alex is upset because he thinks she dumped him for me, which is not the case. He's hurt and his mind is making connections and assumptions that are not correct, but from his point of view, they are.

I can see Alex's perception of the timing, I did mention that I met Abby about three weeks ago. Gail (Abby) told him she wanted to be friends only about a week ago. Timing aside, Abby still has the right to choose who she wants to be with. This is what I need him to understand and what is going to make this so difficult. How did we go from having fun sex in my bunk just twenty minutes ago to this? My head is spinning.

The door unlocks and Alex enters the room. I see his eyes are still red from emotions as he starts to gather up his blankets and pillow from his bed.

"What are you doing?" I ask.

"I'm sleeping out there … on the couch."

"Alex … you don't have to do that-"

"Yes! I do!"

"Can we at least talk about it?"

"No! I have nothing to talk about, especially with you."

He stops and looks at the trashcan, the one I forgot to empty. "Nice touch, Kyle," he points at the used condom full of my cum sitting there in plain view. "Just had to leave that for me to see ... Thanks!"

"I, uh … I was gonna … you weren't supposed to see that."

"Pffttt … Some friend you turned out to be," he mutters on his way out the door.

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Author's Thoughts:

I wanted to open the book by presenting a conflict, not between Kyle and Abby but with the other person he is closest to since moving to school, Alex.

I knew from the beginning of Kyle starting college that Abby and Gail were going to be the same person; I had to be very careful not to tip off the reader that this was the case. The clues are there, but obscure. We never see Alex, Kyle, and Abby/Gail in the same scene, Kyle never sees Gail, not even a picture. Gail is not out with Alex when Kyle is seeing Abby, that sort of thing. Trust me, I came close to flubbing up this continuity a couple times. LOL

Alex is hurt, he's hurt by both of them. He's not had much luck in his life with girls and he finally finds someone he perceives is perfect for him. When she tells him she only wants to be friends, this crushes him, but we knew Alex was still holding onto some hope that she may change her mind down the road. Not only does he have his hopes crushed when he learns Gail is Kyle's Abby. The blow is so much worse because he knows Kyle and Abby/Gail just were just intimate together. The used condom lying in the trash can hammers the point home that Kyle, his closest friend, is not only seeing, but having sex with "his girl". Alex can't deal with that and his world has collapsed.

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Chapter 2 - A Close Bond

I didn't get much sleep and was awake most of the night stewing over what happened. One thing Alex said that played over in my head was No wonder you wanted me to meet someone so bad. It makes me angry that he thinks I was only trying to help him find another girl because it was all part of some covert plan, a dark scheme I concocted to steal Abby (Gail) away from him.

I had no idea that Abby and Gail was the same person until last night. I was just trying to help him and be his friend by being there. You know what they say, no good deed goes unpunished.

---

Rachel, Chad, and I are out for a run this morning. They want to know why I'm so quiet. Rachel asks if I had a fight with Abby, I tell her, "No, just a complicated mess with my roommate. If it's all the same, I don't feel like going into details."

When I come back to take my shower before class, I see Zach and Connor in the Common Room with Alex. They all give me dirty looks as I walk past. Great! Now Zach and Connor think I'm a shit who screwed my roommate over by fucking his girl. This is going from bad to worse.

---

Things are quiet for the next few days; Alex is still diligently avoiding me and sleeping on the couch in the Common Room. The only times he comes into our room is to change his clothes or grab something needed for class. If I happen to be in the room, he brushes past and ignores me like I'm not there.

It's aggravating that he's this mad at me without having all the facts. Even though I can feel empathy for his hurt, it doesn't make it right. I'm not going to corner him and make him talk it out with me; he needs to come to terms and deal with this in his own way.

Each day Abby and I have lunch together and then go to her house in the afternoons. She's my ray of sunshine through the proverbial rain clouds surrounding the dorm for me this week. She feels bad about this situation with Alex, and we talk about it often, but after mentally flipping it over and examining it from every angle, we conclude that neither of us did anything wrong. It's just a shitty circumstance that needs to play itself out.

Belinda is around the house every afternoon, so Abby and I keep our clothes on. Even though we're free to do whatever we want in Abby's room, we both knew if Belinda catches wind of us having sex in there, she'll go out of her way to create an uber embarrassing situation for us. That's how Belinda is. I don't know what's worse, sneaking sex around parents, or working around obnoxious roommates?

---

At lunchtime on Thursday Abby is excited about something. "Guess what?"

"What?"

"I overheard Belinda on the phone this morning. She and Patrick are going out of town to some wrestling meet this weekend … all weekend!"

"Oh, really?"

"Uh-huh! I was thinking that maybe you should come and stay with me?" she asks, with a cute twinkle in her eye.

"Yeah, I will!" No hemming and hawing over it needed.

"We can do whatever we want, even run around in our underwear," she giggles.

I lean towards her and whisper, "Better yet, naked!"

"Yeahhh," she whispers back, "and maybe you can do that thing I like?"

I already know what she's referring to but have fun asking anyway, "Which thing?"

She smirks, bites her lower lip, and puts her hand under the table between her legs. "You know … that thing you do … down here … with your tongue?"

"This conversation is making me hard, you know." Continuing to smirk, she nods, she knows. "We better change the subject or it's going to be an embarrassing walk for me to my next class."

"Why?" she tilts her head and asks. When it hits her, she understands and laughs, "Oh, it's because people might see your pants poking out!"

"Shhhh … and, yeah, exactly ... my pants poking out."

This is great! Staying with Abby gets me away from the depressing dorm and all the dirty looks for the weekend. Alex will be happy that he can sleep in his bed again.

---

After work and back at the dorm I pass Connor in the hallway and wave, "Hey."

He gives me a blank stare in return. Figuring he's not going to acknowledge me, he finally mutters, "What's up, Kyle?"

I stop, turn, and ask, "Got a minute, Connor?"

"Yeah, I guess."

I motion for him to follow me into our room. Shutting the door, I launch in, "Look, I don't know what Alex told you and Zach, but there's more to it."

"He told us you horned-in on his girl and then had the balls to bang her right here … in this very room … even left your used condom proudly sitting out as proof."

"Can I tell you my side of it?"

"Go for it …" he shrugs. I tell Connor the whole story from my perspective, including how I never intended for Alex to see that condom or any of my used condoms for that matter.

"Well, it does make sense when you put it this way," Connor sighs. "To be honest, what Alex said just didn't sound like something you would do to him."

"No, I would NEVER do anything like that; especially to a friend and roommate."

"And, if you didn't know Abby was Gail, then Alex is blowing this way out of proportion without all the facts."

"Exactly!"

"Why didn't you explain it to him?" Connor asks.

"I tried, believe me, I tried. He doesn't want to hear anything from me, he won't even look me in the eye."

"Do you want me to say something?"

"Nah, I don't think it will do any good. He's going to have to figure this out on his own. I'll be gone this weekend anyway; I'm staying with Abby."

"I don't blame you."

"Does Zach hate me too?" I ask.

"Pretty much, but he only knows what Alex told him. I'll talk to Zach later."

"Thanks, Connor."

"No problem," he fist-bumps me, "I gotta run, catch you later."

I'm glad at least one of the guys was willing to listen and understand.

---

I keep myself busy on Friday morning finishing all my homework so I can enjoy the weekend with Abby. She's coming here to drive me to work and then pick me up when my shift is over. At 1:00, she texts that she will be here in twenty-minutes. I dig out my duffle bag and pack a couple of days' change of clothes.

Alex comes into the room carrying a box and sets it on the bed. It looks like his breathing machine has arrived. He ignores me as he unpacks and sets it up. "Is that your breathing machine?" I ask.

"Yup," he curtly answers without turning around.

"Well, that's good that it's finally here, I'm happy for you," I say, attempting to be friendly.

"Not that I can use it sleeping on the couch," he dismisses me.

So much for the friendly approach, I shake my head and mumble, "Look, I'm outta here, the room is all yours." Alex finally turns to face me, it appears he wants to say something, but I can see he's internally fighting with himself not to. Whatever, I don't have time for these stupid games right now. "See ya," I coldly brush past him and out the door.

Abby is waiting in her car just outside the dorm building; I hop in and we kiss. On the way, she gently asks, "Any improvement with Alex?"

"No, but I'm sure he'll be happy to sleep in his bed this weekend."

"Just give it time, it'll work out, Kyle."

"Thanks, Abby."

She drops me off at the store and we kiss again. "See you at 8:00."

---

At work, I'm still stewing on this Alex shit, but I must keep telling myself to let it go. The weekend will be here soon, I'm spending it with Abby, and I want to have fun.

I see Mr. Curtis and wave, "Hi, Mr. Curtis, how are you today?"

He stops, "I'm good Kyle, how are you?"

"Doing good."

"Can you come in the back with me for a minute?"

I follow him to his cluttered office. "Close the door and have a seat."

"Am I in trouble, sir?"

"No, quite the opposite. Every once in a great while we get an employee that understands the commitment and hard work. You have shown that, and I want to commend you on being an outstanding employee here."

"Wow, thank you, I really appreciate-"

He holds his hand up, "Let me continue." Even when he's happy, he still likes to interrupt me, but that's okay. "The other night, I was talking with my wife about how well you've been doing. She asked if I discussed this with you and I said, no, I hadn't. She looked at me and said, Harold, you need to tell that boy he's doing a good job, telling me does no good for his sake. She's right, of course, Mrs. Curtis is always right." He laughs and continues, "I was thinking about moving you up to look after a department like produce, or maybe the baked goods and bread aisle. I wouldn't be able to offer much of a raise, but it would be a step-up around here."

"That sounds great!"

"Okay, let me think on it and get back to you. I'll let you get back to your duties now." I get up to leave. "And, Kyle?"

"Yes?"

"Do you like steak and have a grill available to use at your dorm?"

"I love steak and I'm staying with my girlfriend this weekend. She has a grill."

"Was that the young lady I saw you with in Aisle 5 the other week?"

"Yes," I smirk.

"When your shift is over, pick out a couple of nice porterhouses for you and your girl. Tell Meredith I said you can have them on Code 7, that means on-the-house."

"Thank you, Mr. Curtis."

"Keep up the fine work, young man," he smiles.

Wow, I don't know what to say, I'm blown away. I think I can dance that jitterbug now. Dad was right about keeping my nose out of trouble and doing my best, it really does pay off. I had a smile on my face for the rest of my shift - even the pukey stink of the bottle return machines couldn't wipe it off.

Fifteen minutes more and I can punch out. As I'm doing one last sweep of the aisles, from behind me, I hear someone making a voice, trying to sound like an elderly lady. "Excuse me, young mister, I was wondering if you can show me where your sausage is?"

I smile and try not to laugh, too loud anyway. "Hey, Abby."

She's grinning at me with a devious look. "I thought I'd come a few minutes early and pick up a few things for dinner. How does spaghetti sound?"

"How does steak sound?"

"Oh, I like that even better!"

Abby follows me while I finish my aisle sweeping. We pick out a few items to have with our steak. I grab a jar of coconut oil and drop it in her basket.

"What's that for?" she asks.

In her ear, I whisper, "I'll show you later."

---

At Abby's house, I change out of my work clothes and join her in the kitchen to help make dinner. I don't know how to cook too many things other than pizza and microwavable simple meals, but Abby said she'll teach me. She has me cut up lettuce for a salad while she cuts up the potatoes to make real mashed potatoes, no instant kind tonight.

We each grab a beer from the fridge and go out to the patio to grill the steak. "I'm going to have to replace Bitch-Face's beer at some point, do you know someone who can buy?"

"Yeah, I can text Connor's brother, Dan. He'll help us."

"Are the guys still not speaking to you?"

"Pretty much, I did get a chance to tell Connor my side of things; he seems to understand it now."

"That's good."

"Oh, and get this, Mr. Curtis commended me on doing a good job, he said he's thinking about moving me up to look after a department like produce or the bread aisle. He even said I could have these steaks we're grilling. Sounds like his wife nudged him to start recognizing his good employees."

"That's great news! I'm so happy for you."

"Yeah, it made my day."

"I have news too, but it has good and bad."

"Oh, what's that?"

"I called my doctor and she forwarded me a prescription to the pharmacy in town for the pill. I picked it up on my way to get you."

"That is great news. What's the bad part?"

"We'll still have to use a condom for about three weeks. That's how long it takes for the pill to become fully effective."

"Oh, that's no biggie, we can do that."

"I know, but I really don't want you to have to use one. I want it to be the best it can be for you too."

"Abby, it's not that bad. Like I've said, sometimes it helps me last longer," I grin.

Abby gets up to flip the steaks, they're smelling fantastic. She looks at me and says, "I remember that shirt." I look down and see I have my Ramones shirt on. Half the time I don't know what shirt I'm wearing; I just grab one and throw it on if it's clean.

"You do?" I ask.

"Yeah, it's the one you were wearing the night we met."

"Oh, yeah, it is. You have a good memory."

"I remember everything, especially things with you."

I remember something too and have fun putting her to the test, "What shirt was I wearing that day we … you know … our first time?"

"Oh, that's easy, your white, sleeveless AC/DC shirt!"

Damn, this girl is good!

Now she tests me. "What was I wearing that same day?"

I think a minute and then remember how sexy she looked to me when I jogged up the sidewalk. "You had on a light purple tank top and those cute blue jean shorts."

"You're right, I did."

Then I add, "And, you had light blue panties with white lace."

"Wow, Kyle! Very good, I'm impressed! What bra did I have on?"

"Now, that I don't remember ... I was more interested in what's inside."

"Fair enough," she laughs, "good answer!"

We eat dinner and these steaks are superb, Abby grilled them to perfection. Pink in the middle, not bloody, just the way I like it. The real mashed potatoes came out awesome, with just the perfect amount of garlic and butter. She has a talent with food and complimented me on my dicing of the lettuce for the salad; hey, it's not much, but I'll take what I can get.

After our wonderful dinner, I help Abby clean up. She takes my hand and leads me toward her room. "Would you like to relax on the bed?" Knowing full well where this is going, I nod yes, and grab the coconut oil we bought letting her lead the way.

We lay down and she asks, "Do you have to work this weekend?"

"Only on Sunday, noon to 4:00."

"That gives us the whole day tomorrow."

"Yeah, it does. What would you like to do?"

"My Uncle Larry and Aunt Maureen live about seven or eight miles outside of town on a farm; they're the ones I rent this house from. If it's nice, would you want to ride our bikes out to visit? I haven't been to see them since moving up here."

"Sure, we can do that."

"We don't have to stay long or anything. Maybe later we can walk around Main Street or something?"

"Sounds good to me."

She scoots in close, hugs me, and lets her hand travel up under my shirt to rub my chest.

"Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"I hope this doesn't sound too corny, but I feel so good when I'm with you. It's like a feeling of being safe and I can totally be myself."

"Not corny at all, Abby," I assure her, "I want you to be nobody but yourself."

"I think I'm … and I don't know if these are the right words, but I feel such a strong bond with you. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Abby," I kiss the top of her head on my chest, "and, yeah, I feel the same when I'm with you, I really do."

"I'm glad," she says, drawing circles with her finger around my nipple.

She climbs on top of me as my hands slip up under her shirt, caressing her smooth skin and fondling her bra, feeling her nipples underneath grow firm. Soon, our clothes have a way of coming off one item at a time until we're both naked. Kissing and touching turn into rolling around as we let our fingers freely traverse each other's body-scape. Once again time is standing still and we have no outward cares as to what's going on beyond the edges of this very bed - it's just Abby and me now.

"Are you going to show me what that coconut oil is for?" she asks.

Taking the jar off the nightstand, I tell her, "This is the best lubricant."

"It is?"

"Yup," I open it and show her.

"It looks thick."

"Right now, yes, but it quickly melts with our body heat becoming nice and smooth. Plus, it's all-natural and really good for our skin."

"That's awesome!"

"Yeah, and it's not greasy or anything."

"Wow, I never thought I would be getting skin-care advice from a guy," she laughs.

"Well, I've learned a few things along the way."

"Kyle?"

"Yeah?"

"Before we see how that works, there's something I wanna do first."

"What's that?"

Abby has me lie back on her pillows, parts my legs and scoots up in between. With a grin, she tells me, "I want to put you in my mouth and try sucking on it."

"Okay."

"I've never done this before … so here goes." Holding my cock to her lips, she turns her head one way, then another, trying to figure out the best approach if there is one. Soon seeing that any angle will work, she opens up and slips my glans inside. Sliding her lips over the smooth skin of the surface, she makes it nice and wet with slippery saliva. Taking a little more, I feel her tongue begin touching, licking, and roaming over the bulbous shape followed by twirling around and in the indented rim just below. "Mmmm, I really like feeling you this way," she mumbles.

"Umm hmm ... I'm liking it too."

She pops me out for a second to tell me, "It actually feels bigger in my mouth than I was expecting."

"It does?"

"Yeah, I have to open my jaw wider than I thought I would. This is gonna sound crazy, but the other day I sort of, ah … pretended a pealed banana was your ... you know ... so I could get a little practice."

"I hope it being bigger than the banana is not a bad thing."

"Not at all. It just means I get more of you to fill up my mouth ... and," she giggle-snorts, "I like that!"

As she's exploring me and tasting me, a random flick of her tongue hits right on my sensitive spot causing my cock to react with a twitch. The twitch is its way of saying more licks right there, please. She looks up and asks, "Am I doing this alright?"

"Mmmm … yeah, it feels great! Rub your tongue on my spot some more."

To clarify, she puts her fingertip in the little divot on the bottom side and asks. "You mean right here?"

"Yes!"

In the sultry space of her mouth, she lets her tongue loose to dance a wild mambo on my magical spot - whoa - does that ever feel fantastic! Keeping her lips sealed around, she's not only working her tongue but moving her whole mouth all over me, her soft inner cheeks and everything are in full contact with my erection.

Sharing more observations, she tells me, "I know I've said this before, but I love how super warm your thingy is. I mean, I know it's supposed to be warm and all, it's part of your body, and I can feel how warm it is when you put it in my special place, but I really like feeling its warmth with my mouth too. I know I'm probably babbling more of my silliness, but I'm loving doing all these kinds of things with you so much."

"Abby," I smile, "it's all good. I want to hear everything you're thinking, absolutely none of it is silly to me. And I love doing all these same things with you too!"

Abby's face flushes a warm shade that shouts I love you then she moves up to lovingly kiss all over my face. Quickly scooting back down to my pubis region, she resumes having fun with me.

I love how she's never in a hurry, she takes her time when trying something new. Welcoming my penis into the intimate space of her mouth for the first time is an especially awesome occasion for slow and deliberate learning! All of this is so nice. It feels fantastic how she's using her tongue to learn every minute detail including tickling it in my pee slit.

Slowly and cautiously, she glides her mouth up and down, each time taking me a little deeper. Soon, she starts experimenting with some light suction. With a substantial amount in, she holds it there and tries for a good hearty suck. The unanticipated extra vacuum action pulls her down causing even more of my shaft to quickly rush in. She wasn't expecting it to shoot so far past her tongue causing my tip to hit the opening of her throat. She pulls off gagging and coughing. "Oh! Too much … oops!"

"Are you okay?" I ask sitting up.

"Yeah, I got more than I planned on." Now understanding how that works, she goes back to sucking with her fingers wrapped around my base to control how much goes in. Up and down, she takes me in and out, gaining more confidence with each pass. As she gets more confident, she relaxes, relaxes a little bit too much and-

Instant alarms go off- "Oow-Wowohhh!" I moan in pain.

Abby quickly pulls off. "What's wrong Kyle, did I hurt you?"

"Teeth!" I wince. "Try to keep your teeth back."

"Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know-"

"It's okay." I force a smile.

Human teeth aren't particularly sharp in comparison to other mammals, but they sure feel like needles on the sensitive skin of a shaft. Now conscious of this aspect, she does her best to keep her teeth back. Sure, we have a few more accidental scrapes, but she's getting the hang of this now.

Ahhh, now, this feels really nice. Her lips are supple silk wrapped around creating the softest sensations of pure bliss my penis has ever felt. I put my hands behind my head, relax, and let her have at me to do as she pleases. After several minutes of this paradise in her mouth that's keeping me as hard as can be, she says, "I'm tasting something slippery and sweet."

"It's just precum."

"Pre … cum?"

"Yeah, it comes out as I get more excited ... it's just like when you get wet."

"Oh … I honestly didn't know guys did that, I thought only pee and sperm came out, but it makes sense as an added lubricant."

Abby is getting into this and really likes it! Slipping me in as deep as she can, she slowly pulls back, letting her lips tightly hug on the slow travel up until they slide off my tip with small smacking sounds. Repeating this move several times, it seems each trip down and then back up feels even better than the one before. Speaking of bliss and paradise, here I am living in a true I'm the luckiest guy in the world moment by having such wonderful, wet, erotic attention performed on my genitals. If anyone ever needs to question why we guys love getting sucked, then they've never experienced anything like this. "Ohhh …" I close my eyes and hum my sentiments of, "this … feels so … so, good."

I'm absolutely reveling in every one of these precious moments of magical heaven-between-my-legs when she sits up and asks, "Does your cum taste as good as your precum?"

"It's not quite as sweet, it's a little bit saltier, thicker, and creamier."

"So, you've actually tried it?"

"Yeah. The taste isn't bad or anything, just different."

"I wouldn't mind seeing for myself some time, but I don't know if I'm ready today."

"That's okay."

She isn't comfortable letting me cum in her mouth and I completely respect that, but if she keeps sucking me like this, it's going to become quite a challenge to hold back. Now is a good time to switch things up.

I have Abby lay down so I can reciprocate oral fun on her. She spreads her legs extra wide as I slide the tip of my tongue along her inner thigh, working my way from her knee up to up close, but not quite reaching her sweet spot. I replay the move on her other thigh, "Ohhh … I'm going to love this!" she tells me.

Building up the suspense of what's to come, I'm progressively driving her mad with anticipation. Getting increasingly hot and jumpy, she's pleading with me to center my attention and let my tongue loose on her sweetness in the middle. "Now, you're teasing me on purpose!" she whimpers.

"I know, isn't it great?" I grin.

"It is, but come on, Kyle! You're driving me crazy!"

Yeah, she's ready for her reward. I slide my tongue between her slippery wet lips and slowly burrow it all around. She gasps a sudden quick breath, as I lick all around, and on, her clit, gently flicking it with the tip of my tongue. Pushing my face deeper into her parted pussy lips, I part my own lips over her little pleasure nub, sucking on it and making plenty of my own small smacking sounds.

"Ohhhhh …" she moans, pushing her head back. Reaching down, she uses her fingers to open her folds wide, totally admitting me further into her sexual sanctum as much as she possibly can, granting me full access to all of her sweet pink wonders. Once again, I'm so throbbingly hard enjoying her aroused scent and, my god, I know I've said this before, but she tastes so good! I want more and more!

When I put my mouth on her last weekend, I focused my licking and sucking on her clit, let's see if she likes what I plan to do next. Traveling down, I tickle the rim of her vaginal opening. Feeling the tip of my tongue touch her at this place makes Abby squirm with delight. Extending it outward, I begin to venture inside. "Oh my god … yessss!" she huffs with delight as she feels my tongue slip past her outer opening and right into her pussy. Pushing it in as far as I can, I wag it around, tickling and tasting the super smooth walls of her tight canal. She's arching her back and pushing her hips at me, trying to make and help me snake it in even deeper. Yeah, I think she's liking this!

"Kyle! Kyle!" she calls.

I look up, "What?"

"Your tongue … your tongue inside me like that is … It's awesome!"

"You like that, huh?" I grin.

"Yes! I always thought oral was just licking my button, but you're pushing it inside where you put your thingy! It's like, oh my god, you're being so extra naughty on me! And I love you doing that!"

"See! Being naughty is a good thing," I snicker.

"Yeah, it is! Please do that some more!"

Back in I go for plenty more of my good, sloppy tongue-sex. Licking her clit will always be fun, but I'm a guy that wants to enjoy her entire pussy. She's right, there is a kinky, naughtiness with pushing my tongue up inside her like this. I'm glad she likes it because I LOVE it!

Eventually my tongue muscles start feeling fatigued from so much outward probing, so I resume sucking on her clit. She puts both of her hands on my head and scrunches her fingers in my hair, kneading my scalp like bread dough. I keep myself buried in this tasty, slippery wet, and wonderful paradise between her spread legs; I have no choice, she's holding me fixed in place. Loud moans and a spell of wild hip gyrations, completely rubbing and smashing her pussy all over my face are the sure signs she's having one great orgasm. Ride it out and don't stop are the mental commands I'm adhering to. I will always love giving her an orgasm, but I have to say giving her a true earth-shattering orgasm with my mouth is all that much more extra special to me and to her.

She pulls me to come up and huffs, "I want you in me … now!" Okay, there's another command I'll adhere to and never tire of hearing for as long as I live.

I open the coconut oil and spread some around her opening, slip on a condom, and slick that up as well. When I'm in position, I gently ease forward and plug myself all the way in. No wincing from Abby today as we start the motion of working our pelvises together. She holds onto my waist as I pivot my hips along with hers. Ahhh, yess … she feels so good, her pussy is the perfect tightness with enough ease to move. I knew it would take a few times of us having sex and this would be beyond fantastic.

"You're right, this coconut oil does feel nice."

Abby reaches for her mirror on the nightstand so she can position it between us to watch my cock sliding in and out. It's like a super close-up, triple X, sex scene in a porn movie playing out in the mirror; I'm mesmerized watching it too. I always thought it was more of a guy thing, but it's so cool that she's into watching our sex actions like I am. She gets a big grin on her face, "Do you think I'm weird for liking to watch like this?"

"Hell, no!" I laugh, "not at all! It's another reason why you and I are so perfect for each other."

After a while of performing in, and studying our own live missionary sex show, she asks, "Is there another position you like?"

"Do you want to try it doggy-style?"

"Okay. Do you mean with me on all fours?"

"Yup, that's it."

Abby rolls over and props up as I maneuver behind her, "Wait!" she looks back, "does this you mean you want to put it in my … in my other place?"

"No, no," I assure her with a laugh. "Not that!"

"Whew!" she wipes her brow, "As much as I'm willing to try things, I don't think I'm ready for that yet."

"That makes two of us, I've never done it in the … other place … either."

Opening her lips, I ease myself into her pussy and she perks up. "Oh! I like this! Feels totally different."

I hold her hips and gently drive myself at a steady pace. After several repetitions, I tell her. "Okay, there's this way like I'm doing it with both my knees on the bed. Now, check this out." I lift one leg so my foot is flat on the bed. It's a kneeling on one knee position while I slide in for some extra deep strokes.

"Oh, yeah, this feels really good too …" she tells me.

"It changes the angle and I can get in even deeper. Let me know if it's too much, okay?"

"Sometimes you're hitting all the way back, but it's okay, just go slow."

"I will." Making sure to be careful and easy-going when I'm fully inserted with each slow thrust, I like this variation of typical doggy style for the simple reason of - it feels so damn good. I also like it because it's great for watching my shaft pushing in and pulling out, I could study this action all day!

"Your pubic hair is tickling my butt," she states, matter-of-factly. I love the off-the-wall, but very detailed observations I get from Abby, they're priceless and make me smile.

I can feel myself getting closer and closer and I hear her moans building in volume at the same time. If we're lucky, we might be able to time this right and cum simultaneously.

She tenses and her pussy grabs its super-tight squeeze-grip around me. As she is in the midst of hers, I howl out loud and explode into mine. All the tensions of this last week surge out of me in one hell of an awesome outburst. It feels like I'm shooting so much pent-up cum that I'm praying the damn condom is doing its job containing it all; it's probably going to look like a mini water balloon filled with swirling hues of white when I pull out.

"That felt so good, I needed that," Abby says in between breaths.

"You and me both!"

When our climaxes calm and the dizzying euphoria passes, I slip myself out. The condom isn't quite the water balloon I imagined, but as I slip it off, I'm hit with a sense of male pride as I can feel it has its own dangling weight to it; there's definitely a healthy-sized load of ejaculated cream in there. Abby takes notice as well and says, "I could feel you shooting all that when I was having mine, it felt so awesome!"

"I know, it's great to cum together like that."

We get under the covers and cuddle up. I put my arms around Abby, holding her close. I know how much she likes when I do this, and honestly, I want her curled up close as possible to me.

We left the lights on out in the family room and kitchen, but neither of us cares to get out of bed to turn them off. Oh well, it won't hurt to leave them on. She intertwines her fingers in mine, drapes her leg over my thigh, and whispers, "I love you, Kyle."

"I love you, Abby," I whisper back.

Every time she tells me that she loves me and I tell her that I love her, I feel a deep warmth in my soul. It's a true and very close bond we share and I cherish every minute we're together - having sex or not.

Soon, I hear her soft and quiet long breaths as we fall asleep in each other's arms.

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It's Saturday morning and I wake up a little before Abby. I'm lying here with my hands behind my head, simply enjoying being with her in her bed. I feel her hand brush my cheek, "Have you been awake long?"

"No, I just woke up."

She holds up the covers and looks down at my cock standing straight up. "Yup, you're right."

"Every morning," I laugh.

"That must mean you're a morning-sex kind-of-guy."

"Sex is great any time of the day."

"You made me feel so good last night."

"Mmmm … you too."

She grins at me, "We can do it as much as we want this weekend."

"No soreness?"

"Nope."

"That's great."

Playing with my cock, Abby giggles, "I think I'd like a little morning sex."

"Okay."

She takes a condom from the box on the nightstand and hands it to me. I put it on as she slides her pelvis over my waist to get on top, wanting to ride me this time. Nice, sweet, and gentle good-morning sex is such a perfect way to start our day.

My cum comes pretty quick, that's how it seems to go for me in the morning. But we keep going, she's working her clit in my pubes rubbing on my pubic bone while my other bone is busily working deep inside her. As she cums, she moans out loud, and why not, there's no reason to be quiet about it with no one to overhear us.

When we're done, we lie together again and relax. After some quiet time passes, she reaches for her diary, "I forgot to finish writing in this yesterday, do you mind if I do it now?"

"I don't mind. I'll bet the pages for this weekend will be some juicy reading."

"Oh, yeah!" she nods, making one of her cute little snort-laughs. "You know they will!"

"Do you mind if I take a shower?" I ask.

"That's fine, Kyle. I'll see what I have to eat when I'm done writing."

In the shower, I'm thinking about Abby and me. We're in the throes of early love, it's a wonderful giddy-like buzz we're both experiencing. We can't stand the time we're apart and the time we spend together seems to go by so fast. I want to enjoy every single minute I'm with her.

After that first night we spent together, she wrote in her diary that I make her feel like a real woman. The effect she has on me is equally as powerful, she makes me feel like a real man. I want to make her happy, I want to make her smile and laugh, I want her close to me, I want to love her and make love to her, I want her!

When I'm done with my shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and walk into the kitchen. I smile when I see her, she's standing at the counter with her back to me, she has my Ramones t-shirt on and nothing else. It fits her well, other than it being a little long - long enough to cover just below her butt cheeks.

As I sit down at the table, she turns and smiles at me. I say nothing, simply smile back at her. She comes over, sits on my lap straddling me, and puts her arms around me, "Are you my clean guy now?"

"Yup."

She tilts her head, "You're thinking about something, you have that look in your eye. What is it?"

I gently nuzzle and kiss her neck, working my way up to her ear, and whisper, "I don't know what I did to deserve you, Abby, but I love you so much."

We kiss for a long time and she whispers her answer, "You do everything right with me, it's who you are, and that's why I am so in love with you." I hold her, rub my hand up and down her back and simply enjoy her warmth. After a couple of minutes, she sits up. "Are you hungry?" I nod that I am and pull Abby back to me to hold her and kiss her some more, I could do this all morning. "Wow, Kyle, do you wake up this happy every morning?"

"I do when I'm with you."

"I could get used to this."

"And," I tell her, "you look damn sexy in that shirt by the way."

"Do you like it?" she says, standing up to strike poses and model it for me.

"Yeah, I love it."

She bends over giving me a peek at her bare bottom and laughs, "It makes me feel like a rocker-chick."

"There you go, release that inner rebel."

She laughs and says, "I'll give it back after we eat."

"No, why don't you keep it? Looks way better on you than me anyway."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

She kisses me, "Thank you, Kyle," and lets her hand, unexpectedly, sneak inside the front of my towel to stroke my freshly showered cock and tickle my balls.

My eyebrows shoot up and I exclaim, "Keep doing that and I'll give you all my shirts!"

"Just this one, you know I'll play with this anytime you want," she giggles.

After breakfast, we get dressed. We're going for a bike ride out to her aunt and uncle's farm. The sun is shining, the temperature is mild, and it looks to be a perfect day.

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Author's Thoughts:

I wanted to show Kyle and Abby's growing love for each other. It's like this for new couples, they kiss a lot, hug a lot, and especially fuck a lot, it really does occupy the majority of their thoughts.

The strength of this chapter for me is in the morning when Kyle is taking his shower thinking about his relationship with Abby followed by the sweet moments they share in the kitchen.

Originally, I was thinking about opening the book with these tender Kyle/Abby moments picking up where Book 2 ended, but as sweet and tender as all of this is, I thought introducing the conflict with Alex in the first chapter was a dramatic way to grab the reader as a launch point for Book 3.

As a side story, we see Kyle making some headway with Mr. Curtis, his finicky boss at work. With the aid of some gentle nudging by his wife, he's finally recognizing he has a good employee in Kyle, way to go Mrs. Curtis.

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Chapter 3 - Kyle's Sausage

The bike ride leading out of Milverton to Abby's aunt and uncle's farm is a nice one, I like that there's a nice wide shoulder on this country road.

"Do they know we're coming?" I ask Abby who is ahead of me. I let her ride in front and set the pace because I tend to ride faster than she does. This way she doesn't have to keep yelling for me to slow down so she can keep up.

"Yeah, I talked to them on the phone a few days ago and mentioned we might be riding out."

"Do they know you're bringing me?"

"Yup, I told them I have a true sweetie for a boyfriend I want them to meet."

I pull up alongside, "Oh, I'm a sweetie now, huh?"

"You are my sweetie, my awesome guy, my handsome boyfriend … my sexy lover," she grins.

"Wow, and here I thought I was just some dude," I joke.

"Oh, Kyle, stop it," she laughs.

"Were you close with them growing up?"

"Yeah, they're my favorite aunt and uncle. You'll like them."

"That's cool."

"I have to warn you though, Aunt Maureen will probably talk our ears off when we get there, but once she's spilled all her news and gossip, she'll be fine."

"Okay."

Abby turns into a long gravel driveway that leads to a beautiful farm. They have a white traditional farmhouse, trimmed in dark red with a big porch. There's a red barn out back and a couple of silos. Her aunt and uncle are sitting in the shade on the porch in rocking chairs and wave when we ride up.

"Hi Uncle Larry, Hi Aunt Maureen," Abby gives each of them a hug.

"It's so good to see you, dear," Aunt Maureen kisses her cheeks.

"This is my boyfriend, Kyle."

"Pleased to meet you, Kyle," Uncle Larry shakes my hand.

"Abby has told us so many good things about you." Aunt Maureen approaches with her arms out. "Let me give you a hug." Okay, they seem quite friendly, this is nice.

"Here you two, have a seat." Aunt Maureen motions for Abby and me to sit together on the porch glider.

"Would either of you like some lemonade?" Uncle Larry offers. "I'll bet that'll hit the spot after your long ride."

"Yeah, that sounds great," we agree.

"How long did it take you two to ride out?" Aunt Maureen asks.

"A little more than an hour," Abby answers.

"Oh, that's not too bad, and on a lovely day like this, we won't be getting too many more once Autumn sets in."

"No, we probably won't."

"How's everything at the house, Abby?"

"Everything is great, Uncle Larry."

"That's good, let me know if any issues come up. How are you getting along with Belinda?"

Abby just rolls her eyes. Uncle Larry nods, he must know what Belinda is like. "Hang in there, Pumpkin. We'll see about getting you another roommate next year. You know I had to keep my word with Donald." Belinda must be his friend Donald's daughter.

"I know, Uncle, we'll be fine."

Aunt Maureen brings out a pitcher of lemonade and I quickly learn how right Abby is, this woman sure loves to talk. She wastes no time to begin prattling on and on about everything from the best sticky-bun and bread dough recipes, to how their neighbor's dog is healing after being grazed by a car out on Highway 12, to Uncle Larry finally fixing the drain pipe under wash-tub that she's been pleading with him for three months to repair, to the Ladies of Milverton Quilting Club news, especially that nosy Marge Callup who never knows when to mind her own beeswax - anyhow, you get the idea.

Abby is nodding and trying her best to follow along with Aunt Maureen's onslaught of local gossip, but I can tell her thoughts are wandering. She's listening, but obviously her mind is on something else. I learn just what that something else is when Abby leans over and quietly whispers, "I really liked sucking on your thingy last night, let's do that again later." And, of course, she pulls this stunt just as I take a big gulp of lemonade. It goes down the wrong way and I almost spit it out all over the place in a small coughing fit.

"Now, Abby," Maureen gently scolds, "you're not ten years old anymore, you know it's impolite to tell secrets when you're in a group."

"I'm sorry, Aunt Maureen."

"Well, it must have been a doozy the way poor Kyle almost choked, and his face is as red as a barn!"

"Oh, it was nothing. I was just telling him how I want sausage for dinner tonight."

There she goes again! And it gets worse when Maureen follows up with, "Oh, that sounds delicious! You kids need to go over to the Milverton Marketplace, they have the best sausage in town. Your Uncle Larry and I like Farmer Kyle's brand. We always ask for Kyle's Sausage."

"Oh, yes!" Abby nods in full agreement, "Kyle's Sausage is the best! I've already figured that out!"

"And, when they bring out fresh, you better get your hands on it and grab it quickly."

"Yup!" more vigorous nodding from Abby, "That's exactly what I do. I definitely grab it every chance I get." Is this for real? I'm starting to wonder if this conversation was pre-planned as a prank on me, but something tells me that, no, it wasn't.

"Bless that Harold Curtis, he insists they carry only the best."

"My Kyle actually works there," Abby informs her.

"Oh, isn't that wonderful!" Aunt Maureen affectionately looks at me, "That should be an easy one for you to remember, with your name being Kyle and all. You make sure Abby is taken care of, I'm telling you, nothing compares to Kyle's Sausage."

"You couldn't be more right about that! He takes extra good care of me like that." Abby pats my arm, "Don't-cha, Kyle?" Oh my god, this is too much. How in the hell is she saying all this and keeping a straight face?

Aunt Maureen tilts her head at me and asks, "Are you feeling okay, Kyle? You look a little flushed."

"Excuse me, I have to use the bathroom," I meekly say, fighting to hold back a fit of laughter.

"Go straight in the front door, dear, you'll see it past the stairs on the left."

"Thank you."

I really didn't need to use the bathroom, but I knew if I sat there any longer, I would burst out laughing myself to tears. How would I explain that to her aunt and uncle? Have they never heard of sausage being a common slang term for cock? Either they're playing me, or, no, they honestly are unaware. I guess the same could be true of some of my own elderly relatives not being up on all the naughty terms with dual meanings. In all my life I've never heard a double entendre conversation play out as well as that one.

When I come out and rejoin everyone, Abby is smirking at me. I shake my head and give her a look that says I am so going to get you for this.

"Kyle, I'm willing to guess you've never held a live piglet before?" Uncle Larry asks.

"Uh, no, I haven't."

"Come on out with me to the barn. Zoe just had her litter two weeks ago. I'll show them to you."

"Zoe is our favorite pink sow," Aunt Maureen adds.

"Go on, Kyle, I'll be out in a little while," Abby tells me, still smirking over the Farmer Kyle's Sausage conversation.

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I walk with Uncle Larry around back. "Nice farm you have here."

"Why, thank you, Kyle. It's a lot of hard work, but it's all worth it."

"It shows."

I follow him into the barn, "Ah, here we are." The mother pig, Zoe, is resting and she has five piglets scurrying around, they really are cute. Uncle Larry lets himself into the pen and gently picks one up all the while watching Zoe's reactions. Mama pig looks up and then returns to resting her head, she seems okay. Larry tells me, "You never want to just walk in on a mother pig and her litter without consent. She just gave me the okay by putting her head back down. Zoe is a calm sow."

"All sows are not like her?" I ask.

"No, most are very protective of their young, and, son, with her being 500 pounds, the last thing you want is her pinning you against the rail. Why, she'll break your leg just leaning on ya." He hands me the piglet, "Here you go, she may kick a little, but she'll calm down."

The piglet weighs about eight pounds and nuzzles up to my neck, sniffing and making cute little snorting sounds. She's adorable like a happy pink puppy with tiny white hairs covering her body.

Uncle Larry pulls up a couple of stools for us to sit. "Abby comes up every summer for a couple of weeks, been doing that for years. She's always my good little helper and never afraid to get a little dirty."

I sit down and hold the baby pig on my lap, she lays her little body against me while I pet her. "That's really nice."

"I look forward to those weeks. Abby is like a daughter to me, the one we never had. Maureen and I have two boys, both grown and on their own now. Good men, they turned out to be."

I look down as the little pig looks up, rubbing her nose on mine giving me piggy kisses.

"Abby tells me you two went to high school together?"

"Yes, sir, that's right."

"Call me Larry, Son."

"Okay, Larry."

"So, you know how … how she used to be. Boy, did she ever blossom this summer."

"Yeah, she did, I couldn't believe it when I saw her."

"Have you met her parents yet, Kyle?"

"No, not yet."

"Well, Abby is my sister Rita's daughter. Rita and her husband, Bert, mean well enough, but they sheltered that poor girl WAY too much. I'm not saying there's anything wrong with protecting your young, but children need to be afforded space and allowed to grow … grow into who they are. Do you know what I'm saying?"

"Yeah … I do."

The baby pig surprises me with a quick lick on the nose, I pull my head back and laugh, I wasn't expecting that. Larry laughs, "That little one has surely taken quite a liking to you."

"I think so."

"Like I was saying, Abby is something special to me and her Aunt Maureen, that girl has just the biggest heart. But I'm sure you've figured that out by now."

"Yeah, she does," I agree.

The piglet is climbing up and sniffing all around my neck again, it tickles. "That baby your holding isn't the only one that's taken one mighty fine liking to you."

"I know, sir … Larry."

"Kyle, I've known Abby all her life and I've never seen her as happy as she is right now. She has a real … glow … about her. She calls us often and tells us how she's doing. She thinks the world of you, son, I hope you know that?"

"I do …" I nod and look him in the eye. "I think the world of her too, I really do."

Larry senses my honesty, smiles, and pats my shoulder, "I know, son, it shows … I'm not trying to lecture you, please don't take it like that, all I'm saying is, be a good man to her, she's growing into a fine woman."

"There you are," we hear from behind as Aunt Maureen and Abby come into the barn.

Abby holds her hands out wanting to hold the piglet, I gently pass it to her. "Awww … Look at you! You're just so cute, yes, you are!" The piglet sure likes Abby as well by the way she's giving her little licks and kisses on her cheek.

"What have you boys been chattering about out here?" Aunt Maureen asks.

"Oh, Kyle and I were just getting to know each other, dear."

"Come on inside. How do BLT's sound for lunch?"

"Why that sounds perfect!"

We go to the house and have a nice lunch of bacon, lettuce and tomato sandwiches, fried potatoes, and fresh fruit. Her aunt and uncle really are such nice people, I can see why Abby wanted to come here every summer. I would have enjoyed spending time here too.

After our lunch, it's getting time for us to head back to town. Larry asks me, "Say, Kyle, I know you're working at the grocery store, but if you ever want to come out and lend me a hand, I can always use the extra help and I'll pay you a fair wage. Let's face it, I'm not getting any younger."

"Thank you, Larry, I just may do that."

"You and Abby come visit anytime, you're always welcome."

We shake hands and exchange hugs, Aunt Maureen and Uncle Larry wave from the porch as we begin our trek back to town.

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Once we're a half-mile down the road and riding side by side, Abby says, "You made a great impression, Kyle. Aunt Maureen told me I found a good man."

"And your Uncle Larry told me I have a fine woman," I smile.

"I'm so happy they like you."

"I like them too. But there is a … little something … we need to talk about … a certain conversation on the porch?" Abby smirks knowing what I'm referring to. "Next time you want to play the sausage innuendo game, will you at least warn me first?"

"Oh, Kyle," Abby laughs, "I really didn't plan it, but, wow, that was so funny … And your face was so red!"

"How the hell did you keep a straight face?"

"I honestly don't know! It just happened and I rolled with it. Then Aunt Maureen started going on about how the Marketplace has Kyle's Sausage, the best sausage in town, it was just too funny!"

"Yeah … Pretty funny alright …" I roll my eyes.

"I love you, Kyle," she winks and giggles at me; I guess that's her way of making everything better. Ah well, works for me.

"I love you too."

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Abby and I return to Milverton and lock our bikes up to stroll around Main Street. We visit the used bookstore again; I don't tell her, but I find an illustrated copy of The Return of the King, the last book in the series she's been looking for. When she isn't looking, I take it up to the cashier to hold onto for me. I'll come back and get it later in the week to surprise Abby with it.

Around 6:00, we stop in at the old-timey soda fountain, the one with the bell over the door for a shake. We decide to eat dinner here and each order a burger.

"When is your birthday?" I ask.

"October 20th."

"Oh, so in just a few weeks? I'm glad I asked." Isn't this convenient, I already have the cashier at the used bookstore holding a hard-to-find book I know she wants.

She eyes me over her shake, "Are you … planning something special?"

"You'll just have to wait and see."

The waitress brings us our burgers and I note in a whisper, "Wait, I thought you wanted sausage for dinner?"

"Oh, I will … later," she grins.

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Back at Abby's house, we get comfortable, comfortable as in laying around in our underwear. I'm in my boxers and Abby puts my Ramones shirt back on, she really looks sexy in it. Girls always look so damn sexy in a guy's t-shirt that's a couple of sizes too big for them, especially when wearing nothing underneath.

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