Abby’s Awakening - Sex Stories

Abby’s Awakening

Lights flashed and music boomed out of the speakers, impelling everyone to move. The floor was awash with pumping arms, flailing legs and bouncing bodies.

The dancing was wild. Felicity was screaming, hands waving wildly to the rave music, the beat forcing us to leap and twirl, sweat flying in all directions.

Between us was Owen – the object of our combined desire that night; a third-year History student, star rugby player and, more importantly, someone with a reputation with the girls that we were keen to explore.

Covered in a sheen of perspiration, Owen was shirtless, his lithe torso reflecting green, red and orange as the disco colours bounced off his eye-catching six-pack.

Divine! Heavenly! Words mostly failed me. But at that moment I desperately wanted him. Wanted him to take me home, rip my panties off and thrust his unrepentant cock deep inside my needy snatch.

Was that too much for a girl to ask?

You know how, in any friendship, one of you is always more popular? Whether it’s the right looks, trendier clothes and a vibrant, outgoing personality? Or perhaps it’s the more classically desirable body and always having a funny or sarcastic riposte at the ready?

Well, that was Felicity. We’d known each other less than a year but she had quickly become my college Bestie. I resigned myself to the fact that the boys always gravitated to her first. It was annoying but sometimes you just had to accept it. Or find another friend. And Felicity was enough ...

... of a friend that I didn’t want to do that. And even I had to admit she was hot; I fully understood why the lads wanted her.

Sometimes it could be very frustrating, though. Like now, when we both wanted someone.

As the song ended, I caught her eye and tilted my head to the bathrooms. She frowned, then gave a brief nod before leading me through the boisterous throng.

As we reached our destination and pushed through the door the decibels reduced enough to make conversation possible again. I didn’t waste any time.

“Can I have him?”

Her frown reappeared. “Not tonight, Abby. I need a good shag. Plus, this is the perfect opportunity to find out if the rumours are true.”

“I want him,” I pleaded.

“No.”

I pouted.

“It’s myturn!” I implored.

“No!”

“Pleeeaase…” I was conscious that I was almost begging.

She looked at me reflectively for what seemed like a whole minute. Then, relenting, she sighed. “Alright…”

My hopes soared.

“…I’ll tell you what I’ll do…”

She gave me a calculated look.

“We can toss a coin.”

I hesitated. It sounded like a fair solution, but Inever won this sort of thing. Sighing in defeat, I nodded, hope already seeping from my limbs.

Felicity’s hand dipped into her purse and produced a fifty-pence piece.

“Heads or tails,” she called, spinning the coin in the air.

“Tails.”

She caught the coin and slapped it onto the counter. We both peered. My heart sank.

“Sorry,” she said after a hesitant moment.

Tears ...