| Straight: Orgies and Gangbangs: Abby (1/13) |
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Abby bounced along to the music coming from her car stereo as she hummed along with the words. Today she was in a good mood. An extremely good mood. She was on her way over to Pete's place to watch the game with him and a couple of his buddies and she thought of the invitation as a sign that they were in fact moving along into a relationship, a sign that their third date had not been their last. She could still feel the thrill that had raced through her when he had called yesterday, Saturday afternoon, to invite her over. "Ed and Tom are coming over to watch the Bucs play and I thought you might like to join us," his voice had come through the receiver. Not a huge football fan, but not one of those women who despise the game either, Abby had accepted the invitation while trying desperately to keep the excitement she was feeling from showing in her voice. "Do you want me to bring anything?" She'd asked politely, half expecting it to be one of those cases where the man expects the woman to play hostess for his buddies. "Nope," Pete's voice smiled through the phone. "Just your lovely self." Abby's heart did a summersault in her chest at the response. Still struggling to disguise her excitement she'd assured him she would be there. And now she was on her way over. It wasn't just that she thought her and Pete were actually building up to a relationship that had her excited. Oh yes, Pete was a great guy: tall, nice looking, generally sweet and interesting. He had even seemed genuinely caring when she'd explained the long road she'd been on during their second date. And on their third date he had assured her he was willing to wait a little longer for them to have sex. But it wasn't just him. It was the idea that she was actually doing something again. Nearly a year prior Abby had broken up with her boyfriend of seven years. Well, more like he had broken up with her. Except he hadn't bothered to tell her. At least not until she'd walked into their apartment to catch him fucking her friend, now ex-friend, Diana on their couch. The ensuing fight had gotten ugly and Keith, her ex, had spewed some pretty mean things in her direction, including calling her "fat" among several names under that same category. Since then Abby had only managed to go on dates with a few different men, and none of those dates had turned out well in her eyes. Only one of the guys had asked for a second date and he'd stood her up for that. All of this had taken a fairly large toll on her self-esteem and she was only now fighting her way back. Although Keith had called her "fat" she was now able to see and understand that he was wrong. Sure she wasn't the size two she'd been when they had first met, but she wasn't "fat" either, just a little chunky. She still had curves in all the right places. She still looked good in a pair of shorts, which she was wearing today on her way over to Pete's; a pair of tight little white shorts that hugged her ass and rode high on her thighs. Her big red t-shirt flowed loose above where it was tucked into her shorts, but still allowed her ample breasts to be outlined under the material. |
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