Ned and Abby and Samantha Ch. 01

"Mom, I'm bored. This street sucks. There are no kids my age. Everyone is old. There's no one to play with. All my school friends live far away."

His mom smiled. "Ned, a new family just moved in, three houses down. I've met them, and they seem nice. They have a daughter your age. Why don't you play with her?"

He rolled his eyes. "Mom! I don't want to play with a girl."

She smiled. "Why not?"

He sighed. "I'm not interested in playing with dolls."

She smirked. "Who says she likes to play with dolls? When I was a girl, I liked playing with boys."

He looked surprised. "You did?"

"Yup."

"Why?"

"Because I didn't want to play with dolls. I wanted to do the things the guys were doing. I wanted to play sports. I wanted to explore on my bike with them. I didn't want to wear a dress. I didn't care if my clothes got dirty. You like baseball. Her mom says Abby plays ball and loves riding her bike. Her mom says Abby is bored like you are. You should give her a chance. What have you got to lose? You might like her."

His mom smiled. "Abby is definitely not a girly girl. She's as tall as you. She might even give you a run for your money on the baseball diamond. She also likes to play soccer. You were thinking of playing soccer. Maybe you could play together."

He rolled his eyes. "Fine! I'll go see her," he grumbled.

His mom smiled when he returned hours later. "Did you see Abby?"

He smiled. "Yup."

"And?"

"She's okay, Mom. We went for a bike ride and tossed a ball around. She's got a wicked arm. I raced her and won, but only by a hair. She doesn't run like most girls do."

His mom smiled. "How do most girls run?"

He smiled. "You know. They press their arms against their sides and take little strides. It looks dumb."

"And how did Abby run?"

"She ran like a guy. She took long strides, and her arms were pumping to go faster."

His mom grinned. "I see. Where did you go riding?"

"I took her to my hideout in the forest. She thought it was cool. No one can see you. We got muddy because the path was wet, but she didn't care."

"Your dad and I used to go there."

"You did?"

"Yes. We took a towel to sit on and packed some food. We'd lie on the towel under the big tree, look at the forest, and talk. It was very peaceful.

"Maybe I'll take a towel and some food next time. Thanks, Mom. Maybe the summer won't be so bad after all."

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Abby's dad was sick with cancer, and her mom had to stay at the hospital a lot, so Abby stayed at our place. Abby didn't want to sleep alone in the guestroom, so she slept with me. Mom said Abby would likely be sad, so I held her when we slept.

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Abby liked to go to my secret forest spot. We always took a big towel and some food, lay together, and talked.

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Max Toofer said I was a pussy because I hung out with Abby. I tackled him and twisted his arm until he took it back. Abby didn't like Max and smiled when he squealed like a sissy. He never called me a pussy after that.

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I got the game-winning hit in the ninth inning. Abby whistled loudly and gave me a big hug. It felt good.

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Abby had her first period. She told me all about it. I wish she hadn't.

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My mom said men should know how to feed themselves and showed me how to cook. I was in charge of making supper twice a week. Abby often ate at our place on the nights I cooked. She said I was a better cook than her mom. Plus, I took meal requests from her.

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Abby's looks hadn't changed in years. She had a wholesome girl-next-door look. Her straight chestnut brown hair was shoulder length, and she had a low-maintenance cut. She didn't wear makeup. She thought painting your face was stupid and couldn't be bothered putting it on and taking it off. She had a cute smattering of freckles across her nose.

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I was good at English and bad at Math. Abby was the opposite, so we helped each other.

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Some guys were sitting across the table from me in the school lunchroom. I overheard them say, "Look at the ass on her!" I turned around, and it was Abby coming to sit with me. She was wearing tight shorts. I don't know why I never noticed her ass before that, but I always did after that.

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Some jerk was bragging about fucking Abby, but he barely knew her. I punched him in the head and got a detention. Abby thanked me and waited until she saw him and kicked him in the nuts. You didn't want to mess with Abby. She was 5'10" and strong.

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I was in front of hundreds of people, collecting my diploma at the graduation ceremony. Abby was sitting with Mom and whistled really loud. Part of me was embarrassed because everyone looked at her and then at me. But part of me was proud she did it.

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We celebrated our grade 12 graduation together, but neither of us remember much because we bought a big bottle of wine and drank it all.

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I was sad when Abby went to nursing school because it was ninety minutes away, but I vowed to visit every month so she wouldn't be lonely. I missed her a lot.

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"What did you think of the food?" Abby asked.

"It was great, but there was too much. I'm glad we went for a walk. I felt stuffed. It was good to walk it off. Plus, this is a nice neighborhood. I like walking here."

"Me too. And I love it when you visit. I get to see you, and it's the only time I get to eat out. Usually, I'm on the other side of the table serving people. It sucks having to go to school and work part-time but I need the money. I appreciate it when you take me out." She smiled. "No one else does."

I smiled back. "I'm happy to take you out!"

"Well, here we are. Back at the old apartment. It's hard to believe we've been walking for forty-five minutes, but it's such a nice night, and time flies when I talk to you. We can talk about anything."

She opened the door. "Have a seat. I need to use the washroom. Think about what you want to watch. I'll be back in a minute. I think Miranda is here, but I'm not sure. She might be in her room studying."

I sat down on their very comfortable couch. You sank about six inches. I could hear Miranda speaking in her room.

"No, you can't come over tonight, Alex. Ned is here, and you know he usually sleeps over and drives home in the morning. Besides, you guys are going to see us tomorrow night. You'll just have to wait to get your hands on our hot bodies." Miranda laughed. "Make sure you eat your Wheaties. We wore you guys out last week!"

Guys were coming over to get their hands on Abby's hot body? They wore the guys out last week? WTF! My heart sank. I felt like someone had punched me in the gut.

Miranda left her room and stopped dead when she saw me.

"Hi, Ned." She said hesitantly.

There was an awkward silence.

"I didn't realize you were here. Where's Abby?"

"Using the washroom."

I could see Miranda trying to determine what I heard, but I tried to maintain calm even though my gut was churning.

"How long have you been here?"

"A few minutes."

"Oh, okay. Well, good to see you. I should get back to my studies."

Miranda hightailed it back to her room and closed the door. I felt like I was going to puke. There was no way I could stay.

Abby entered the room and sat down with her feet on my lap with a big bowl of popcorn and some drinks.

"Did you think of anything to watch?" She smiled. "There are some new Netflix shows."

"Umm, I'm sorry, but I have to leave."

"What? We just sat down?" She said, surprised.

"Ya, I know, but I got a text from Ray at work. He won't be in tomorrow. He has the flu and feels like shit so I'll need to open the hardware store at seven. If I stay tonight, I'll need to leave super early tomorrow, which I don't want to."

Abby frowned. "That sucks! Well, thanks for coming down. I always look forward to your visits."

I got up, and she gave me a big goodbye hug.

"See you in two weeks!"

I couldn't muster a smile. "Ya, see you later."

"Text me when you get home so I know you made it okay."

"I will."

He left.

Miranda peeked out of her room. "Is Ned gone?"

Abby frowned. "Ya, we were looking forward to watching some shows. I went to the washroom, and when I came back, he said he had to leave."

"Did he say why?"

"Ray is sick, so he needs to open the store at seven."

Miranda sighed.

"What?" Abby asked.

"Umm, that may not be why he left."

"What do you mean?"

"I was talking to Alex. He and Tom wanted to come by tonight, but I told him that Ned was here and was sleeping over. Then I reminded him that we were going to see them tomorrow night. I said they could get their hands on our hot bodies then and to make sure they ate their Wheaties because we wore them out last week."

Abby gasped. "Oh, no! And you think Ned heard you?"

"Well, he was sitting on the couch when I came out and left abruptly after my call ended."

"Shit!"

"Does this mean Ned didn't know you've been having sex every week for the last two years?"

"I didn't tell him."

"Why not?"

"Because we're friends, not lovers. I don't ask him if he's dating people at home, and he doesn't ask me."

"Maybe he doesn't tell you about dating people at home because he's not. And maybe he assumed you weren't seeing other guys because you never mention it. Maybe you're more than just a friend to Ned. Maybe he has feelings for you."

"He's never said that."

"Maybe he assumed you felt the same way about him. After all, you've been here for over two years, and he drives ninety minutes, down and back, twice a month, to see you. He takes you out for dinner every time. You go for walks. You go to see shows. If a guy did that for me, I'd assume it was more than a regular friendship. But who knows? Maybe he didn't hear me. Maybe he's not upset. Maybe Ray was sick, and he had to go back to open the store."

"I can find out."

"How?"

"I know, Ray. I'll call him.

"Hey, Ray, it's Abby. How are you doing?"

"Okay. What's up?"

"I know this is an odd question, but are you sick with the flu?"

"No."

"So you're going to work tomorrow?"

"Yes. Why do you want to know?"

"Sorry, I'll tell you later. Thanks."

"SHIT! Ray isn't sick, which means Ned must have heard you and is upset. Maybe I should have told him, but he's never expressed romantic feelings toward me. It would be one thing to tell Ned if I fell head over heels in love with someone and wanted him to be happy for me. And I would be happy for him if he met someone he loved. But I don't love Alex and Tom, and they don't love me. It's just sex. Why would I tell Ned about them? As soon as school's over, I'll never see them again. I don't even know where they live. I hope my friendship with Ned isn't ruined. I'll call him. Tell the guys I'm not interested in anything tomorrow. I definitely won't be in the mood."

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"Your phone has been dinging a lot today." His mom said.

"Ya, I know. It's probably Abby. She can wait."

Hmm! "You look upset. Is something wrong? How was your visit with Abby?"

"It sucked."

"Oh, no. What happened?"

"Abby's been sleeping with guys."

"How do you know?"

"Miranda didn't know I was there, and I overheard her talking to a guy about them coming over on Saturday to have sex with her and Abby."

"Does Abby know you know?"

"I don't know. I was upset and left. I told her Ray was sick and I needed to get up early to open the store."

"Do you think she believed you?"

"I don't know. There are several messages from her, but I don't want to talk to her."

"Ned, did you ever tell Abby that you had feelings for her?"

"No. I assumed she felt the same way about me as I did about her."

"Did you ever try to kiss Abby or touch her?"

"Mom, I touch her all the time. We sit on the couch together, and she puts her feet on my lap when we watch shows. We hold hands. She gives me hugs. She always wears the friendship ring I gave her."

"I see. But you've never touched her romantically or kissed her."

"No."

"I know you're hurting, but if you never told her or touched her, she probably didn't know how you felt."

"Mom! I didn't drive down for two friggin years and take her out for supper and go for walks and watch shows with her just to be her friend!"

"Were you going to tell her?"

"Yes. But I was nervous. I tried a few times but chickened out. I feel awful. I feel like a fucking idiot. I slept on the couch while other guys were sleeping with her."

"Ned, I can see why you're upset, but I'm sure Abby didn't mean to hurt you deliberately. She would never do that to you. You're her best friend. You should at least look at her messages. She's probably worried about you."

"Sorry, mom, but at the moment I don't give a shit how she feels!"

He deleted all of Abby's messages and stomped off.

Oh, my! She thought. This wasn't good!"

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"Hi, Abby."

"Hi, Noreen."

"I'm calling to let you know that Ned won't be responding to your messages. He's upset and deleted them. He said he overheard you've been sleeping with guys. Is that true?"

Abby didn't answer.

"Abby? I'm not calling to bite your head off. I slept with guys when I was in college. I'm not here to judge you. I just want to know."

"Yes, there are two friends of my roommate that we've been seeing for a while. They usually come over on Saturday. They're nice guys, but I don't have feelings for them. It's just sex. I didn't mean to hurt Ned. I didn't know he had romantic feelings for me. He never said anything. Did you know?"

"I think he's had feelings for you for quite a while, but I thought you knew."

"Shit! Why didn't he tell me?"

"He was nervous. He said to tried a few times and chickened out."

"I feel terrible! I hope it doesn't ruin our relationship."

"If he had told you, what would you have done?"

There was a long pause. "I'm not sure. I don't think about him that way. Or I haven't thought about him that way. I do love him as a friend. And I find him attractive, but I don't know. What should I do? Can you tell him I'd like to talk to him?"

"I will, but he's pretty upset. It's his first broken heart. I'll keep you informed. You can try to contact him, but I'm not sure if he'll respond. Thanks for talking to me."

"Thanks, Noreen."

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"Hi, Abby."

"Hi, Noreen."

"Have you heard from Ned?"

"No."

"Shoot. I'm not surprised, though. He's been moping around the house since he left your place three weeks ago. He works long hours and then comes home, eats, and goes to bed. I think it's his way of not thinking about you. He doesn't even go out with his friends."

"The problem is that his identity has been tied to you forever. When he found out you were seeing other guys, it was like ripping a big piece of him out. It was a huge rejection. He needs to separate himself from you. He needs to see other people. He needs to see that he's a worthy person in his own right. He's handsome and is a great guy. He needs the attention of other females to realize he's more than just you and him. I'm going to try to push him to go out. Unfortunately, it means you'll see him even less in the short term, but if it works out, maybe you guys can still be friends. How are you doing?"

"Okay, but I still feel terrible about Ned being upset."

"Don't beat yourself up. You didn't know he had feelings for you. He didn't tell you. Focus on your school. You'll be done in six months, and then you'll be a nurse. There is a huge shortage, so you should be able to come back and write your job ticket. I'll work on Ned. Take care of yourself. You're a good person. I'll keep you informed."

"Thanks, Noreen. Call me every week to let me know how Ned is. Okay?"

"I will."

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I pestered Ned to go out with his friends until he finally relented to get me off his back.

I knew some parents of the girls in Ned's group of friends and casually let it drop that Ned and Abby were not a couple. Abby and Ned had been close for so many years that I figured the girls might assume they were a couple. Now they would know Ned was available.

My strategy worked faster than I had hoped. Ned was smiling a few days later. I hadn't seen him smile in weeks.

"You look happy."

"I am. I had a great time. It was good to get out, and I talked for hours with Samantha. She sat beside me at the beginning of the night and never left. She invited me to her apartment on Friday."

"What did you say?"

He grinned. "What do you think? She's a babe! I said yes."

Excellent! Samantha's mom was one of the people I talked to about Ned being a free agent. The next step was going to be super awkward, but hopefully, it would be helpful.

"Ned?"

"Yes?"

"Can I give you a few tips for your date, given I'm female?"

He looked at me cautiously but didn't say no.

"Have you got condoms? You don't want any heat of the moment, babies. You're too young to be a father."

"I was going to get some."

"Good. Is this your first time?"

"Mom!"

"If it is, be honest with her because you likely won't last long the first time anyway. Has she been with other guys?"

"Yes, she's been with two other guys for a year at a time. One of them is a buddy of mine."

"Good, then she'll likely know what she's doing and what she wants. Let her take the lead. She'll let you know what she wants. In general, always err on the side of caution. Be gentle. Don't lunge at her with your mouth. Move in slowly. Graze her lips softly. Be gentle when penetrating her as well. Check to make sure she's wet. Never stick your penis in if she's not wet. It would hurt. Lots of women don't come from intercourse, but most enjoy oral sex. So if she hasn't come from your penis try to make her come with your mouth. Lick her clit. Be gentle. Ask her to let you know if you're doing it right. She'll appreciate your desire to please her."

"Okay."

"What are you going to wear?"

"I hadn't thought about it."

"Wear your cowboy boots, faded jeans, and tan dress shirt. You look nice in them."

Ned didn't show up until 10:30 Saturday morning, which was a good sign. He looked tired and disheveled but had a big grin on his face.

"How did your night go?"

"Amazing! The best night ever! I wanted to impress Samantha, so I called Alan, who she went out with. I know him well. I asked him if he could give me some tips. He said she didn't drink much or care about flowers but liked a certain type of chocolate. He gave me the name, and I bought a box. Samantha was surprised and pleased when she saw them. You should have seen her mom! She looked super hot! She was wearing a short black mini-skirt with a sheer white blouse with a frilly black bra underneath and her nails and lips were red."

"She told me I looked nice. We sat on the couch, and she asked me how I was. Then, she asked about Abby. Whether I was still dating her. I explained that we were just friends. She smiled and said, 'Good.' Then she asked me if I'd ever been with someone. I was embarrassed but said no. She smiled really big and said 'Good'. Then she asked if I'd like to be with her. I smiled and said yes. She said 'Good' again with a big grin."

"Umm, are you sure you want to hear this? It's kind of sexual."

I was quite curious, but didn't want Ned to think I was a pervert, so I smiled. "I'm sure I can handle it. Why don't you just give me a summary? I'll let you know if I'm getting bothered."

He smiled. Okay! Don't say I didn't warn you!"

"We sat close together and started to kiss. I did what you said and gently grazed my lips with hers. They were so soft. Her lipstick tasted like bubblegum. She pressed harder and then stuck her tongue in my mouth. I couldn't believe how soft and warm and juicy it felt. She sucked my tongue so I sucked hers. It seemed like we kissed forever. It felt great. Then she looked at me and said I was a 'natural' kisser, which made me feel good."

"She asked me to undress her. I unbuttoned her blouse. Then I unzipped her skirt and pulled it down. She had on sexy red panties."

"Umm, Mom, I can't give you any more details. It would be too embarrassing, so I'm just going to give you the abbreviated version. I finished undressing her, and she undressed me and gave me a blow job. I didn't last long. We went to bed. I gave her oral sex. Alan had told me how she liked to be licked, so I did it. She liked it and said I was very good."

"Then she rode me, and I lasted until she came. Then she put one of the chocolates I bought in her mouth until it melted and French-kissed me until all the chocolate was gone. Alan told me she liked to do that. We rested and then did everything again. I was on top the next time. I lasted quite a while that time, and she came again. We snuggled together. Then we did it doggy style."

"We went to sleep together, which felt very nice. We woke at eight and did it again. Alan told me she liked to eat at Starbucks, so I took her out for breakfast, which pleased her. I took her back to her place. Then she looked at me and said, 'How did you know all those things? The chocolates. How I like to be licked. That I liked breakfast at Starbucks?'

"I wasn't sure if it was okay that I asked Alan about her. But I thought the truth was best."

"I wanted to please you, so I asked Alan if he could give me some tips."

She smiled. "What a sweet boy you are! Abby's loss. My gain! Can we meet again next Friday at my place?"

"I said yes."

Wow! That went better than I expected. For the first time in weeks, Ned wasn't pining over Abby.

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I called Abby to update her. I was curious how she'd react to Ned sleeping with Samantha.

"Hi, Abby."

"Hi, Noreen."

"Ned had a date with Samantha and came home very happy. It's the first time he smiled in weeks. He's no longer a virgin, and Samantha invited him back."

"That's great news! I'm glad he's feeling better. I figured something had happened because I received a text from him."

"What did he say?"

"Not much. He just said 'Hi' but at least he said something to me. I was beginning to worry I'd never hear from him. I said 'Hi' back and told him I was sorry I upset him and asked how he was. He said 'Better' but that's it. I've been worried sick about him, but it sounds like he's getting better. Samantha is a nice person. She'll treat him well."

"Did you have a good March break?"

"Yes! I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel. Only a few months left. Miranda and I blew off some steam. We invited some people over for a small party. It felt great to relax, although I felt crappy the next day. Well, I should go. Thanks for updating me, Noreen! Call me again if there's more news about Ned."

Hmm. Strange. I thought Abby might be bothered by Ned sleeping with Samantha, but she didn't seem to be. She sounded relieved. It seemed like she didn't have romantic feelings for Ned.

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"Mmm! That feels good! You're a great pussy licker! Stick a finger in me."

I did.

"Stick another finger in me."

I did.

"Now start fingering me and keep licking.

"Oh, ya! That feels great! I'm super wet! I can feel it oozing down my crack. Rub it into my butt hole and then push your finger in. Nice and soft. Gradually push harder."

"It's resisting my finger."

She smiled. "Keep pushing. A bit harder. Just a bit harder."

My finger popped into her butt.

She smiled. "See! You did it. Now, start thrusting your fingers into my pussy and ass while licking my clit. Thrust your fingers into my pussy all the way but just stick your finger into my butt about two inches."

"Ya! Just like that! That feels SO good! You're a pro! Abby was an idiot to let you go! Go faster with your fingers and press down harder with your tongue."

"FUCK! That feels good! Faster! Ya! Just like that! I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum!!! FUCK!!!!!!!"

Samantha's body tensed as an orgasm ripped through her. I kept thrusting and licking until she pushed me away and curled into a fetal ball with a big grin on her face.

"Whew! That was a biggie! My pussy and butt are still pulsing! That routine is a keeper, Mr. Studman!"

I washed my hands, and then we snuggled together with her facing me.

She looked serious. "Before we go too far, I want to make something clear because I don't want to hurt your feelings."

Oh, no! Was she dumping me already?

She must have noticed the concern on my face because she smiled. "Don't worry! I don't want you to go anywhere, but I'm not ready to get married. I broke up with my last boyfriend because he wanted to get engaged, but I wasn't ready. I'm still young. I'm not ready to settle down yet. Are you okay with that? I like you a lot and find you very handsome, and you're great in bed, but I don't want to marry anyone yet. Can we be good friends with benefits?"

I had no problem with that. She was my first girlfriend, and I assumed there would be others. Ever since I started going out with my friends again, it seemed like the ladies were treating me differently. They were more friendly and more touchy. I liked it. It was great for my ego."

I smiled. "I'm fine with being your friend with benefits for as long as you want."

She smiled. "I like your attitude, and I like the way you never get upset when I suggest things."

"Why would I? I want to please you."

She rolled her eyes. "It seems to hurt some guys' egos when a female makes suggestions. Your openness to suggestions is refreshing."

She grinned and looked at my dick. "Is he ready for another round?"

I smiled back. "Yup!"

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"Oh, no!" Abby exclaimed, looking upset.

"What's wrong?" Miranda asked.

"I talked to Noreen a few weeks ago, and she said Ned was seeing Samantha and felt better. I didn't hear anything more, so I wanted to check with Ned. I texted him to ask how he was. He said okay, which I thought was a good sign. I've missed him so I asked if he'd like to come down on Friday. He said he was busy. So I asked about next Friday. He didn't answer. I was concerned, so I asked him again. This is what he said:

"Abby. You were my best friend, and I developed feelings for you. It was the highlight of my week, driving down to see you and spending time together. I was always disappointed when I had to go home in the morning. I went out with our friends at home but had no interest in other girls. I assumed you felt the same about me because you never mentioned other guys. I felt like dying when I overheard Miranda say you were having sex with those guys. I couldn't face you and had to leave. I feel better because I'm seeing Samantha and I really like her. She makes me feel good. Unfortunately, when I think about you, it makes me feel bad again. I think about all the times I drove down to see you and slept on the couch while other guys slept in your bed. It makes me feel like I was a naive, lovesick fool. I feel sad when I think about guys having sex with you when we never even kissed. So, please don't contact me anymore. Maybe someday we can be friends again, but not now. It hurts too much. I don't hate you. In fact, I still love you, and my mind doesn't fault you for being with other guys. Three years is a long time to be alone. Unfortunately, my heart is still having a hard time accepting that you didn't feel the same way about me as I felt about you. So, for now, I don't want to hear from you."

"Oh!" Miranda exclaimed. "That's terrible. Sounds like he's still hurting big time."

"It's awful! I feel so bad for him."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Yes."

"Why did you make Ned sleep on the couch?"

"I didn't make him. He asked for a pillow and blanket for the couch the first time he came down. After that, he always slept there."

"But why didn't you ask him to sleep in your bed? It would have been more comfortable for him. You didn't have to have sex. Wouldn't it have been nice to snuggle with your best friend or at least feel his presence close by? You let Alex and Tom into your bed while you made a guy who has worshipped you for years sleep on the couch. I don't get it."

Abby said nothing.

"Well, it's too late now. Maybe when you're home again, you can work things out. It would be a shame if you lost Ned forever. He's a nice guy."

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I graduated and was finally back home and had a job.

Noreen asked if I would come over. She said she had something for me but wouldn't tell me what, which made me curious.

"Hi, Noreen! It's good to see you. I haven't been here in a long time."

Noreen gave me a big hug. "It's great to see you, Abby! You look good!"

"Thanks!"

"I hear you got a job already."

"Yes, I'll be visiting people in their homes, so they don't need to move to nursing homes. It's what I always wanted to do, so I'm quite happy."

"That's great news. All your hard work has paid off."

"Yes, plus I'm glad to be home. I don't like big cities and all my friends and family are here. I've moved back home with Mom. Unfortunately, she's developed dementia. It's still early, but she's starting to forget things. Eventually, she'll need to move into a place with care, but for now, I can help her stay in her house."

"I'm sorry to hear that. I had no idea."

"Thanks. What did you want to see me about?"

"Two days after Ned visited you, I noticed a box out on the curb on garbage day. I didn't put it there, so I was curious what it was. Fortunately, I saw it before the garbage truck came by. I rescued it and put it in my closet."

"What was it?"

"Have a look."

Noreen took me into her room, where a large box was on her bed. I sat down and started looking. It was stuff of Ned and me. Pictures of us playing sports. Pictures of us smiling on Ned's bed. Graduation pictures of us. Pictures of us covered in dirt and smiling. Years and years of pictures of us growing up. A flood of memories washed over me. Good memories. Happy memories.

I looked at Maureen. "Ned threw these out?"

"It was right after he got back from visiting you and discovered you were seeing other guys. He was upset. Fortunately, I saw the box because these are priceless. I wondered if you wanted them."

I kept looking at the pictures. I remembered some of them as clear as day. Happy times. Good times. And Ned threw them out. A wave of sadness came over me. My throat tightened, and my eyes watered. Tears trickled down my face. Noreen held me until there were no tears left.

She wiped my tears away and looked at me. "You didn't do anything wrong, Abby. The ways of the heart can sometimes be hard. Sometimes, we don't feel the same way others feel about us. Ned will get over it eventually. Just give him time for his heart to heal. Do you want the pictures?"

"Yes. Thanks, Noreen. They're priceless. It's like a history of our relationship. I'm so glad you rescued them."

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Samantha called him. "What's up?"

"My period arrived early, so we should probably cancel tonight. I'll be out of action."

"I don't mind if we don't do anything sexual. We could just hang out."

"I might not be good company. My period always makes me feel tired. I usually get takeout, watch a bit of TV, and go to bed early."

"I could feed you and then go if you were tired."

"You know how to cook?"

"Yup. Mom said it was pathetic when men couldn't feed themselves, so she showed me how to cook. I cook several meals a week at home."

"Really?"

"Yup!"

"That's rare."

"I don't mind. I enjoy cooking. Is there anything you like to eat?"

"I like lasagne, but my cupboard is bare at the moment."

"That's okay. I can pick up the ingredients. Do you like garlic bread?"

"I love garlic bread!"

"Okay, I can make that as well. Does that sound okay?"

"It sounds great! I'll see you later!"

I wasn't used to seeing a man cook. I grew up in a traditional family where dad worked and mom raised me and cooked and maintained the house.

I was feeling pampered. Ned was making the lasagne and garlic bread while I sat on the couch with a glass of wine, which he brought, and watched him. I could get used to being pampered like this. I imagined coming home from work every day and saying, 'What's for supper, honey?' It was a pleasant thought.

Ned had a nice ass which looked great under his tight faded jeans. And Ned had an even nicer cock under his jeans. To think that just a few months ago, he was a virgin and only lasted thirty seconds the first time. Now, he could last as long as he wanted. He never failed to make me cum. And his strange growth spurt applied to more than his height. One day, he felt bigger than normal inside me. I thought he was just really aroused. But the fuller feeling kept happening. I'm pretty sure his cock grew a bit. Now he fits just perfectly. Not too big and not too small."

We've slept together enough times that I've shown him everything I like, and he never fails to deliver. I've learned what turns his crank. He loves it when I wear sheer white nylons with a garter belt. He goes crazy, running his hands over the smooth sheer material and his cock sticks out like a battering ram. He also loves it when I wear red lipstick. He says it looks super hot with my blonde hair. And he loves my shaved pussy. He likes the look and the smooth feel when his tongue is down there, which is frequently!

He sat down beside me, and I put my feet on his lap. "The food's in the oven. We can eat in forty-five minutes."

He asked me about my day. He was surprised when he originally found out I was a primary school teacher. I asked him why, and he smiled.

"I don't remember any of my teachers looking as nice as you do."

He seemed genuinely interested in my job and always asked about my day. He probably knew more about my school and class than anyone besides me. He remembers stuff I mentioned weeks ago. It was nice to have someone take an interest in my life.

He was such a nice guy. It was amazing that someone hadn't scooped him up before I met him. I think it was because everyone assumed he and Abby were a couple because they were so tight. Then my mom told me that Ned's mom told her that Abby and Ned were just friends. I was in there like a dirty shirt the next time our group went out. I think he and Abby were more than just friends, but he didn't turn me down when I invited him to my place, and he rarely mentions Abby when I'm with him.

The thing I like most is that he's so open to my suggestions, sexual or otherwise. It doesn't bother his ego at all when I suggest something sexually. And when I casually mentioned I thought he would look good with longer hair and a short beard, he let it grow. He looks super hot now. I topped it off with a pair of mirror sunglasses, and it makes my panties melt when he wears them.

The oven timer dinged.

"Supper's ready!" He said.

A minute later, he handed me a plate with some delicious-tasting lasagne and a big slice of garlic bread and topped up my wine glass. Could a girl be more spoiled? The food was delicious, and I felt totally sated. I was feeling good and rubbed my feet on his groin. He looked surprised.

"Want a blow job?" I asked with a grin.

He looked confused. "I thought you didn't feel good with your period?"

I smiled. "I'm feeling much better since you fed me. You still can't come inside me. It would be messy, but I can give you a blow job if you want."

I almost broke out laughing when he looked like he was contemplating my offer. What guy turns down a blow job? But he surprised me.

"No, it doesn't seem right. I didn't come here expecting sex, and I'd feel guilty getting a blow job when I couldn't return the favor."

I was surprised but it was his choice. "Okay."

He smiled. "I wouldn't mind some kissing, though. I love kissing you."

I had no problem kissing him! He was a great kisser.

We lay down beside each other and started kissing. Slow, lazy kissing. It was yummy. He stuck his hand under my t-shirt and started to caress my breasts while we continued to kiss. It felt nice. The couch was crowded, though, so I led him to the bedroom, and we stripped and resumed our kissing and fondling on the bed. It was very leisurely. His cock felt rock hard as I stroked him. I whispered in his ear. "Cum for me."

I start stroking him faster and semen soon rocketed out of his dick. Fortunately, I covered it with my hand before it landed all over the bed.

We snuggled our warm, naked bodies together. The wine and food and the long day and my period made me feel tired, but his body felt nice beside me. I didn't want him to go.

"Stay with me."

He smiled and wrapped his arms around me. I was asleep in minutes.

I had a great night's sleep. In the morning, there was a note on the night table.

"Samantha: Had to leave for work, but your favorite Starbucks food is on the kitchen table. Enjoy! Talk to you later."

What a sweetheart he was!

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I was nervous because I didn't know what Ned would say. I didn't think he'd say no, but if he did, the rejection would hurt, given how I felt about him. There was only one way to find out.

"Ned?"

"Yes?"

I took a deep breath. "Would you move in with me?"

He looked surprised.

"You want me to live with you?"

"Yes."

"But you told me months ago that you weren't ready to settle down."

"That was then. I'd never met anyone that I wanted to live with. But the last few months have been the happiest ones of my life, and the only difference is you. I find you handsome. You're great in bed. I love talking to you. I look forward to seeing you. I like how you treat me, and I love it when we snuggle together when you stay over."

He smiled. "Are you serious?"

"Yes."

He smiled again. "I'd love to move in, but is there enough space for me?"

"Well, there seems to be enough space in bed for us so that covers nighttime. And we both work away from home in the day. And there doesn't seem to be a space problem when you visit. The couch is plenty big."

"Ya, but what about my clothes?" You have tons of clothes and shoes, and your closet is full."

"I've thought about that. Some of my clothes and shoes are old. I can get rid of them. You don't have a lot of clothes. If I do some weeding there should be enough room for yours. Plus, you can leave the stuff you rarely wear at your place. Maybe I could store some of my clothes at your parents. Sound okay?"

"Ya, it sounds good."

"So, will you move in?"

He smiled. "Yes!"

"When?"

"Whenever you want."

"I'll move in this weekend. Okay?"

"Great! One other thing. If I do the laundry and cleaning, will you do the cooking? I don't like cooking, and you don't seem to mind."

"That's fine."

"Fabulous! All of a sound, I'm feeling hungry!"

"You want me to feed you?"

She grinned. "I do!"

"What do you want?"

"Cock!"

He grinned. "Well, I can certainly give you a serving of that!"

"How long before the meat is ready?"

He grinned. "It's ready right now!"

He effortlessly scooped up my 5'5" body over his shoulder like Tarzan and dropped me on the bed. Then he dropped his drawers and his hard cock popped free, in salute. I'd already disrobed and was lying back with a seductive grin, with my legs splayed wide open.

He grinned. "One serving of cock coming up!

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The move was easy.

Samantha's apartment was in a triplex, and there were lots of parking spaces. The landlord had no problem with my pickup.

Samantha threw a bunch of old stuff out, and I brought over my summer clothes. I left my winter stuff at Mom's. I could get them when I needed them. Mom had no problem with Samantha putting some stuff in my half-empty closet.

Samantha met Mom. They hit it off. Samantha invited Mom to see our apartment. They chatted while I made supper. Occasionally, I heard them laughing. Usually, they were looking at me. No doubt mom was telling Samantha embarrassing details about my childhood.

Mom and Samantha enjoyed the meal. They talked a bit more, and then Mom left. Samantha told me that she liked Mom, and Mom told me later that she liked Samantha, which was good because I liked them both.

I asked Samantha what they were laughing about. She told me they were comparing notes about when they went to college. Samantha grinned and said that Mom was quite active like she was. I didn't want to know what that meant and didn't ask. She said that Mom also told her stories about me, which I had assumed.

Then she said that Mom had explained my situation with Abby. I wasn't sure what that meant and asked her. Mom explained how I felt differently about Abby than she did about me, which caused problems. That pissed me off. Mom had no right to reveal that. Samantha was watching me closely and knew I was pissed off.

"Is that when I met you? After you found out Abby was sleeping with guys?"

"Yes."

Samantha looked at me. "I'm sorry you had to go through that. It must have been hard. But one good thing happened. I got to meet you. And it sounds like you're over Abby. Sometimes, good things come out of bad things.

She was right. I'd never been so happy and it was because I was with Samantha. And I was with her because I wasn't with Abby.

And I was having sex with Samantha every day instead of once a week. And most days, I had sex with her twice. On the weekends, it was sometimes three times. It was a definite improvement over my previous life!

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