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For once, the noise of strangers yelling drunk nonsense and loud music didn't bother me. I was too preoccupied watching Abby in her element- surrounded by her boys that put her on a fucking pedestal, like... they actually respected her like she was one of them. It was honestly kind of wild to witness.

I was tipsy- bordering on drunk for sure, the room was slightly out of focus and the music sounded discombobulated, but It felt good. I wasn't anxious or stressed, and I definitely wasn't thinking about Ellie- no, definitely not thinking about her.

I was sitting next to Abby on the couch, three guys that I don't remember the names of sat across from us, 2 on chairs and one sitting on the coffee table in the middle of the living room, looking over his shoulder towards us to join the conversations.

They asked me questions about myself- curious about their friend/teammates new roommate. I didn't feel threatened or intimidated- which is probably thanks to Abby's stature.

"Seriously, guys- leave her alone." Abby laughed, sensing I was getting flustered with the amount of attention that was on me.

"No, it's okay. I don't mind." I reassure her with a smile, placing a hand on her thigh, but quickly retract it. It felt so natural that I almost forgot we weren't alone in the safety of our room- or her car for that matter.

One of the men- a blonde, husky looking guy leans forward slightly, a mischievous smirk on his face. "So are you two-" He motions with his hands, hinting at the relationship in question.

Abby looks at me, eyes wide with a worried expression of "what the fuck do I say", I simply chuckle at the question with heat building in my cheeks- probably from the alcohol and not the thought of us dating, right?

Abby stammers, motioning with her hands, and I honestly felt bad for making her take the spotlight. I straighten my posture, throwing my head back to finish the liquor in my cup, "we're friends- for now."

The suggestive tone of my response caused the men to erupt into whopping and hollering, one giving Abby a firm slap on the back.

"Okay, relax-" he holds a hand up, trying to tame the situation, "and you-" she directs the firm tone towards me, "I have to get you home, you're too drunk." She shakes a parental finger at me, but the hues of her cheeks told a different story.

She pulled me up from the couch by my hands against my drunken protests and groans, but honestly, I couldn't be more thrilled.

"I'm rooting for you, dude." The darker haired man whisper to Abby- which she dismisses all together, holding me upright by my waist as she directed out of the door and too her car.

"Abs, don't leavee."  I pulled on her arm, clutching it weakly to my body.

She laughs at my drunken state, bending over me in the car to fasten the seatbelt. "I'm not leaving you, babe, I'm taking us home." She slipped in the pet name, figuring I was too far gone to notice.

Driving back to our building was- messy, to say the least. Apparently, taking off your clothes is not an appropriate thing to do in this situation, but fuck- did I try. Abby had to basically restrain me in the passenger seat, her arm crossing over my body as double protection- more so, to keep me from taking off any more clothes than I already had.

The sound of the car turning off signaled to me that we had arrived. Abby had opened and closed her car door before walking over to mine, opening it and taking off my seatbelt for me. "C'mon, let's get you inside before anyone see how hot of mess you are."

I pouted, throwing my arms up at her with grabby hands, "carry me."

-Abby gently placed me on my bed, taking off the one shoe I failed to get off during my strip in the car. "Can I get you anything, water or a granola bar?-" She asked gently, standing next to my bed- ready in a moments notice to my requests.

I started to feel bad- sure, I was drunk, but I wasn't this drunk. I was taking advance of her kindness, and for all the wrong reasons.

"Undress me." I said meekly, looking up at her from the bed.

Her eyebrows raise, and a shaky breath follows. I'm going to hell for doing this to her knowing she's attracted to me, but I'm desperate- lonely and touch starved. I got so use to having Ellie around to show me affection, and passion, weather it was wanted or not- I got accustomed to it, and I craved it now.

"Are you sure-? I don't want you to feel weird."

I shake my head, "not weird- I want you to."

Abby hesitates, taking a seat next to me and motions for me to turn my back towards her to unhook my bra- since my shirt was the first thing I got off in the car before I was restrained.

"There you go... feel better?" She asked, scratching the skin where the outlines of my bra previously dug into.

"Mm, so much better- thank you abs." I turn around to face her, not really caring if she saw my tits- I mean, we were roommates after all.

Abbys eyes unintentionally glance down before breaking away into the void of the room, "oh- o-okay, huh-" she lets out a nervous laugh, which only intensifies as I placed my hand on top of hers.

"Oh my god.. am I making you nervous?" I teased, my once shit-faced persona was now much more tame to match how I really felt.

"Seriously, sky- you're so drunk. Don't make this harder for me." She scoffed, inching further away from me on the bed but I grabbed her wrist.

"M' not drunk-" She gives me a unamused glare, rolling her eyes as I tugged her closer to me.

"-Well... not that drunk." I said quietly, a smirk growing on my lips.

"So what? You were just fucking with me?"

"Mm-" I pretend to think, pressing my lips together as I look around the room. "-Just a little." I bring my pointer finger and thumb up, exaggerating the "little" by the inch of space between my fingers.

Her eyebrows raise, a huff of air leaving her lips before she sucks it between her teeth, "wow, okay.. you're a scary good actor like it actually concerns me a little-"

I found myself leaning in closer to her, and her voice fading out as my insides started to squirm. Maybe it was the alcohol in my system, but holy fuck- I felt like I was one fire. I had tried picturing many times what her hands would feel like on me- on my thighs, neck and breasts- I guess there's only one way to find out.

I leaned forward, and caught her face with my hands, kissing her as I climbed onto her lap, and straddled her hips.

I felt her freeze underneath me, hesitantly reciprocating the kiss. My hands wander over her arms and chest, feeling the curves of her muscles through her shirt.

"Wait-" She pushes me back by my shoulders slightly, creating some distance between our faces. "- I don't want to take advantage of you."

I take her hand in mind, holding it to my chest before kissing her knuckles- my bottom lip dragging across her skin, "you're not, if anything in taking advantage of you." I look up at her through my eyes lashes in a way that told her that I wasn't backing down- that I need this- needed her.

Abbys breath trembled. Her fingers that rested on my hips started to tighten around the bone, lips wet with my own spit- fuck, I felt the slick spreading inside my underwear with each passing second.

She leans forward, both of her hands caging around my ribcage as her breathing become irregular- hungry.

I met her halfway, closing the gap to taste her lips on mine once again. I closed my eyes, squeezing them until I saw little shapes dancing on a black canvas. The shapes turned into her face- memories of every encounter we had ever had. It's not like it was my intentions to picture Ellie when I was making out with a different girl, but I missed her. Hell- the whole reason for this was because I craved to be touched the same way Ellie would touch me, but here I have Abby- sweet, gentle and kind Abby.

I break the kiss and open my eyes, I see Abby, and I feel Abby- it's still a damn good feeling.

I get off her lap, leaving Abbys a little confused, but I quickly ease her concerns as I grab the hem of my underwear, sliding the fabric past my skirt and down my legs before straddling her thighs.

"This okay?" I asked in once breath, pushing my hair over to one side as my hand reaches her face, placing a soft kiss at first, but it quickly turns to my tongue inside her mouth and vise versa.

Abby assures me with a quick approval, her hand squeezing at my sides, but I wanted her hands somewhere else.

"You can touch my tits you know, they don't bite."

Abby chuckles into my neck, placing a wet kiss to the skin before cupping my right breast. The softest whimper passes my lips as she does so, and my hips ground into her, cunt clenching and releasing around nothing.

I grabbed her hand that was occupied with my chest, maneuvering it down underneath my skirt.

"Someone's impatient." Abby said, a smug smirk hinted in her tone.

To be honest, she was right. I was impatient, and I was kind of pissed at myself. I didn't want Abby to think I was using her because I really do like her, and she is quickly becoming an important person in my life, but I didn't want feelings, I've been through enough of that when I was with her- now, I just want to touched.

"Shut u- ah... mm-" I moaned as her fingers ran through my drenched folds, a furrow in my eyebrow and my head fell back. I know it hadn't been long since I last time I had an orgasm, but Ellie had gotten me use to her high sex drive.

In my defense- 2 weeks, felt like months.

"F-fuck-" I  muttered as Abby pressed a finger into me, kissing and sucking my chest, leaving red marks over my décolletage that I'm sure would linger.

Abby pulled away, her lips pink and puffy, "Can you take another?"

I nod feverishly, draping my arms over her shoulder and my hand in her hair, felling the silky stands between my fingers.

My hips jump at the sensation, slightly lifting off over her lap before sinking back down as I relaxed around the girth.

My cry of pain turned into a moan of satisfaction, feeling full just from her fingers alone.

I squeezed the hair follicles between my fingers, using the position to my advantage to yank her head back and connect our lips.

It was messy, desperate and probably humiliating how I was acting, bouncing on her fingers, the sound of my ass slapping against her thighs, and I didn't care. Abby let me use her, her fingers working in sync with my rhythm to ensure I was getting what I wanted- probably needed. I'm not a huge fan of rebound sex, but the thought of Ellie finding out I rebounded with Abby? The star football player, and probably the most popular person on campus? Yeah, something about that felt good, and even though I was painfully exposed, Abby made me feel safe- cradled against her with her strong arms.

It was something I didn't know I was missing.

"Fuck-fuck- ohmygod, a-abby." I babbled, sweat dripping down my temple from my hairline. Abby furrowed a brow at my pained face, even if was a good pain- she still felt a tinge of guilt. She kissed me, slow and deep to silence my cries as I peaked. My hips jerk, sputtering and convulsing as I held Abby close with my arms around her neck and shoulders.

"Well... that happened." Abby chucked as I lifted  myself off of her lap, tugging off my skirt and replacing it with pajama shorts.

I awkwardly laugh, picking a shirt out of my drawer- not paying attention to it before pulling over my head and shoulders, "yeah- it did." I look down to adjust the shirt over my torso which made me realize it was a shirt of Ellie's- specifically the first shirt she had given me to wear.

Yeah- that kind of stings.

"Uh- I'm sorry, this will probably change the way you think of me, and I don't want you to-"

"Sky, stop, it's okay. I get it, we both went through a breakup recently- do you seriously think it hadn't crossed my mind too?" Abby leans forward on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on her thighs as she motioned her hands to match her words.

I take a seat next to her, feeling slightly relieved now. "Are you just saying that?" I asked meekly, my voice barely audible in the stillness between us.

Abby clears her throat, bringing a hand down to my thigh, and her thumb swiping back and forth over my skin. "I mean, you're smart, funny.. plus I'd never turn down the opportunity for a hot girl to sit on my lap."