All of Abby Pt 3, a short story by KiwiDreamer. Date added: 2012-06-11. Times viewed: 1773.
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- Intro: Nick goes to Australia to Bonita's wedding and meets her sex-focused younger sister Abby.
Bonita Daly and her sister Abby, who was twenty-five, were beside the pool on chaise lounge patio chairs. Their mum had taken a break working on wedding planning with them and was in the kitchen getting cool drinks and nibbles and chatting to the girls’ older brother Jimmy who’d just come in from morning golf with Bonita’s fiancé Dale.
Abby asked, “How many times would you and Dale have sex a day if you were left undisturbed?”
“I am minding my own business talking to you about sex.”
“You are over-sexed Abby and you just have to start thinking there are other things more important in life that sex.”
“Name one,” Abby said defiantly.
Bonita named a dozen including working on personal happiness, family relations, holding down a good job, keeping healthy and being kind to her sister.
“That’s not fair.”
“God Abby you are as bad as that guy I really liked in Spain; he focused on grabbing sex rather than concentrating on making himself attractive to women and that was the reason he was missing out. Oh boy, he would have loved banging you.”
“Yeah well that’s not going to happen is it…unless…”
“Unless you invite him to the wedding.”
Bonita laughed as said a bride didn’t invite guests to her wedding just to provide someone for her sister to fuck.
The girls laughed and their mother Estela asked what was the joke.
They girls grabbed the Cokes and their mum sipped her chilled white wine.
“Abby wants me to invite the English guy she met in Spain who aspired to wallow in sex at the resort but didn’t know how to hit on women.”
“Oh yes, you spoke about him several times Bonita. You denied he rolled you but something tells me he certainly did.”
“Did he darling?”
Estela and Abby watched Bonita glance toward the kitchen and mother and younger daughter exchanged grins.
Bonita smiled indulgently and purred, “Now you two keep your mouths shut about this. Yes he did, the only time I misbehaved in the whole time I was there to improve my fluency in regional dialects in Peninsular (European) Spanish with resort staff and small town communities until Dale arrived to spend my last two weeks in Spain with me. And I also schooled him to improve appreciation of Spanish ways.”
“And you also improved his sex techniques from what you’d learned from that hot English guy with his total sex focus who rolled you.”
“Shut up Abby.”
“Be kind to your sister Bonita.”
Bonita complained, “Mum why are we having this conversation?”
Estella smiled and said, “Don’t question me darling. It was already underway when I walked into it, not that I’m objecting because I rather enjoy the occasional hot conversation with my daughters about their rampant sexual adventures that my mother would never allow me to partake.”
“You don’t partake in sex, you grab it with both hands,” Abby snorted.
They rolled about laughing when Estella said fervently, “You girls don’t know how lucky you are in not growing up in Spain like I did with a mother who was ruled by her iron-fisted mother.”
“Yeah right and thanks mum.” Bonita said. “Perhaps this is the time to tell us truthfully and totally how you and dad came to have sex with the first time.”
“There’s nothing to tell,” Estela said, heated up. “We were watching a movie in a cinema and one moment I remained a virgin and the next moment I was a woman. That’s all there is to tell.”
The girls looked that their mother flabbergasted.
“In a movie theatre?” Abby said in awe. “You?”
“Yes,” Estela said, holding her head high. “It was a transitional moment I’ll never forget. And don’t think your father forced me; he had me so worked up I helped to push it in.”
“God I need a strong martini,” Bonita said hurrying off and Abby called, “Make a jug and bring three glasses.”
Next day Bonita wrote to the resort where she’d worked and asked for the address of and Englishman, Nick Bell, from Coventry, she’d met while working at the resort and explained why she needed to address.
* * *
Nick ripped opened the letter from Australia and pulled out a wedding invitation and marvelled at receiving it and assumed it was symbolic because no way would he be travelling half-way around the well to attend the wedding of his one-night hot fuck babe to a guy called Dale Cooper. He pulled out the letter and noticed other items still in the envelope.
I did rather rashly say I’d never forget you and at least to date I haven’t. I marry next month and apparently I have sometimes mentioned you because my younger sister asked me was I going to invite you to the wedding and Abby can be a bit like a dog with a bone and so, well, here’s the invitation. A believe me, I want you to come and so does Abby and well as so does mum because she got into the conversation too.
She knows about us because she says I’ve never talked about a guy with such nostalgia. She now knows you got to me at a time when I was feeling lonely and motherly, yes motherly or at least that’s what I call the feeling I had for you and guess what: mum understands. She now wants to meet you almost as badly as my sister.
Apparently this all started on my return home and a couple of times when I had a bit too much to drink I’d talk to Abby about you. Try not to be offended about that but it’s because I tended only to meet a guy and then stay with him for long time, not like Abby who would flit from guy to guy like a moth but I must say she’s showing signs about being bored with that soulless life of excessive self-indulgence.
You know it’s wonderful not being embarrassed at writing like this to you and you may well ask is that so, and my reply is why not? It’s because I feel Abby is the right kind of woman for you. She’s more switched on and has a harder core than me but with Abby you either get all of her… or nothing. And if you two fire you’ll get all of Abby. Can you understand what I’m saying?
Dad heads a commercial property investment syndicate here in Melbourne and his parents are the major shareholders and they are very wealthy and so it’s to be a lavish wedding. I have spoken in confidence to grandma and she and I are paying for your return air ticket, premium economy on Qantas, with gran of course forking up most of the cash.
We have the flight details and you’ll be met at Melbourne Airport. Gran was minding Abby when she was only a few months old and Abby swallowed something and it was touch and go, scaring the crap out of gran who fortunately didn’t panic and held Abby upside down and the restriction in her throat – a cotton ball – came out when Abby vomited with the gentle hand pressure on her stomach. Understandably Abby became gran’s favour of the grandchildren of her three sons and two daughters and gran knows about you and why I believe you might be just the right guy to Abby who is twenty-five.
Um sorry about talking to the females in my family about you and they won’t talk to others about you; I have their assurances.
Please don’t reply to this letter. Just come. Please Nick, just come. This could be a turning point in your life. Please Nick, just come.
Your Eternal Friend
Nick didn’t about know what to think about all this. It seemed so unreal. And he wondered if he was in shock. God fancy Bonita shooting her mouth off about her and him to her sister, and then her mother and then her grandmother and then hitting on the grandmother to fork out most of the almost £2000 for the return flight although they might get a great deal.
He re-read the letter and thought how fucking ridiculous and yes he was embarrassed although he’d call it only a little pissed off.
The wedding date meant it would be late spring in Melbourne.
He felt tempted and pulled out the copy of the electronic flight details and a photograph dropped out.
This younger version was as attractive as Bonita but she was pretty good and oh boy, she had an athlete’s body and yet the tits appeared more than a handful and then his gaze focused on to the mouth of the babe in the bikini. The mouth was wide and the smile was sultry, a real beauty. Oh yes this babe liked to fuck and he was hooked.
She’d written on the back over the photo under the impression of her lips left in lipstick:
I look forward to you coming to the wedding. Abby.
Nick wished she’d written she looked forward to him cumming… er no he didn’t because that would suggest she was a real slut rather than just promiscuous.
He decided to go. If the boss didn’t want him to take leave twice in such a relatively short time then too bad, he’d resign.
The date for the flight to Melbourne via Singapore was set with arrival time two days before the wedding. The return date still had to be booked.
Nick went to his boss Neville and said he’d been invited to a wedding in Australia and wished to go. Neville asked for the dates and marked the last day Nick would be at work and asked for the return-to work date.”
“Make it eight days I suppose.
“Eight, are you crazy? Going all that way to Aussie for just a week? Take two weeks and thanks for being considerate. If we have difficult jobs during those two weeks the customer will just have to wait or go elsewhere.”
“Son you are the hub of my business. We have more people arriving here and asking for you than all our other service people combined and that’s why you are paid 50% more than any other worker here.”
“You must love me Neville.”
The boss scowled and said, “Back to work you slacker.”
Mary-Ann Beaker, a solicitor, was the most stylish woman in Nick’s loose group of friends and so he arranged to take her to lunch.
“I’m not having sex with you Nick. I’m happily married.”
“I just need a personal consultancy that’s all and it has nothing to do with law.”
They met for lunch and Nick told her he would be going to a wedding and wished to look the best he could be.
“You could have asked anyone you know about that.”
“You are the most stylish person I know.”
Mary-Ann looked at him and could see he was serious.
“Omigod thanks you Nick but you’re still not getting at me. The first thing we do is to take you to my hairdresser. I’ll try to get an appointment after 5:00.”
“What to a female hairdresser?”
“She happens to be female but in this context she is first and foremost the best hairdresser in this city.”
And so Nick began, on Mary-Anne’s instructions, forking out on facial creams and spending on a complete new wardrobe right down to the clothing he wore when cycling for fitness. By the time he’d finished that he was getting used to his shaped hair-cut. During that time he and Mary-Anne became much closer but she never gave him the come-on and was quick to break away whenever Nick kissed her appreciatively, not that he worried because she practically had no sign of tits.
* * *
It was raining in Melbourne and after a tiring flight and drinking countless beers Nick came out of the restricted area feeling like crap and wishing he hadn’t come.
The airport was crowded and people were jostling him and folk waiting for arrivals were shouting as they recognized people and suddenly Nick heard a female yelling “Nick, Nick over here.”
He looked in that direction and suddenly he saw Abby and in the flash of delighted recognition, Nick was aware of what Bonita had predicted: he knew his life had changed. Of course at that moment Nick was incapable of thinking crafty Bonita had told her sister that when she met Nick her life would change.
Abby was tightly surrounded by people but almost magically she appeared to glow, not only because of her huge smile but as if her colouring was more intense that the people around her. Someone brushed past him and he had to refocus to see Abby again and now she looked no different to anyone else in colouring.
Nick pushed through the flow of people in the narrow tide he was within and got to the barrier and she’d pushed forward. He had been wondering whether to kiss her and decided not but she said, “Welcome to Aussie Nick” and kissed him softly and unhurriedly. He couldn’t see her aura if indeed she had one to see but he caught her lovely perfume and her lips were soft, full and moist and by god he wanted her but did she want him?
Nick was being pushed along by the flow and Abby called with directions where to meet once he got clear of the barricades. Nick began to panic thinking he might never see here again and as the tidal flowed spilled out he saw the designated meeting place and his grin grew huge when he saw her waiting for him.
He rushed forward and caught her around the waist and lifted her high triumphantly and she giggled and she looked down at him very interested indeed.
“You are very strong,” she purred, as he lowered her gently.
“And I think you have an athlete’s body, really excellent for a female.”
“This is Australia,” she giggled. “You’re not in England now. At least 40% of females my age are into sport and hard exercise and perhaps 50% of those under forty are into regular physical activity other than sex and walking.
“Are Australia women into sex?”
He expected her to look as if she was dealing with a child but no and she smiled and said, “I guess that’s an example of what many Aussies call ‘wonderful British humour’.
“I mean in comparison with American humour and the humour of Aussie males.”
He nodded, hoping he was projecting an appearance of intellectual understanding.
“Come and meet the others… they are waiting here in the Air Bar and Lounge. Bonita insisted that I meet you alone?”
Abby lied expertly, replying without hesitation, “Because I was the fittest person to cope with that jam of people.”
“That what lovely of you to volunteer,” he said solemnly and enjoyed seeing the guilty blush.
“I wanted to be your sole greeter, to um have you focus on me to give me the chance to make a major impact.”
Abby showed signs of panicking.
“Nick I’m desperate for you to like me. Bonita reckons we two are made for each other.”
Nick turned up the pressure.
“But we don’t know one another.”
“But we both know Bonita.”
Nick struggled to see the logic in that.
He said, “Kiss me again Abby, giving me the full works and I’ll pass judgement.”
She moved in smooth, pressed her right thigh slightly between his legs and gave him a slightly open mouth kiss and when she felt his mouth open she pushed in her tongue and their tongues entwined and she hooked her fingers into his right butt and squeezed hard.
“God Abby,” he said, pulling away slightly. “You are so curvy, so soft in the right places and I could feel your pussy practically pulsating against my left thigh (a lie). You’ll have no idea what I want to do to you.”
“Security is tight here but we could try the female toilets just up ahead.”
“That’s a great offer Abby but no. Let’s wait till tomorrow and then see what you think of me. Let’s be sure about it and if as Bonita is right about what she says about us, I’ll want more than a quick fuck with you.”
“Oooh,” Abby said, taking his free arm; the other was pushing his luggage trolley.
As Bonita raced up yelling, Nick let go of the trolley and attempted to break from Abby’s grip but no way was she going to allow her sister to be greeted in a full hug. As it was, Bonita skidded to a half and leaned forward to kiss Nick on the lips in a sisterly kiss.
“Welcome Nick, oh you look great, really great and it’s so wonderful you are here.”
“I’m delighted to have come halfway around the world to see my favourite waitress marry her man. You look utterly ripe for marriage.”
Abby was caught napping, having weakened her grip.
Bonita lunged at Nick and he pulled free from Abby to trap Bonita in a true lover’s kiss.
“Oh god,” Bonita said, staggering back and Abby, unable to control herself, said, “Omigod that was awesome. Remember Dale is watching.”
Nick helped out and held Abby around the waist for the benefit of Dale and said, “Thanks for getting me here. I feel Abby and I have already connected… well Bonita you did your best to make that happen.”
Bonita made the introductions.
Her mom Estela appeared to scarcely touch Nick’s lips with hers but gently pressured her groin against his, leaving him wondering whether that had been intended.
The guys, Estela’s husband Brad, son Jimmy and Dale all shook hands and made a brief greeting and Dale then said pointedly, “It’s obvious Bonita really likes you.”
“Yeah well I have that effect on a few women; they seem to want to mother me. I arrived at the resort in Spain feeling and I guess appearing rather like an alien and she was the first person who really spoke to me as if she wished to chat and after that I had lunch at her restaurant every day and even continued when I hit on her for a date and she told me no, because she was engaged to a guy back home.”
“So she rejected your advance?”
“Yeah that’s what I said. Are you calling….”
“No, no of course I’m not calling you a liar because if anything had happened that would make Bonita a liar.”
Suddenly everyone was relaxing again.
“Dale talk to Nick and you might find he’s more interesting that what you might expect,” Bonita said.
“So what sports are you involved in?”
“I no longer play soccer but watch it avidly on TV and support my local club Coventry City and in the premier team my loyalty is with nearby Aston Villa.”
“I watch English football on TV here,” Dale said and Jimmy too. “We both favour Chelsea but they can be so disappointing.”
“A bit like Villa,” Nick said and Dale said he’d avoided saying that and they laughed.
“What else are you into?”
“I cycling most of the year, well until things begin to get icy and I go to the gym three evenings a week or more if I’m not cycling.”
“I go three nights a week, Jimmy too.”
Dale asked what Nick actually did for a crust, that Bonita had said he was some kind of auto technician.
“Yeah that’s right.”
“I mean mate, what kind of auto technician.”
“I specialise in the electronic and electrical add-ons in personal vehicles, I mean not lorries.”
“Jesus that’s what I do. Do you have a tech diploma or something?”
“I picked up a BSc in automotive electrical and electronic systems.”
“Jesus, you must come to work with me and take a gander at what we do and see our equipment.”
“I’d welcome that Dale. Let me buy everyone a drink.”
“No sit down mate,” Brad said. “I have a tab open. Jimmy please get everyone a fresh drink and ask Nick what he wants. They’ll have UK canned beer here for sure.”
Nick said Victoria bitter would be fine and the guys looked impressed.
He looked across the table at Abby and she winked and held her gaze.
Yes he didn’t know how it would work out and in the meantime there was the wedding to think about. All he knew was he would return alone to England and he’d look forward to Abby, a teaching graduate, securing a lecturing job at one of the universities in or near Coventry and they would take care of visa entry difficulties.
Alternatively he’d find a job in Melbourne as a specialist technician and get the prospective employer to sponsor his immigration entry. Something would work out, no way would he allow Abby to slip from his life now that he’d found her. They didn’t know each other yet but they both shared a feeling; he was confident about that.
As they walked from the terminal to the vehicles Abby stopped to kiss him.
As they resumed walking she said, “We need to talk. I wish to apply for a job tomorrow at a university near to where you live if there are any. I wish to be near you.”
“Isn’t that rushing it?”
She smiled and pulled up his hand to cup a breast and said she didn’t think so. They appeared very suitable. Sometimes one had to take a chance and she had the strong feeling she should act spontaneously.
“How nearby to me would you wish to live?”
“I’d like to live with you. I want you to have all of me. What do you think about that?”
“All of you?”
“I wished to be totally loved Nick.”
“Oh then living together can be arranged,”
Abby said she had a master’s degree with honours and had specialised in South Pacific literature studies and would begin seeking a suitable position on-line tomorrow.
“Mom says it’s okay for you to switch to my bedroom if you want to do that.”
“Yeah will let’s get started and you can have all of me Abby but you might have to teach me how to give that generously.”
“Oh that can be arranged,” she said, tightly squeezing the arm she had around his back.”
“Come on you two dawdlers,” Brad called, standing at the back of his black CUV.
Nick totally enjoyed his two weeks in Australia and had really loved attending an Aussie wedding where apparently the women arrive expecting their men to get drunk but not so drunk they couldn’t drive their legless women home. It was disgusting and he loved it. The wedding was regarded as a celebration, something like a coronation and at the after-service function where the food appeared never-ending and the speeches were mercifully short, the booze was free and guests did their best not to disappoint their hosts by leaving any booze over.
Bonita and her mum were both carted off legless and when it was reported the groom Dale was missing, his father and Nick found him wandering around the car park carrying a six-pack of beer and crying, “I’m lost. Where am I and why am I here?”
Next Day after the big party following the end of the formal wedding breakfast, Dale couldn’t remember having been married or spending the night banging Bonita.
Well he hadn’t spent the night with his bride because while he was partying she was at a medical centre having her stomach pumped out. They left next afternoon on a 7-day honeymoon looking rather worse for the wear.
During the after wedding party Nick had a vivid memory of banging the bride’s mother, at her request, and to put it bluntly, although it was performed against the back of the garage he knew it rate in his ten best ever fucks and she’d licked his cum off her big tits and declared, “Wow Danny you can fuck.”
“Oh sorry Nick I thought you were Danny. But I mean what I said.”
She was pissed but had the stamina to last to farewell the last-leaving guests at 5:15 am.
Estela really impressed Nick apart for her disappointing befuddlement when he screwed her.
After waving off the newly-weds at the airport, Abby drove Nick north to visit some wineries and they were away for three days.
“Mum told me you were a great fuck.”
“Um about last night,” Nick said thinking desperately…
“It’s okay. She’s my mother and she said she grabbed you with the intention of nailing you.”
“Um yes, perhaps so, but I could have said no out of loyalty to you.”
“Yeah well if you’d turned down my mother I would have kicked your butt.”
Nick and Abby grew closer as his Australian visit continued. She gave a bit more every night they were in bed and he accepted this was Abby unfolding and he was relaxed about that. She was also aware of him building up momentum.
Nick remained mindful that Abby wanted him to have all of her and although they’d not discussed it, he knew they would realize there would be a limit to just how far they could go in their sexual relationship as an upper limit applied to every coupling couple. What really mattered was they were progressing their relationship and knew confidently they’d get there sooner or later. How sooner or later it would be no longer mattered. They were in love.
Nick returned to England, leaving Abby in his wake. But she was determined to follow him and had to prospective employers at universities who were actively considering employing her.
Abby received an email from Nick, “I can’t live without you” and she replied by email after reading that comment two hours earlier she hadn’t been able to stop breaking into tears.
And then one of the universities in nearby Birmingham offered Abby a two-year contract in its English department and she accepted. The road distance between Abby’s university and Coventry where Nick worked was only twenty miles.
“Come and we’ll look at the options and decide where to live,” he said. “I can’t bare our separation to continue Abby. Come without delay.”
And so Nick was happy that at last he’d connected with the women he’d long aspired to cohabit with. It had been a complex journey but finally women had sorted him out. He was so grateful.
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