Abigail Joins the Lady Cadets Chapter 3

Abigail Joins the Lady Cadets -3-

Abigail Needs a Hookup

It was the summer before her senior year and Abby was all itchy and restless. She knew why: she hadn't had sex for two days. She texted Grace Rogers, her homeroom teacher in 7^th grade and her long-time lover.

Abigail: Hey, wyd?

Grace: Oh, what a pleasant surprise. It's Saturday and I have absolutely nothing to do. Wanna come over?

Abigail: Me too, and yes. Is Carla home?

Grace: No, she's out of town for work. It's actually pretty lonely around her.

Abigail: I know what you mean. Late June and no school. Ugh. What time?

Grace: Now...or sooner.

Abigail: I'll run a comb through my hair and put on a fresh shirt. I'll be over in 15.

Grace: That will do. See ya. xoxoxo.

Abigail: Bye. xoxo xoxo.

Abigail loved how flirty Grace was. Flirty, and absolutely her best friend in the world. Abigail was still involved with the Lady Cadets, taking her turn as a counselor. She was scheduled to head to Jamboree in a week. She was excited about the bright young girls that she would be sleeping with shortly. Rebecca had moved away for college, giving her the chance to be a Cadet's counselor. She relished the opportunity.

Her mother trusted her to make good decisions, and the three years since she returned for Chattanooga, her trust ran deep. Grace and Carla raved to her about what a mature daughter she had, and since then she'd NEVER done a thing to dispel that notion. Her mom's business was going very well and she'd divorced Suzanne and married a younger woman named Analisa, a hot Columbian. Abigail loved Analisa, both literally and figuratively.

By this time Abigail was fully a woman, an extremely gorgeous woman. Her big hair she wore long, unlike those in her gay circle. Her breasts were a 36 D and her pussy was always shaved. She had no time for men, but was always courteous to them. She viewed most men as poor little boys.

Her sister Hailey had dropped out of Cadets and was focused on basketball. She was known to be among the fastest girls up and down the court in Tennessee, and college coaches had taken notice. She could drive and he had a deadly mid-range jumper from every angle. Of course she was still gay, and she and Abigail often went on double dates. Abigail was so proud of her sister.

Temptation for Abigail

Abigail parked her 2019 Acura and walked to the familiar back door. While she was waiting for Grace to buzz her in, a familiar twenty-something black woman was heading out.

"Hi Abby, long time no see. You are looking very fine," the hottie said.

Suddenly, a frisson of lesbian joy shook her, "You too, Carmine. Damn fine."

"We should get together soon," said the comely Carmine as she swept by her.

"I'd be up for that," said Abby.

The woman rather abruptly stopped on the steps. "Oh really? Care to swap phone numbers."

"Sure," said Abby, and they swapped phones to enter their contact info.

"I'm working out these days at a women's gym. Care to be my guest?"

"Sure, I'm up for that." She knew that the girls who worked out there had big egos and even bigger sex drives. She'd match strength with strength, and see what happens.

"Gotta run, but I'll text you the web site and we can decide on a date. OK?"

"Cool," she said, as Grace was buzzing her in. "See you soon."

It was another date for one of the most eligible young women in town. "The hottest girls are all lesbian, I swear," thought Abigail. "Never been to a women's gym, but I hear that there full of horny and lovely women."

Abigail Comes to Grace

Grace answered the door in a beautiful yellow bra and pantie set, which was complimented by her all-over tan. She draped herself around the door with her right foot sliding up and down her calf. She looked better than ever to Abigail. She beckoned Abigail with a finger.

"Ready to go, I see," said Abigail.

"You have no idea," said Grace, in a husky, unusual tone. Abigail had never heard that voice before, but she knew it as a needy, horny one. She was ready to meet her lover's need, and moved in for a kiss and some feels.

Meanwhile, the neighbor across the hall was a young gay woman, and she loved to see Grace in a compromising position. She heard the duo and went to her door. She peered across at the women through the peephole. She immediately went to her pussy and her clit, saying,

"Unh, shit, that fucking dyke is so beautiful," thinking of the scantily clad Grace. She was rubbing her clit and had two fingers in her pussy and came within thirty seconds.

"You're just in time," said Grace.

"For what?" thought Abigail. "To fuck and to be fucked, hopefully."

Grace shut the door and her and Abigail were immediately at each other. Abigial's clothes were flying hither and yon, till she was merely in her red bra and panty set (which Grace had bought her). Now Grace was sucking on her neck so hard that Abigail was sure she'd leave a hickey. But she did not care; she'd wear it proudly every day until it was gone.

There was nine years between our heroes. That seemed a mere pittance when compared to a lifetime. Grace had been hoping and praying for two years that when Abigail was going into her senior year that they could have the conversation. For she not only loved her, she wanted to spend her life with her. Tonight, they would have the conversation.

Grace was prancing around on her tippy toes, setting the scene. She amazed Abigail with the glory of her youthfulness. First, she helped set the mood with her well-curated FM (fuck me) song list. Primarily sex lesbian tunes, there were also hetero songs such as The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face by Roberta Flack. The first song that came over the speakers was Me and My Girls by Selena Gomez. That raised the blood pressure for sure. Grace needed Abigail to feel loved.

Then, she pranced to the big screen in her bedroom, and pushed the PLAY button. A lesbian scene jumped to the huge monitor: a 2-hour compilation of younger women in love. The video was on silent, the sound coming from the tunes.

Finally, Grace pranced over the kitchen, retrieving her $75 bottle of Pinot Noir, and two glasses. Her preparations paid off...Abigail was smitten with everything. She filled her glass, then Abigail's. They clinked their glasses, and took a couple generous swallows. They kissed in between, chatting like long lost girl friends.

Abigail knew something big was coming, some announcement maybe, but she couldn't be sure what it was. She was so happy her nipples were hard and long. She wanted to please her mistress-cum-wife, but she was also looking to get off.

Grace lit a big joint in her bedroom, took a bit hit, and passed it to Abigail. She took an even bigger hit, and started to laugh immediately, the smoke seeming to come out of everywhere as she sputtered through the exhale. Grace was all over her experienced but younger lover, kissing her on the lips, on the nipples, and getting on her knees, kissing her pussy lips.

The got down to business, discarding the yellow and red underwear. Grace beheld Abigail, her peer in the ways of women, in the ways of love. She tried to whistle her approval, but the sound came out mangled. Outrageous laughed erupted at Grace's attempt at whistling.

"That's OK, it was the thought that counts," laughed Abigail. Grace was clinging to her, laughing uncontrollably.

They were still standing in the middle of Grace's huge bedroom, feeling no pain, and Grace put her arms on Abigail's shoulders, looking her in the eyes, and said,

"Marry me, Abby."

"What, me?"

"Yes you. Marry me. You are most beautiful creature that I've ever laid eyes on."

"I don't know what to say. I mean, I'd love to marry you, to love you forever. What about Carla?"

"She's history. We haven't had sex for months, and she often sleeps in another bed. Her absence is nothing to be concerned about. You'll see. She's staying over a day, to spend it with her lover in Atlanta. She'll be back Monday night late. I'm giving her a week to move out."

"Say you'll marry me, that you'll be my bride, she insisted." She'd never insisted on anything with Abigail, except for her name.'

"I'll marry you, my lover. I don't know anything about it, but I'll marry you. Oh my God, I'll marry you." So, Abigail, nine years her junior, was to become the wife of this sturdy woman.

They broke out laughing again as they started to dance. Roberta Flack came on, and they "got serious."

Grace Accepts Abigail

They fell on the bed, still laughing and kissing. Eventually, Grace reached under the pillows and pulled out the black panties with a hole for the dildo. With her other hand, she reached into the drawer of the bedside table and brought out a brand new eight-inch Pride dildo, still in its wrapper. She gave it to Abby with both hands, saying

"Fuck me you goddess. You've earned it. Then, I'll do you," said Grace. "We've enjoyed strapon sex many times, but I've always started us out. This time it's your turn."

The tunes kept playing. This time Only a Girl, by Lauren Jauregui, came on.

"How appropriate," whispered Grace. Each of them was now high and feeling the high everywhere on their bodies, from the roots of their hair to the nails on their toes. Whatever thoughts might creep in from the day or the week, were quickly dispelled by their wild love for each other. Their pussies were so creamy, so puffy, so goddam gloriously ready. Grace peaked at the video; a familiar strapon seen was playing.

"Damn, right on time," she thought. She hoped it would last for hours.

They knew the drill, and Abigail got the bedside lube and lubed them up. It gave her such a warm fuzzy feeling, knowing she was about to fuck her future bride. Her mother would be so proud. Grace got on her knees in the middle of the bed, waving her ass.

"I'm so itching hot, my love," said Grace. "You've done all those girls, now it's your opportunity to do me, your future wife, your lover."

"In a way they were just a trial run," said Abigail. She suddenly thought that as she entered Grace, she would be entering her new life. Abigail too got in the middle of the bed, and instead of simply plunging ahead, she put her mouth on Grace's sex, licking slowly but deliberately.

"Mmmm, thslurpp, thslurpp. Mmmm." Abigail moaned into Graces mons, licking her pussy, salving her ass. Grace patiently received it, but said,

"Now dear; now's the time."

And so, Abigail reared up on her knees, rubbed the Pride dildo against her, and steadily entered her until there was no more. It slid in like magic, so smooth, no resistance. She began slowly. Grace was soon pushing back on it. The dildo was curved upwards, sure to get her g-spot.

"How's that, my love?" asked Abigail.

"Perfect, keep going," replied Grace. "I'm so "effin horny."

Abigail loved being the "man" in relationships. She also loved to be the woman. In other words, she was a switch, a giver and receiver. The same for the woman in front of her. Give and receive, in life and in love.

She started to slap the sides of her ass: "Pow, pow. How's that lover?" Her ass immediately took on a red hue. Abigail knew to spread it around.

"Oh yeah, I love it. Just right. The slapping of my ass too."

The phrase that came into Grace's mind weeks ago was "clear the decks." She'd been breaking off her relationships as well as she could, with Carla and with her other lovers. She was free.

"Just so you know, dear, I'm free. Totally free to marry you," said Grace. "Keep going, whatever you're doing! It feels like a great big birthday present to me. Aahhhh."

Abigail had a great big smile on her face. She loved fucking Grace. She started moving again, in out, in out. Sometime resting for a second, sometimes grabbing her ass or her flanks.

"You like that," said Abigail. "Cuz I do, you juicy dyke."

Grace knew she was going to propose to Abigail. She wasn't getting any younger and couldn't be certain Abigail would be amenable to marriage. It frankly couldn't have gone any better.

"Oh, fuck me, c'mon and fuck me harder, Aahhhh." Abigail upped the intensity.

"I got you now, don't worry about a thing," Abigail said. Now "Shish pow, shish pow," was ringing through the bedroom.

"That's it, yeah, do me like you mean it," said Grace, who was still on all fours.

Abigail had told her that there were two things she wanted: to get her degree, and to be able to, with Grace at her side, fuck other women. Most lesbians want the latter, but Abigail really wanted other young married women which she had come to enjoy.

Grace could give her those things and more, because money was no obstacle. Thanks to some good financial planning by her parents, she hand come into seven-figures worth when they both died in a car accident.

Grace Cums

The two lovers stopped briefly; the dildo was stuck in Grace's pussy.

"How do you like them, my ass and my pussy, darling?" asked Grace.

"You don't need to ask. But since you are, they are truly the most precious to me of all that I've had since I came out, which is a big number. Your sex is way better. Shaved, clean, and tidy-they're beautiful. Your ass, so brown. Your asshole, so fresh and beautiful. Your pussy lips, the way they stand proud, the way they capture the clit. And your clit, so fucking huge. You're a miracle. But, please keep them trimmed for me. It's all I ask."

"Ew, no way would I ever not shave, except on a camping trip, he he."

"Let's keep going, you minx," said Abigail.

Grace Has Her Questions Answered

"How about me?" asked Abigail, a few minutes later. "How do you like my body?" She had resumed the steady fucking of her future wife.

"Aahhhh, Oohhhh, you are my baby, and I love your pussy more than any I have had," said Grace. "God knows I've had plenty! In a word, it's perfect."

"Anything else, my darling?" asked Abigail. They were still, on a little break from fucking, as if they were on heaven doorstep.

"I want you to know something. You don't need to worry about money. I've got plenty of money through the insurance and other things, when my parents died. Oohhhh."

"Such a beautiful situation," said Abigail. She was once again thrusting into Grace, but since they were talking, she slowed down a bit.

A minute went by as Grace was thinking about how to ask the next couple questions.

"And, what about babies. Do you want a little girl. Should we adopt one?" asked Grace.

Abigail was not expecting a question like this. She continued to fuck.

"I would like one. A little girl that we can spoil and turn into a charming lez. The world needs more lesbians."

Grace moaned, "I want one too, so much I can taste it, or her."

Meanwhile, Grace was getting close. So far, Abigail had given perfect answers to Graces's questions. They were both still high from the wine, the weed, and the sex. Grace couldn't believe how mature and knowledgeable Abigail was.

"Oohhhh, what about church?" Grace asked. "I know you've got strong opinions on the subject. Ooh, ooh, I'm cumming!"

Abigail kept hammering away. If anything, she picked it up.

"Uugghhhh, that was a small one," said Grace. Abigail slowed.

Grace Recovers

"I don't know," said Abigail. "Maybe we wait a couple years. The Christians seem to be coming around to gays; we could visit a few before we make any decisions. Some churches mean well, but they don't know what they're doing. Others don't mean well. The Catholics, for instance. They give me the willies. They seem to be going away though."

Grace was completely buzzed, and still so horny. "We should do this more often, have deep conversations while fucking.

Grace loved that they could talk so freely. "Oohhhh, Aahhhh, just a couple more, I swear. This is great for me," said Grace. "And what about, you know, the nails and the hair and stuff?"

Abigail was getting frisky. She wanted to get down, you know, to serious fucking.

"I'm kind of simple right now," said Abigail. "Except for my nails, I need them done right. But, I'm open to suggestions with everything else, including my hair."

"Aahhh, I want to introduce you to my girls. They're right around the corner and the main one is gay. If it works out for you, you can take care of it all right there. It's called "Vive La Femme. Aahhh," grunted Grace.

Abigail was hitting all the right spots. She just knew how to do stuff, sexy stuff, everything. "Shish pow, shish pow," was still ringing in the bedroom, the tunes were still playing, the video still going on. There was a run of hot cunnilingus videos, and Abigail was inspired to flip Grance and go down on her good to give her a break from strapon sex.

Grace Comes Again

Grace was a swamp; Abigail thought she might find some fish swimming around in her cunt. When she came up for air, Grace had had an orgasm, and had squirted her love here and there and everywhere. Some of her cum wound up in Abigail's hair and face, to go with the sheen she had acquired by licking and loving her.

"Oh my god girl, oohhhhh, shit right there. Sorry, I'm cumming again."

"He he, no need to apologize," said Abigail.

Grace's head sagged, and she blurted out, "Fuck, you're the best." Abigail gave her a break, for she needed one too.

"Oh wow, where's my phone when I need it. Oh, to have an action pic of this marvelous fucking. Your face and neck are completely covered in...me baby, in me."

"I feels so good and yummy, I just had to break from our slow-motion strapon loving, said Abigail. "But where were we." She quicky got a towel off the bed and wiped herself down. She also cleaned Grace a bit.

"We were talking about makeovers, lover."

"Yes, the Vive La Femme salon," said Abigail. "I know of it, but I haven't been in there. Sort of intimidating, seeing all these ordinary women turned into goddesses. It would be so cool if we can go together. Can we."

"Of course we can, baby."

Abigail still had the strapon on, and she got ready to do Grace missionary. Soon she was thrusting steadily into Grace, hitting Grace's spots, confirming once again that Grace had made a great decision in Abigail.

"Aahhhh, keep it going, Abigail."

"I'm on it," said Abigail. "Like the song says, `they can fuck you good, but I can fuck you better'." Abigail drifted off for a bit, reveling in the pleasure she was giving Grace, for she felt it too. In her pussy, her clit. Feeling the strapon go in and out of Grace's cunt, watching it very closely, rejoicing that they didn't need a man to get off.

"You are so quick, intellectually honey. You should be an author or something," said Grace. "Shish pow, shish pow" was ringing again in the apartment. The sexy tunes were still playing softly, the cunnilingus videos still rolling. Now there was a threesome playing, and Abigail recognized all the actors.

"OK, Aahhhh, you let me change your name from "Abby" to "Abigail," back in 8^th grade. Remember? Aahhhh."

"Yeah, I'll never forget. That's when I fell in love with you, truth be told. But everyone calls me Abby, out of habit. But I'm used to your going by "Abigail," and I like it a lot," said Abigail. "The name sounds like a librarian's. But, frankly, I'm an old soul." Shish pow, shish pow.

"Uunngg, oh no, I'm cumming again," Gracie cried. "I'm sorry honey."

"Sorry for what? It was only twenty or twenty-five strokes. You're a miracle, baby" Abigail thought they would be the perfect couple. She imagined being anywhere with Grace.

"No, you are. It's so attractive to someone like me, honey. To have you on my arm," said Grace.

"Is that the end of the questions?"

I have no more questions, your honor," laughed Grace.

"Motion to continue fucking," laughed Abigail.

"Motion granted, he he."

Grace Loves to Fuck

Abigail had a lot of pent-up sexual energy. Now that the questioning was over, it was her turn. She had acquitted herself well, and pulled out of Grace's tunnel of love.

They took a badly needed potty break. too. Grace took the opportunity to get out another new pride dildo that she used a ball point pen to put a couple of "Gs" near the end. It would be her dildo when they fucked in the future. She grabbed a pair of clean heavy-duty black panties with a hole built-in. Putting them on, she admired herself in the bedroom full length mirror.

"Damn I'm hot, if I do say so myself," boasted Grace.

"Your fire baby, fire," said Abigail. "Let me suck you off." She got on her knees and did just that for a few minutes, checking herself out if the mirror.

"Aahhhh," Abigail smacked her lips and got up.

Still buzzed from their earlier frenzied tipple, they had some more wine and another hit from the marijuana cigarette that beckoned from the ashtray. Five minutes later they were again abuzz and laughing in hilarious jags.

"OK, who's next," cackled Grace. "Step right up for the fucking of a lifetime. You, young lady, you look like you need some good fornication," pointing at Abigail.

"Why yes (blinking her pronounced eyelashes flirtatiously), I think I do."

"That's my girl," said the flirtatious Grace. "Just lean on the bed and open your pussy lips wide for me. That's it. Good girl; you know the drill."

Grace put a little lube on Abigail's labia and some on the pride dildo and started to inch the colorful new strapon into her lover. Abigail cherished the feeling of strapon sex and she loved the knowledge that it was her fiancée giving it to her. She wondered if the straight girls ever got it this good.

"OK, here we go. Slowly at first," said Grace. "Ooh baby, you're so hot, you know that, don't you? Hot and young and fine, and all mine."

Abigail was certainly feeling in heaven or somewhere like that. The strap was now going in and out at a steady speed, and the chemicals they had imbibed settled a feeling of max pleasure over her. She loved getting fucked, and she loved the wine and the weed and everything. Her world was a beautiful place filled with beauty and love.

"I'm feeling so much heat in my tunnel of love darling," said Abigail. "Keep at it however you're doing it."

Grace had been pinching her butt, leaning over and massaging her grown-up titties, and slapping her glorious hips. Eventually, she grabbed her hair and twisted it a couple times, pulling Abigail's head back.

"Aahhhh. Now you're talking rough," said Abigail. "I like it rough. Oohhhh."

"Yeah, c'mon you dyke whore, cum for me now." She started to deliver long strokes.

"Oh yeah, talk dirty to me honey," said Abigail. She was starting to get dizzy with pleasure that she had only dreamed of. "Fuck me baby. Oohhhh, Oohhhh. Aahhhh. I am really close."

"That's it, fucking bottom like a real woman's woman. Come on, get it girl, get it for me," said Grace. She was now giving Abigail the pounding of a lifetime and she was taking it and she was delirious with joy.

"Aahhhh, oh honey, I'm cumming. I'm sorry I'm cumming so soon. Every fiber of my being is on fire with pleasure now. Oohhhh, Aahhhh."

Grace didn't say anything. She just kept thrusting up inside Abigail, and let go of Abigail's big hair.

Abigail, "Oooohhhh, Ohhhh, my god I'm cumming, I'm cumming."

It seemed to her that the world froze. Cars, airplanes, people walking and talking stopped. And her, in the midst of the orgasm of her young life. She backed into her honey Grace and was on her tip toes, squeezing every drop of pleasure she could from the fucking.

And then it was over. She slid off the strapon and was too weak to get on the bed. Grace came to her aid, and easily got her legs onto the bed, took her strapon off, and cuddled up with her baby. It took Grace a little longer, but she too fell asleep.

A Ring?

"So, when would you like to get the two engagement rings?" asked Grace.

"After Jamboree week," said Abigail. "It's crazy leading up to it. Maybe a week from Monday or Tuesday?"

"Let's do it Tuesday to give you a day to recover from Camp. I'll decide on the two stores we'll check out, and we'll save the best for last. Sound good?"

"Oh yay, I'm so excited."

"Me too. Come here, you! They were naked and in bed and joined together by a kiss. Think of nothing, but enjoying the afterglow from incredible sex.

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