Abigail Joins the Lady Cadets Chapter 4

Abigail Joins the Lady Cadets -4-

Working Out at the Women's Gym

Abigail told herself that one last fling wouldn't hurt anything, that Grace would understand. She texted Carmine and suggested the following Wednesday night would work for her to work out. Abigail would tell Carmine about her engagement to Grace, but she would wait until they were driving back from the gym that night. Grace herself knew she was "promiscuous," for she was too. She wouldn't expect her to just go cold turkey, after all.

Carmine drove to Abigail's house on the appointed Wednesday and texted her that she was outside. Since it was June night in Nashville, Abigail wore a pair of matching black Nike shorts and sports bra. She donned a pair of pink shorty socks and some Nike trainers she'd just bought for Jamboree. They were a deep crimson red.

And, of course, she got a gym bag out, and threw a towel and a cute pair of green Gap shorts, a white sports bra, and her favorite Victoria's Secret teal colored Cheekies to emphasize her beautiful ass. To finish off her overnighter was a toothbrush, some deodorant and a YSL Black Opium skinny spray bottle...in case there were any extra-curricular activities.

Walking to Carmine's waiting late model Tesla, Abigail was glowing with sexuality and poise. She got into the car, and slowly kissed Carmine on the lips.

"Dang, you look even better than when I saw you on Sunday," said Carmine. "Thanks for coming, by the way. I really think you'll have fun." Carmine was wearing the same Nike outfit, but in white. It really highlighted her buff body and her deep, caramel skin tone.

Abigail turned to her and, looking her in the eyes said, in her usual forthright manner, "I love that you invited me." They gabbed like old friends on the way to the gym.

When they got to the building, Abigail was a little surprised that there was no signage, and asked Carmine about it.

"You know, security for the women," said Carmine. Abigail understood. They had to wait for a person to come and let them in.

The owner, Gianna, welcomed them both. Gianna was doing double duty: working out with a woman who was dressed to kill in a gym outfit just like Abigail's and covering the front desk. The woman was introduced to the pair as Eleanor, Gianna's girlfriend. The gym offered one guest pass per month to Carmine and she was using it on Abagail.

The gym was sizable, and Abigail noted that the equipment was slightly dated. However, it was sparkling clean, as was the whole gym. Lighting was great, and huge mirrors were everywhere.

"Wow, who knew, a real gym for the girls," Abigail told Carmine. "A safe place for the women."

"Yep," Carmine replied. "And the environment just got a lot better the moment you walked in." For once Abigail was speechless, but she smiled at Carmine.

In the entire gym she quickly counted about twenty-five women working out. She followed Carmine into the locker room and they stowed their bags in adjacent lockers. Carmine reached for Abigail and embraced her, planting a big wet kiss on her lips. Without hesitation Abigail returned the kiss and grabbed Carmine's ass, just one of the trendy female's fine features.

"You're so hot Abigail," said Carmine. "Be aware that at least two thirds of the women who workout here gay and are going to have a visceral reaction to you. It takes getting used to you. Whether you flirt or not is up to you. Just be kind. Frankly, I have a feeling that you're going to rock this place."

"I will be kind," said Abigail. "I'm with you, after all. But I will be playful and nice too. I've already noticed it, the `female gaze'." She laughed at herself.

They started out on the bench, and Abigail just did sets with the 45 lb. bar. She hadn't lifted in a while and did not want to be sore the next day.

There was a steady parade of (hot) women who came and greeted her and Carmine. It seemed like over half of them kissed her, welcoming her to the gym. They all nodded to Carmine, whispering stuff like "nice catch" and "you go girl." One even told Carmine that she would take sloppy seconds, though, thankfully Carmine thought, Abigail did not hear that one.

Eventually they split up, Carmine going "heavy" that day. Abigail found herself on the treadmill, walking to a slight elevation. The treadmills faced a floor-to-ceiling mirror, and she smiled in the mirror to the cute blonde that was next to her.

"Hi, I'm Julie," said the girl. "You're new here, aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm a newbie."

"Well, welcome to Curves. You'll like it her. We're like a family." said Julie. "What's your name?"

"I'm Abagail. Nice to meet you."

"Oh, what a pretty name. But you probably get that a lot." They were soon talking like sisters. It happens that Julie was twenty-four and a nurse. She was gay, and in between relationships.

"My ex had a commitment problem. She was very pretty, and she said "yes" to almost every offer."

Abigail took a closer look at Julie. "My god, the girl is cute, and has a hard body too." She noted that she was only wearing one ring, a cute one on her left thumb.

"You're hear with Carmine?" said Julie. "Figures. She's so hot and, truth be told, you two would make beautiful power couple. Let me know if you guys want to do a threesome. I live nearby, and I'd give anything to taste you, to suck the pussies of you and Carmine."

That brash confession stuck with Abigail. It pierced the heart of her recent commitment to Grace. "Should I even go through with the promise I made her?" Oh, the life of a hot young lesbian in 2024. So many choices, so few answers.

"OK, I'll run it by Carmine. I'm going to do some more weights, but I'm sure we'll talk again," said Abigail.

Carmine Agrees

She and Carmine met up to work their arms, curls and triceps curls. Between sets she shared her conversation with Julie.

Carmine laughed quietly, and said, "I'd be down with that on another day. For sure she's a hottie. But, tell her we'll be in the shower in fifteen minutes and that she should join us. If she wants to."

Being the go-getter that she is, she walked straight to where Julie was doing some lat pulldowns on a machine. Abigail let her know her know the good news, and the really good news. Julie nodded her assent, looking at one of the stylish big clocks that adorned the gym.

"Yes mam, I'll be going into the locker room at 8:10 to change. I'll be waiting in the shower that is on the far left. OK?"

"Right, we'll see you around 8:15," said Abigail. She kissed her, and leaned in and whispered, "This fucking gym is amazing."

Julie nodded her head in agreement, and moved the pin on the machine two more holes to one hundred pounds, her all time high.

Most of the gym girls saw Abigail walk up to Julie and knew that they were either going to have sex in someone's apartment, or, better yet, in the gym's showers. They simply nodded to one another and laughed. It gave them all a bit of a rush.

Our heroes finished their workout, said their goodbyes to fellow athletes with a knowing smile and gleam in their eyes, and retired to the locker room.

A Three Way

There were three showers off to the left that created its own hall for privacy. Julie was in the furthest one, a handicap shower with plenty of room as well as a little seat. Carmine pulled the curtain back and there was Julie, already rinsing the soap off. She screamed, and then they screamed. Surely some of the workout baes heard it.

Carmine said first, "Damn, three little maids, all in a row. You guys are so damn perfect. Pinch me, because I think I'm dreaming."

"Or more like watching a porno on Pornhub," said Abigail. Abigail and Carmine ducked under the water for a minute to get their sweat off.

There was no method to their madness. There didn't need to be when you have three experts. Carmine and Julie naturally got on their knees in the very clean stall, and Julie got two of the cushions that were left on the bench so that they wouldn't get their knees dirty. The faucet was still sprinkling the lesbians with warm water like a religious service.

Without pause, Carmine took Abigail's ass and started to get it wet and nice and juicy. Julie was licking and sucking her pussy, paying special attention to her very large clit. Abigail had to grab the shower controls to steady herself. Within minutes she had an orgasm of epic proportions, having never experience DP before and becoming very weak kneed when per pussy/clit and ass were being assaulted simultaneously.

"Oh, you two are killing me, Aarrgg, Unhhhh," she cried. She bent over involuntarily, to recover. "Oooo, Oooo, oooo," she breathed in heavily.

Carmine and Julie high fived and kissed.

Then, Carmine sat on the little seat and spread her legs wide. Julie and Abigail were slender women, and they went after her sex, cheek by jowl.

Carmine was immediately dreaming of her first lesbian sex. It was with a white girl in her sophomore year at Fr. Ryan high school. The scene took place in a seldom used bathroom, and the girl was so beautiful and so patient with her. She had become constantly horny and wanted to try lesbianism. Her and Marianne became inseparable after that having sex every day, and sometimes twice a day. They stayed together through high school. Oh, Marianne, why did you have to go away for college?

"Wait, you guys," said Carmine. "I'll be right back."

Abigail and Julie started kissing, feeling each other's ass, massaging the full breasts. Carmine was back in a minute. Her hand was behind her back.

"OK, whaddya got?" said Julie, the shower pelting her head.

"Ta Daa! A strapon, my baes," said Julie, bringing out the beautiful Purple eight-incher.

"Unh huh, and what were you going to do with that tonight?" asked Abigail.

"I was prepared to fuck you, if it got that far," giggled Carmine.

"My, what a perfect way to end a first date. I like the way your think, Carmine."

"Who wants to use it first?" she asked.

"I do," said Julie. "I'm really not getting any recently, as I shared with Abigail.

"Well, do you want to do her, or should I?"

"I'll go," said Abigail.

There was nothing for Julie to do but lean over the seat. Sliding onto the bench, Carmine spread her legs, and Julie began to eat her pussy. Julie was wet, due to the sex and the shower. Abigail opened the lube anyway, just to add a little slipperiness. Putting a dab on the dildo and some in Julie's pussy, she was ready to go.

She didn't say anything as she inserted the head of the strapon into Julie's passage. Julie was surprised a little, but welcomed the strapon, and the feeling of fullness that it brings. Not yet eighteen, Abigail was already supremely confident in her abilities to get a girl off.

"O-M-G, someone is being aggressive," said Julie. "I love it. Keep going Abby. Oh yeah, fuck me girlfriend."

Meanwhile, Carmine was masturbating her pussy and messing with Julie's tits. Every minute or so, Julie kissed her, and Carmine loved it.

But her mind continually drifted to Marianne, remembering her easy smile, her ambition and her intelligence. "Not even this, Marianne, not even this," thought Carmine. She still ached for her best friend and lover, praying every day that Marianne would come home.

In spite of, or perhaps because, of the thoughts about her former lover, Carmine dug the way Julie was after her pussy, her tits. She was vocal too,

"Now my tits. That it. Your mouth on my pussy, please. Don't forget my clit you whore." Both Carmine and Abigail were completely focused on giving her the best orgasm ever.

Julie could only do Carmine because of the steady rhythm of Abigail. She appreciated the young lass very much. At some point she got into missionary position on the bench, with Abigail fucking her pussy and Carmine kissing her lips and playing with her titties. Again, there was a unity in the three, Julie the receiver and Carmine and Abigail the deliverers of salve of Sappho. All Julie had to do was melt into it.

"Aahhhh, Abby, you're doing me better than my last girlfriend did, for sure, Uuhhhh. Keep it going honey."

It was the first female, her sister, who had had an orgasm at her hands and Abigail took her job seriously. She had the straps tucked into the strapon: no loose strings, fucking in a nice and tidy way. Her dark brown hair was perfect, her nails a beautiful red, and tan skin beamed. She was so, so together. A wonder. Abigail will be a CEO some day, another woman that will bring the patriarchy to its knees.

She kept her strapon sex tempo at medium, just the way Julie liked it. She continued to agitate her clit with her left thumb. Julie couldn't process all the way she was being turned on any more.

Julie succumbed to orgasm, saying to her girlfriends,

"Please keep doing what you're doing I'm cumming so hard."

So Carmine, who was frigging Julie's tits, and of course Abigail, who was fucking her pussy and jilling her big clit so that the helmet of the little man was showing, increased the intensity of their lovemaking. Julie could take it, and did for another two minutes when she lost control of her body. She flopped around like a fish out of water does, saying to both of her girlfriends,

"Fuck me, fuck meeeee," she shouted, and then went dramatically quiet, to the point where Carmine had to say to her,

"Julie, are you OK. Talk to me Julie." She had come all over the place: on herself, on Abigail, on Carmine and on everything withing a couple feet of her pussy.

"I'm fine, just a little fried," said Julie. "I mean, I've never had two bitches do me like you did."

By this time there were some girls in various stages of undress watching the proceedings. They were drawn by the sounds made in the Handicap shower stall, and they stood around the entrance to the stall, with the curtain held by one of them. They never quite experienced, nor seen, anything quite like it. They were whispering to one another things like, "Shit, she came so hard she's comatose" or, "That Abigail cunt is only seventeen" or, "Carmine is really into it." Julie and her maid servants were only vaguely aware of them. It was so exciting to be a lesbian.

The girls took a well-deserved break, while the others had filtered back to the gym. They were in front of their lockers, and Julie spoke up,

"Hey girls, you wanna keep going? I'm up for it, if you are."

"I'd love to, I really would," said Carmine. "But this was a night for Abigail and I. Our first time. Can we take a rain check on that one?"

"Oh, I see," said Julie. "I'm really sorry about that. I've been a hog, but I think you get my situation. I've been without a relationship for two months now."

"Nothing to worry about," said Carmine. "I really wanted to get with you, and I'm pretty sure Abigail did too."

"Hell yes," said Abigail. "Those were about the strongest orgasms I think I've every seen."

"Since we see each other here regularly, why don't we just say "until next time?" said Carmine.

"Until next time," said Abigail. The girls laughed and got dressed to go.

Abigail Does Carmine

Carmine asked Abigail about Grace as they sipped smoothies in Carmine's first floor condo. Grace was staying at her mother's house for the evening so there was no drama on the steps.

"I think I pulled the trigger too quickly," Abigail said. "I'm not ready to be engaged. I'm not done being a single woman, in fact, I've only just begun. There are so many beautiful baes out there. Beautiful baes like you. I was so excited when you invited me."

"To be honest, I didn't think you'd go for a night at the gym. With a black girl. You are full of surprises."

I looked up "frisson." That is exactly what happened to me. A frisson of emotions...all of them yummy good."

"When are you going to tell her?" Carmine said.

"Tomorrow," said Abigail. "I'm supposed to spend the night in #303. I'm just going to go up there and tell her, and then go home. It won't be too bad. Please pray for me."

"Certainly. I've known of the engagement for a couple days. Let's say, I didn't approve. I've been praying for you. Do you have anywhere to be tonight?

"No. The Jamboree starts Sunday, so I'm free until then. Why do you ask?"

"Come, let's go to bed. Finish what we started."

"I'm so down for that. Carmine, I think you're the most beautiful girl I've known. Your smile, your brown eyes, your skin is just fantastic, I could just eat you up."

"Well, er, I'm blushing. If you can tell!"

"I can. The fact that you're twenty-three with a degree in nursing. A real go-getter. The complete package."

"Yes, I'm a high energy girly girl, but thanks for acknowledging that. My dad's a physician and my mom's a nurse. It runs in the family."

"I'm not too young for you, am I?"

"No way. You're here, and you're about to get in bed with me, after an intense threesome. Look, true confession time. I've had my eye on you for a year, year and a half. You've really blossomed. I've got to have you, for a girlfriend."

"I feel the same way. But it will be a little awkward, what with Grace being in the same building."

"I know--I'll move!" said Carmine, as she brushed her relaxed and straightened black hair, mixed with brown, out of her face. I've been looking at a place a little closer to downtown that's not too far from your mom's place. Real estate is on fire I'll sell this place in a couple days, and can make the move within a week."

"That's what I'm talking about," said Abigail. "You get things done. That's the way I am, too. Let's go fuck, I'm so goddam horny."

They sprinted to Carmine's bedroom, and shed their clothes on the way. "Let's fuck girlfriend."

"Oh, darling girl, I love your look and I love you. There, I've said it," said Carmine. They were both kneeling on the bed, kissing, hugging, and saying heartfelt things.

"That night on the steps," said Abigail. "It was weird—you really got me. I wanted to do you right then. I'm so in love with you. But let's not talk, for now."

With that Abigail was kissing Carmine, on the lips, on the breasts, and on the pussy. Her lips were so soft she felt like she could kiss them for hours. Her C-cups too were soft, of course, but tonight it was her pillowy lips. Of course, her pussy too. She got Carmine comfortable, then spread her legs slowly but surely, and licked her pussy.

And what a pussy it was. So large. So many nooks and crannies. So creamy and soft.

Abigail saw the chance to do a new move. While sucking her clit, she turned her right-hand upside down, and, with the first two fingers, captured Carmine's outer pussy lips between her fingers and started to started to rub her hand, up and down. She eventually included her fat clit too. She always tried two or three things at once, and licked Carmine's pussy while her right had was doing its thing. She really liked what she was doing to her girl.

"Oohhhh, Aahhhh, go girl, keep going all the way," said Carmine.

"Gladly, my love," said Abigail.

Carmine was transported to a heavenly place where the angels celebrated the sex of WLW with singing and trumpet blasts. She came in a couple minutes and she knew then that Abigail was her women.

"Oh, fuck me Abigail," she cried. "Uunnhhhh, wwhhoowwww, yes, fuck me girl, sshhitttt." She began to twist side to side and gathered the sheets into a big fluffy knot. Abigail really had a hold on her and wasn't going to let her go.

Finally, after her belly rose off the bed and her lips made a big "O." She stayed in the air for what seemed like forever, then collapsed in a heap, her hand still clutching the sheets. One big fucking orgasm.

"Oh girl, you've got to move in with me," said an exhausted Carmine. "I'll sell this place this week and move over by your mom's place. I've got to have you in my bed."

"Sounds like a plan," said Abigail. She hadn't even graduated, but she would work it out with her mother.

They spooned for what seemed like half and hour. She loved the cuddling, and she loved Carmine. She draped her left arm over her and played with her nipples and the shiny breasts. Carmine came again, presumably from the nipple play.

"Whoa, Oohhhh my nipples, I'm cumming again. Oh shiitttt. Wewwww. No more, please." After a minute or two, she was fast asleep.

Abigail smirked to herself, feeling like she had Carmine's "number." She had fantasies about rooming with her, sleeping with her, loving her. Abigail had delusions of her with Carmine's caramel skin tone. Oh. She stayed in the spoon position, and soon she was asleep too.

Carmine woke and bounded out to the bathroom. She brushed her teeth and eventually went tinkle. Abigail awoke too and went to the bathroom. She found Carmine on the potty.

"Do you mind, if I partake?"

"Be my guest, my sweetie, my jill."

With Carmine still tinkling, Abigail sat down, facing her. She didn't realize that Carmine adored piss play; she was doing what came natural to her and it was a confirmation to Carmine that she was the one. Not every girl like the piss play. Their reasoning was that it was just too personal.

Abigail immediately stuck her hand in Carmine's stream.

"Mmm, it so warm." She kept her hand in the stream, and then put the fingers in her mouth. "Hmmm, so good."

Carmine giggled. "I wish I had known you liked water sports. But, then again, you continuously surprise me." Abigail then reached into the space under Carmine's pussy, and she caught the last few droplets. She put her hand in front of Carmine's mouth, and asked the question with her eyes. Carmine did not wait...she gobbled up Abigail's hand with her mouth and uttered,

"Hmmm, hmmm. Nothing like piss, is there?"

"Nope. I love it."

They both were so excited that Abigail kissed her deeply. Just then Carmine had a vision of her mother who blessed her life as a lesbian, and thought,

"She only knows the sucking pussy part. If she could see me now. He he."

They hugged and kissed for what seemed like an eternity. Carmine had to give Abigail a "tap tap" on her hips, and she got up. When Carmine stood, she kissed her again.

"I see I've got a tiger by the tail," Carmine said. "You've got a lot of energy."

"Your tiger baby," said Abigail. "I'll get my toothbrush," said Abigail, as she pranced to the bedroom.

"If you don't find it, I've got a new one that we'll dedicate to you."

"Nope, here it is," and she returned to the bathroom.

"You are so, so, advanced. Shit, there is nothing that you don't know how to do. You got up as soon as I tapped you."

"Got to be sensitive to your partner," said Abigail.

"Now I know why Grace couldn't let you go. You're amazing, truly amazing."

"Awww, little `ole me?" as she batted her eyes at her lover.

Carmine had the toothpaste, and gave Abigail a little dab. The brushed their teeth, staring into each other's eyes.

Carmine Does Abigail

They quickly finished and scooted over to the bed. This was Carmine's chance to show her bae what she was made of. Abigail brought the best out in her and they both knew it.

"What did you think about Julie calling you "Abby" tonight?" asked Carmine. It irritated Carmine.

"I told her my name was Abigail. Of course, you would notice that, baby. No one is perfect, but I found it rather rude."

"Same."

"What do you want, my love. I can see were both switches. Speak your command, and I will deliver."

"For sure, I want you to fuck me. Hard. Do you have a strapon."

"I have three that I keep clean. Small medium and large, thanks to Amazon." Carmine opened the big drawer on her nightstand, and pulled them out. The biggest one appealed to Abigail and she told her.

"That looks just like mine, the one that I use for jilling my pussy on the off days." It was a purple dildo with a smooth shaft and an upward tilt (to catch the G-spot). A nine-incher with a pair of black panties that were made to accommodate the dildo.

Carmen also took the lube, a new kind that she had tried and loved, and dabbed a little on the dildo and also on Abigail's pussy. She spread it around, lasciviously looking at her prey.

"You're going to love me topping you," said Carmine. "It's the specialty of the house."

"I know I'm going to love being fucked," said Abigail. "By the way, when did you first know.

"Actually, I'm a gold star. I've never been with a man and I plan on keeping it that way. But my older sister took my hymen, and I've never looked back."

"Me too, although I had to teach Hailey how to use it. But she was a good student. Like you, it was not a big deal, the tearing of the hymen. The virginity thing is just another way the patriarchy has built it up to such an institution, so to speak."

"Got that right, sister." She had been stroking the dildo, getting it nice and slippery.

"I'm going to start slow, and build up from there. OK hon?"

"Yep."

She knew what she was doing. She rubbed the head of it along the outer lips, and then put and inch or two inside her. It felt so good to Abigail. Soon she was inching it down the birth canal.

"Oh, that's it baby," said Abigail. "You really know what you're doing. Come on now, I like it rough."

Soon Camine was slapping and pinching Abigail like a good lover. Abigail loved it. She got into doggy for a while, and really loved it, but returned to the missionary position soon.

"I have to watch you, lover. Aahhhh, you do know what you're doing. You got game, for sure," said Abigail.

"Thank you, honey," said Carmine.

Carmine was thrusting steadily and slowly. She loved doing her baes in missionary. The look in their eyes said so much. In/out, In/out.

The missionaries must have had a lot of fun, although they're not known for much kink," said Carmine. Indeed!

"He he. You think of everything," said Abigail. Carmine slapped her breasts, first the right hand, then the left. Over and over again. She jilled her clit. Slowly. "My god I'm cumming honey. Steady as she goes." She felt the blessed strapon dildo in every part of her body.

"Shiver me timbers," laughed Carmine.

Abigail did not register the joke. She was lost in her impending orgasm. Carmine had pressed all of her buttons.

"Uunnhhhh, uunnhhhh. My god. What you do to me. Pshawwww." Abigail began making snow angels on the bed. "Goddam, it so fucking good. Keep going. I'm cumming, I know it's fast, but I'm cumming. It's minutes long." Her legs were flexing, showing off her running muscles, and my, what fine legs they were. She twisted herself up in the sheets.

"Oohhhh, Oohhhh, Oohhhh," said Abigail. And that was the last Carmine heard from her. She blacked out. Carmine was proud of having delivered the prolonged orgasm.

"Baby, you OK?" said Carmine, gently shaking an arm. Abigail moaned quietly,

"From Moby Dick, Melville I think," Abigail babbled, and was out of it again.

"He he he," laughed Carmine. "I've got a character on my hands." She withdrew the strap and bent forward to eat her swampy pussy. Carmine loved-loved pussy juice, and she got a mouthful of Abigail's nectar.

"Oh my god," she said. "It's so good."

She fell forward to cuddle with Abigail, settling on the rear spoon position. The two beauties fell asleep.

Abigail Talks with Grace

Abigail had her talk with Grace. I heard it went fine, but I wasn't there. I heard that it was not without a lot of tears and that Grace tried valiantly to save the relationship. Who are we to say what two grown women can do or not do? But in Abigail's case, it made sense, the age gap. She returned to Carmine's open arms, and the two got a condo three blocks from her mother's place. The fucked every day, sometimes twice a day. They're still together, still working out.

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