BETWEEN Soph and Abs

Chapter 11

I'm definitely not wearing these. 

It's just strings for god sake! I might as well not wear anything if I'm gonna let my girls out that much. How kinky is this guy for Gabrielle to suggest that outfit for our first night. It shouldn't even be called an outfit. It's just strings! 

Gosh, do I sound like a 32 year old now instead of a 19 year old? 

"Abigail?" I hear a knock on the door along with the deep voice. s**t, I'm still in my old pyjamas. I haven't even applied anything on my face. 

I was planning to put on light make up after wearing the lingerie Gabrielle packed for me, unknowingly. She said it'll be a surprise for me and Mr Sinclair. I am indeed surprised, Gabrielle. 

"Can I come in, Abigail?" He asks again. 

"Yes?" I jump at the speed of light towards the bathroom, snatching the strings on my way there. I've already showered but while debating about the string-outfit between finding the courage to wear it or just toss it out, I put on my own panties and a baggy shirt; my infamous nightware. I haven't unpacked all the stuffs we bought today. 

"Abigail?" The voice seems louder and now there's a knock on my bathroom door. s**t, I really can't wear these strings. I won't. It exposes too much. The devout Christian in me cringes at it. 

I come out in my nightware- the baggy shirt and the super-normal-non-labelled panties. I do wear luxurious lingerie but to embrance my character as a poor, desperate 19 year old, I packed these instead. 

"I thought you're asleep." He's standing in front of me, in blue jeans and black shirt, just like last night. It's past 11 now, is he going out? Again? 

"Are you going out?" Gabrielle warned me not to ask stuffs, just be an obidient puppy and never ask or complain. I am definitely not doing that. You never listen, do you Sophie?

"No. Are you?" He's staring at me.

"Oh. No. This is what I wear when I go to bed."

"I thought Gabrielle brought you to the boutiques?" His subtle way of disapproving my choice of nightware? 

"She did. But I haven't unwrapped them." I did unwrap one but you're not gonna find out about that. Because I'm never going to wear those strings. 

"Do you want some time to get ready?" Gulp.

Suddenly the phone rings and that's when it hit me. I haven't called Abby for my evening call update. 

"Aren't you gonna get that?" He asks, one hand in the pocket, taking out his own phone. I quickly jog to my bag to retrieve the noisy device. 

"Why didn't you call me, b***h?!" Abby shouts at me, oh wow. Way to call your aunt, Abigail Grey? 

"I forgot. Sorry."

"So you're okay?"

"Yeah. Pitch perfect." That was our code for an absolute okay. 

"Alright. Call me tomorrow morning, b***h!" I can feel the heat coming near me. 

"I will." Two hands wrap around my waist as I am fully aware of how close I am with Mr Sinclair. Oh God. Dear God. Oh My. He's touching me. I can feel his abs pressing my back. 

"Bye Fifie." I can't utter a simple bye to Abby as his nose touches my neck. Is he smelling me or trying to kiss my neck? 

The call has ended but I can't find the courage to drop the phone. I can't move. I'm too shocked. 

"You smell delicious." His deep voice fills the void between us. He leaves a trail of kisses from the neck to the shoulder. Why did I wear a wide neck shirt oh why. 

When he reaches the end of my shoulder, he turns me swiftly and kisses me on the lips. It's a gentle kiss, the kind that you just wanna say hi but at the same time you also wanna say i'm interested. 

I return his kiss and that's when he kisses more passionately. Is this French kiss? Or tongue-kiss is the said French kiss? Oh I don't know! It was a boring marriage with Dean, I barely learn things about s*x with him. 

I feel a hand touches my right breast. It caresses my girl until it finds my n****e and starts to tug it gently. I can feel the kiss deepen as the same hand leaves my n****e and moves downward.

He slips his hand into my panties, thank God I wear a lace panties just now instead of a normal cotton panties! 

I moan feeling a finger caresses my fold. We are still kissing while he rubs my fold teasingly. My neck somehow feels a little strained from the struggle to meet his lips. He's too tall! I have to look up that much. Did I mention I even have to tip-toe?

Suddenly he stops kissing me, retrieving his finger from my panties. s**t. Did he read my mind just now? No, no! Kiss me back! I don't mind the neck strain! Kiss me back!

"You are delicious."He says it after he slips the finger into his mouth. Errrr call me an ambulans, please? 

Because I'm about to have a heat stroke. This is too hot!