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Warnings: fingering of the vagina, reader!receiving, French kissing, Abby is in her 30s and the reader is 19 years old. (That's all, I think)

My warnings: I haven't proofread this, sorry, it's been in my drafts since the beginning of last month.

Abby Anderson x fem!reader

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You wanted her so badly, so badly that you became ill from not being able to have her sooner.

Abby was your father's friend; they both worked in a factory. The work was brutal; you could tell when your father would physically come home because his soul was wandering elsewhere. You had met her when you watched your father arrive home; she didn't live far away. When your eyes met hers, you realized she should be yours.

Once, your father brought Abby home for dinner for no particular reason; he just invited her, and she accepted. It's a good thing he mentioned it beforehand; it gave you more time to get ready. You put on the best outfit you could find in your old closet and made a recipe from YouTube. You wanted to impress her.

When they arrived, you were already setting the table. Once everyone was served, they chatted, sometimes your eyes met hers, shy smiles exchanged.

Your father had gone upstairs to take a shower, Abby was in the living room, you had already finished washing the dishes, and hesitantly, you sat down next to her. She was rummaging through the old magazines you had picked up for free at a convenience store.

"Hi," you said shyly. Abby looked up and smiled at you.

"Hi! Sorry, I don't think we've formally met. I'm Abigail Anderson, Abby please," she extended a hand to you.

You stared at her for a few seconds, her eyes, hair, lips. You smiled again. "It's okay, Abby. My dad already talked about you, I believe he talked about me too."

Then came the silence; neither of you really knew what to say after some good conversations had been wasted following the presentation.

But you were direct, you approached her slowly, you weren't going to miss this chance, never. Your father was in the shower, you had to seize this opportunity.

"Well... do you live alone?" Direct answer, yes!

Abby smiled at you and relaxed a little; she didn't push you away, on the contrary, she leaned forward as well, making her knees touch

"Yeah, actually, I was seeing someone but... it's only been a few weeks so..." she chuckled, and you laughed too. You looked down at her body; she's muscular. "It must have taken a while to get there," you said, turning your gaze back to her face.

Her gaze was still on you, it never looked away. "You can be sure," she said, looking at your lips. You took her calloused hands in yours; the difference in size was evident, your hands were softer than hers, obviously.

"It must be a really tough job, right?" You moved closer, still holding her hands. Abby let out a snort, then a laugh. "That's nothing to me, doll." She shook your hands. "I like what I do, I like seeing my effort, not immortalizing the difficulty, I like having it in my hands."

"I see" suddenly you two were very close, you could feel her breath on your face. Her gaze drifted down to your lips, her hand gripping yours tightly; she was holding on.

"Fuck," she says, and her lips crash against yours with force and hunger. She didn't give you time to adjust and keep up with the pace. Her hands tightened around your waist, one on the nape of your neck.

You let out a moan during the kiss, and gently nibbled on her lower lip, then sucked on it lightly. She asked for entry, your lips parted for her, her soft tongue met yours, She sucked your tongue into her mouth. Both her hands were on the nape of your neck, the kiss had become a mess, strands of saliva dripping down both of your cheeks.

When she finally gave you a chance to breathe, one of her hands was running along your soft thighs. She squeezed the flesh and moved upwards, her calloused hand sliding under the dress you were wearing. You kissed her neck frantically; you no longer knew what you were doing, you just wanted her.

Abby's thumb caressed your thigh, it was so close to your vagina. You lifted your body closer to her. She caressed you through your cotton panties. They were embarrassingly sticky. Abby groaned at the sensation and wasted no time moving her fingers up and down. You gasped and pressed against her neck, squeezing her forearm. Your legs opened wider automatically, and Abby took advantage, pulling your panties aside. Finally, her fingers made contact with your sensitive skin. You let out a slightly loud moan as she teased your entrance. "Shh, quiet, doll," she murmured in your ear, so sweetly that it made your eyes roll back in pleasure at that husky voice.

Abby's thick fingers quickly filled your pussy, the sensation was so good you wanted to run away, your legs began to close, your eyes rolled back and closed in pure pleasure, Abby let out a growl.

"Keep that fucking thing open for me," she says sharply, brutally spreading her thighs. "Didn't you want this? Huh?" Your brain was a mess. , Abby slapped your thigh so hard it made you flinch and shrink back. "Answer me, you slut!"

"Yes, yes, please, please." You didn't even know what you were begging for when Abby's fingers entered you again, mercilessly. You bit her shoulder and struggled to keep your legs open. "Shit, shit... ahh fuck!" Your legs trembled when she hit your G-spot, she started poking that spot repeatedly, her thumb rubbed your little button, she had no mercy on your pussy.

"Is it coming? Hmm? Are you going to cum on my fingers?" You shook your head repeatedly, the grip on your stomach was tighter and stronger,

"Damn, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum..." Abby's movements became frantic, obscene wet sounds filled the air.

"Enjoy it," she says, looking at you, sweaty, skin flushed, hair stuck to her forehead and neck.

Your body convulsed brutally, you couldn't hold back and let out a loud moan. Abby had to put a hand over your mouth to muffle it, but her movements never spoke, she just looked at you while she did it. Your body writhed, you threw your head back, your vagina tightly gripping her fingers. "Fuck doll "

She removed her hand from your mouth, her fingers slowly left you and returned to your vulva. She rubbed your vagina rapidly, causing you to clench your legs tightly. After your tremors subsided, she slowly stopped moving, pulling her fingers away from your vagina. You were a mess, and you hadn't even done much to put you in that state.

She gave a mischievous smile, watching you. "Did I finish you off, doll? So fragile." She squeezed your thighs and wiped her fingers, stained with lubrication, on your dress.

After a few minutes you had recovered, exactly at the time your father had gotten out of the shower.

Your skin was still slightly flushed from the orgasm you had.

"Abby, I'm so glad you're still here, sorry for the delay," said your embarrassed father.

"Everything's fine, Mr. Patrick. Your daughter and I were chatting and didn't even notice the time passing," she said with a slight smile. "Well, I think I should go, it's a little late, I still need to rest. Thank you so much for lunch," she said, shaking my father's hand and then offering me her arm. "You cooked very well, I want to come back more often," she let out a pleasant laugh.

"That's alright, you can always come back, I already consider you a member of the family, and I think my mom feels the same." He squeezed your shoulder.

"Well, I have to go."

"Oh, wait, I'll walk you to the door," you said quickly and ran to the door.

Abby left and turned to you, saying, "I want to see you more often," with a small smile.

"Come back for lunch again sometime here at my house," you chuckled, moved closer to her, and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

"You can be sure I'll come every day, watch so you can eat dessert." She gave your butt a firm squeeze and turned to leave. You stayed by the door until she disappeared from sight.