Pinch Me

Chapter One: How Do You Do?



Once again, Abby checked and re-checked her appearance in the small compact mirror she kept in her purse. Her emerald-hued eyes scanned every corner of her reflection, searching for the tiniest of flaws as the pilots voice boomed over the PA. She clicked the case shut with a nervous sigh.

They would be landing in ten minutes.

'Fuck' she muttered to herself, twisting several strands of her russet-hued locks between shaky fingers.

'What am I doing?'

'Currently, you're on the opposite side of the continent in a plane destined for the home town of a guy you've never met. Why? Because you don't wish to spend the remainder of your youth accompanied only by brightly colored, phallic shaped, vibrating objects." To Abby, at the time, this seemed a reasonable answer. Until she realised she was answering herself.

She was thousands of miles from home.

She was losing her mind.

And she was fairly positive by now, that she was doomed.

Having had more then enough time for contemplation in the past few hours, it had yet to occur to the young woman what exactly she was supposed to say apon arrival. Somehow, "Hi Ben, I figured after countless hours of unfulfilling phone sex that it might actualy be time to meet up", didn't seem to work.

'Oh God help me' she pleaded.

To bring you up to speed, the two had met via the ever-so-lovely world wide web. During a particularly lonely night of spring break, Abby had been mindless web-browsing when she came into contact with a certain boy.

He was charming, funny, and more interesting than anything Abby had going on that week. Not to mention, his rampant libido was in constant persuit of the one thing young Abby was all to happy to give.

It made life a little more interesting, having a horny older boy keeping you awake until 4 am. And it was all-too flattering knowing how he thought of her. However, wires and a cables are a poor substitute when all you crave is skin to skin contact.

3 years passed.

When Abby graduated, free time was plentiful and it made too much sense not to at least go 'visit'. Her mom didn't all together agree, but it wasn't her descision. There was nothing to tie her down on the home-front and with parental approval (sort of) she was free to do as she please. The week after graduation she'd made the call. Ben had agreed in a heartbeat and she booked the flight with the handset of the phone still glued to her shoulder.

Which brings us to where she was now; tugging absent-mindedly on a loose string from her dress as the plane took it's first tentative touch-dows on the runway.

Her frazzled nerves disintegrated and became a mass of quivering jell-o inside her bones. Knowing that he was there moments, not countries away, was slightly unsettling. Nervous fingers clutched her handbag as she sat frozen in her seat.

A soft tap on her shoulder brought Abby from her daze. She met the reassuring smile of the flight attendant with a glazed expression and proceeded to stumble towards the exit.

She noted, however briefly, that complete darkness had replaced the weak morning sunlight she'd left at home. Her attention turned quickly to the task of leaving the gate and finding her way through the bustle of the crowd surrounding her. When she broke free of the crowd, she scanned her surroundings for any sign of Ben. A glimpse of a familiar face above the rest caught her eye as the crowd parted.

Then, there he was. The phrase tall, dark and handsome did little justice in his case. But a better saying with which to describe him there were none. Her heart leapt into her throat and she swallowed hard. He was still searching the crowd when she approached him from the side. They were less than 6 feet from each other when his eyes, registering only delight and surprise, locked with her own.

She tackle-hugged him.

He responded in-kind, a small chuckle leaving his chest.

After a slow-passing moment they pulled away from each other. No words were exchanged as they appraised each other for the first time. She didn't miss the way his eyes had lingered on the bare expense of her legs left showing by the shortness of her dress.

When their eyes finally reconnected, Abby was the first to speak.

"Hi." her lips trembled with the effort and a light pink blossomed onto her cheeks.

"Hi back." was his witty response. "Which one is yours?" his question was directed toward the revolving baggage belt that had magically appeared next to them.

"U-umm.." she stuttered.

When he spoke, his voice made her knees quiver, and a liquid warmth spread to deep, dark, dirty parts of her anatomy that had before then remained dormant.

"The ostentatious looking purple one." she gestured toward one of the cases on the conveyor. He hefted it away from the belt and with exaggerated difficulty, heaved it onto the floor infront of them.

"Geez woman, what do you have in here?" he chuckled as a rather handsome grin spread across his features.

"Dead bodies." she jested, sticking her tongue in his direction.

He wrinkled his nose and frowned.

"And here I was hoping for an extensive sex toy collection." he sighed and pouted in a half-hearted attempt at looking put-out.

"I told you I'm working on it!" she laughed.

The smile did not leave his face as he popped the handle of the case up and linked her fingers with his own, pulling her toward the exit.

"Soo," Abby drawled. "Do I actually get to meet Bonnie?" she jumped quickly up and down, waggling her eyebrows in mock-excitement as they approached the elevators that would take them - to what she assumed would be - the underground parking corrall.

"Forgetting the fact that you actually remember the name of my car, which is mildly disturbing, the answer is yes. However, the real question would be.." he pulled her between the closing doors, "..are you wearing a bra?" his gaze traveled toward her generous chest.

Abby felt her nipples tighten rapidly into pebbled peaks under his scrutiny. She glanced shyly toward the floor of the lift as it jolted into motion. She allowed her fingers to trailed leisurely along the exposed flesh of his wrist.

"I didn't see the point of it, really." she bit her lip. "All I could think of was you ripping it off of me." she pressed her body closer to his, feeling the hard lines of his frame jutting into her soft curves. "But, I think what would interest you more is the fact that I wore panties to match." She looked up in time to watch his pupils constrict.

She could feel the electricity spark in the air. 'Sexual tension' had nothing on this.

The resounding chime of the elevator alerted the two to the fact that they had reached their floor. With renewed vigor, Ben pulled Abby toward the bronze Bonneville parked not far from them in the darkened corner of the lot. He unlocked the trunk and with excessive haste placed her baggage inside of it. Walking quickly toward the passenger side of the car, where Abby had been leaning, he made to unlock the door as well when Abby's fingers snagged the material of his t-shirt.

"Ben.." his eyes locked on her lips before his hot, hard body crushed hers against the frame of the vehicle. As his tongue savagely assaulted hers, his hand curled around her elbow, moving slowly down her arm, across her ribs and over her waist, tracing along her hip and down her leg, around her knee. He paused here, his hand curling around her calf. He pulled her leg up suddenly, hitching it around his hip. She moaned into his mouth and ground herself wantonly against him.

His mouth left hers briefly to trail slowly down her neck.

"You're a little bit hard." she stated breathlessly.

"You're a little bit close to me." he muttered, nipping at her lip. He pulled away slightly with a pained expression, as if suddenly realising where they were. As the rose coloured haze cleared from Abby's mind, she did the same.

"We shouldn't do this here." she frowned. "As kinky as it would be to brag that my first time with you was in plain view of the general public, I'd rather some one's granny intrude apon it."

He blinked and slowly, gaze focused somewhere past her shoulder. Turning to see what he could be staring at, she caught the eye of a wispy-haired, appauled-looking elderly woman and her husband, who was grinning like an idiot. Abby blushed scarlet and buried her face into Ben's chest. When the scandalised elderly woman discovered the expression on her husband's face she stomped away toward the opposite end of the parking lot, smacking her husband in the back of the head with her substantial-looking handbag as she passed. He scurried quickly after.

"They're just jealous." Ben murmured, pulling away. He opened the door and patted her bottom on the way to the driver's side.

She admired the interior of his car absent mindedly for a moment before he joined her in the cab. Had she not been looking toward the window, she pobably would have noticed, as he did, that the bottom of her dress had ridden up far too much and was revealing the smooth expanse of her creamy inner thigh. Had she been paying any attention at all, she would have noticed as he shifted closer to her. She did, however, notice when he spun her to face him. She noticed when his lips came crashing against hers.

A rugged groan tore itself from his throat as she linked her arms around his neck. Her tongue slipped expertly against his as if she knew exactly what he liked. She knelt and brazenly straddled his lap. His hands left her waist to palm the soft globes of her behind through the thin material of her dress before sliding beneath it. Her breath caught in her throat as he traced his fingers gently down the cleft of her cheeks. She involuntarily bucked her hips into his, her breaths escaping her in shaky, husky bursts. She pulled her lips from his to kiss the exposed flesh of his neck gently and migrating steadily northward, bit his earlobe tenderly.

His left hand, which had been previously kneading her exposed posterior, wrapped itself in her hair and pulled her mouth back to his. Before their lips met, his eye caught hers and she couldn't help but smile. He kissed her teeth.

Abby broke out into a fit of raucous giggles.

"Ohhh, my!" she sighed. "This is terrible."

"And what do you mean by that?" Ben asked incredulously. "I happen to be having an amazing time."

"I can see that." said she, as her eyes dropped playfully to the bulge in his lap. "And here I was hoping for dinner, maybe a movie. But, no. We can't even get out of the parking lot without jumping each other." she sighed. "What ever are we going to do with ourselves?" Abby grinned, touseling his hair.

"I can think of a few things" Ben quipped, grinning wolfishly.

"Ugh!" exclaimed Abby. "Get away from me you crazed sex fiend!" she cried, attempting fruitlessly to get off his lap.

"Hey now! If I recall correctly, you're the one who started this. With the-.." at this point he attempted to - rather badly - mimick her voice "..-oh, lookit me, I'm wearing a sexy little dress and no panti-" her hand covered his mouth.

"I get it. But can we please just try to make it somewhere not so blatantly obvious?" she plead.

"I suppose." Ben pouted. Abby shimmed back into the passenger seat grinning like a kitty with a rather large saucer of milk.

Ben started the car and winked at her. She swallowed hard as he pulled her hand towards hip lips before pressing a soft kiss against her knuckles and laying her palm on his thigh, mere inches from his rather conspicuous erection. While his own hands returned to conduct the vehicle, he allowed a slow grin to spread lazily across his face. Her fingers twitched against the material of his shorts.

This was going to be harder than she thought.




Chapter two is well on its way. I just had to finally get this out there. Tell me what you think! Review review review! Constructive criticism is much appreciated.

Ps. Happy Birthday. ;)


-devotchka.