Abby 2: Abigail

Chapter 8

As we followed Rossella and Damien back to their suite, my mind raced with thoughts of what might come tonight. Despite witnessing all kinds of acts at the Fleur-de-lis, I had never been intimate with another couple. I found solace in holding onto Eden's steady arm as Rosella opened the door to their suite. The sound of the door closing resonated through the luxurious room like a judge's gavel, sealing my fate for whatever lay ahead.

Rossella walked over to the bar and poured four glasses of white wine. As I watched, her movements exuded confidence and sexuality, reminding me of Madeleine.

"To new friends and new memories," Rossella said, raising her glass. The soft clinking of the delicate glasses reverberated as we all joined her toast. Each of us took a sip of our wine, standing silently for a moment. The sweetness of the alcohol and the fragrance of Rossella's perfume seemed to heighten the palpable tension in the room. Eden slid closer, further arousing me as his arm wrapped around me. I took another sip of wine, finding confidence in his warm embrace.

Rossella placed her glass on the table before running her fingers through her husband's hair. Her lips brushed against his ear as she leaned in and whispered something that brought a smile to his face before she turned and sashayed toward me.

"Tell me, Abby, have you ever kissed a woman before?" she said, her voice low and seductive.

She reached up, brushing a strand of my hair behind my ear before leaning in, her lips inches from mine. Memories of my scenes with Elizabeth and the many kisses we had shared flooded my memory, but this was different.

"Yes..."

"And did you like it?"

I could feel my face flush, blaming it on the alcohol. "Yes... I did," I replied, my voice barely a whisper.

Rossella closed the gap, pressing her soft lips against mine. Her kiss was gentle at first, a tentative exploration that gradually deepened as her mouth opened, allowing our tongues to find each other. The soft sweetness of the wine on her lips made my head spin, and I found myself lost in her kiss, forgetting for a moment where I was.

My head moved slightly forward, breath hitching as my lips automatically sought hers again as she pulled back.

"And you, Eden?" she said, still holding my gaze with her stare. "Are you afraid of your girlfriend kissing another woman?"

His deep voice stoked the heat building between my legs. "Not at all."

Rossella gave an approving smile. She delicately took the wineglass from my hand and placed it on the table without breaking eye contact. My heart raced as she moved even closer, her lust enveloping me in a sensual haze. She paused a mere inch away from my lips.

"I'm going to kiss you again, Abby. Would you like that?"

My body answered her by closing the gap, a soft gasp escaping my mouth as our lips met. Eden lingered his hand on the small of my back for just a moment longer before he moved to the couch with Damien. The severed connection to him left me falling fully into Rossella's embrace as our tongues locked together.

She reached out, her fingers tangling in my hair. I arched myself into her touch as her other hand roamed over my curves. The sensation of her soft feminine body pressed against my own was intoxicating, causing my inhibitions to melt away as we continued our embrace.

As Rossella's lips moved to my neck, I tilted my head, offering myself to her. The two men could be heard murmuring to each other in the background. Although their words were lost in the haze of my desire, the masculine energy of their deep voices only increased the wetness pooling at the apex of my thighs.