𝕄𝕀𝕊𝕋ℝ𝔼𝕊𝕊(es)* Ⓢⓔⓐⓢⓞⓝ ①

Ep. 23: Face (sit) the facts

Abigail Bronson gave her lovely red locks a final toss before clicking off the blow dryer, inspecting herself in the mirror as she did so. She scrutinized every little detail; her face shape, her nose, those freckles that Erica had once upon a time made her oh so insecure about. Abby didn't often wear make-up, but she considered putting just a little bit on to make her eyelashes stand out a little bolder. She knew Skyler couldn't resist a girl batting her lashes...

As soon as the thought was in her head, however, she banished it. She didn't need to do any of that; Skyler was only coming over tonight so that they could get a head start on looking for an apartment together. She didn't need movie star beauty, or really to look all that alluring in general. After all, she wasn't planning on making any moves or trying to flirt.

She and the other girls had agreed on it.

Abby snapped her hair up into a messy bun, then exited her bathroom, moving down the hall into her room where she dropped her towel and got dressed. She pulled her underwear on first, then a nice comfy tee that was thick enough she wouldn't need a bra underneath. She was about to pull out some pajama shorts to top it all off, but hesitated as what she saw next to them. A silky, black pair of leggings. The very same ones that she'd used to hypnotize and seduce Skyler at the beginning of all this.

A fluttering excitement filled the girl's gut as she recalled the memory; Skyler's handsome, helpless face as his eyes glued to her rump. The way he attacked her when she commanded him to. The way she could draw every little secret out of him with just a word. God, she fantasized about that night often, though it made her a little guilty given everything that came after. Still, she found herself cursing that stupid laptop for slipping off the bed and waking him up. Snapping him back to his senses and causing her to free the boy.

Looking back on it, Abby couldn't help but kick herself over not using that night to her full advantage.

That lasted a short while until more guilt overcame her. How could she think that way about her friend? Skyler still had no idea how she'd toyed with him and used him, and if he ever found out, she imagined he wouldn't be happy, even if the boy never really got angry.

That case might be the one exception...

The worst part was, she knew she needed to tell him, but it had been so long by this point that she didn't know how. Abby supposed that if the boy didn't remember, and if she and Cleo simply never brought it up again, there wasn't necessarily any harm in not speaking up. Skyler was none the wiser, and the guilt only had to be faced by them, a fairly reasonable punishment for their dirty deeds.

Abby resolved to do exactly that for now in her head, and placed her fingers on the shorts. She pulled them out and began to slide her drawer shut, but like a siren, the lusty, ever lingering fantasy in her brain called out once more, seducing her to pull the drawer back out, place the shorts back in, then yank out the leggings instead.

"It's a little cold in here today." Abby spoke aloud, as if needing to convince herself, "Might need something a little warmer."

Yeah, that was it! Cold; that's why she needed the leggings. Plus, why did she have to avoid the garment just cause Skyler couldn't keep it in his pants around them? That was on him if he got turned on. It's not like she was going to try to be seductive with them to get his attention. The leggings were solely for comfort, and Abby had no other big ideas for the night. If the boy checked her out, he checked her out, but that was it.

Abby squeezed her creamy thighs into the tights, then wiggled her massive, plump rump in the rest of the way before hoisting the waistline up to her stomach. Pulling out some long socks, she pulled them over the leggings up to her mid calves, checking herself in the mirror again, feeling a little more confident this time. She may not have thought she looked hot, but she couldn't even deny that she looked a little cute, all cozy and cuddleable.