Cabin Fever - An Erotic Novel

Chapter 14 - Abbie comes (FINAL EDIT)

Abbie woke up around ten o'clock Thursday morning with her left hand down her panties. She was right-handed, but for some reason, she'd always preferred touching herself with the left. No-one knew about the quirk. Except for Felix. She had told him, years ago, during a very drunken girls' night out. So maybe Felix wasn't actually a girl, but he still behaved like a girlfriend. He certainly had never touched her the way she was touching herself right now. Shame on him!

Felix. She had been dreaming about him. Again.

She vaguely recalled some parts of her dream. He – Felix – had been standing on the snowy terrace, naked and freezing. She had let him in, tried to warm him. Lacking a fireplace, she had been forced to use body heat. Abbie had guided him down on the bearskin rug (she certainly didn't own one, so that part was just her imagination) and lain on top of him. Just to warm him, of course – there was nothing sexual about it. Only he had been so cold... she had begun rubbing herself against him in desperation. It seemed to do the trick. He turned a slightly less cold shade of blue – and his cock had started to come alive...

...the rest of the dream came back to her. Abbie blushed but kept moving her fingers. It felt very nice, touching herself and thinking about Felix. Not something she did very often. Touching herself, that was. And she certainly didn't fantasize about Felix! He was her friend! But this had been a dream... the mind could play weird tricks on you when you slept. Like the bear rug. And a naked Felix on her floor, nearly dead from exposure to the cold.

In the dream, she had grabbed his rising shaft before it had a chance to grow soft again. She had no choice, really. If Felix only responded to sexual stimulation, that was what she had to give him. She had worked her hand up and down for a while. She wasn't a super-skilled sex goddess or anything but jerking a guy was pretty basic. Grab. Move hand up and down. Change grip, pressure, and speed every so often – but not too often.

Actually, it was pretty much what she did when she was touching herself – only without the cock. Then she had an idea: she really liked to have her boobs kissed, and her nipples caressed. Maybe he liked it to? She tried licking one nipple as she continued to work her hand up and down. Felix moved a little. It seemed to be working, so she changed positions, changed hands, and started sucking his other nipple. He made a little sound, like a groan.

Yes! He was going to live! She was going to save him!

To add more heat to the fire, she had gotten on top of him. Pulled her panties to the side. She was already good and wet, so he slid right in. It had felt very nice, having him inside her like that. Since he had responded so well to the nipple-licking, she had leaned forward and continued working with her mouth.

It took a long while to bring him back to the land of the living – she had plenty of time to rub her clit while she rode him back to life. When he finally did wake up, he had looked her in the eyes, kissed her with an open mouth, and then they had come together (his first orgasm, her fifth or something).

Thinking on the dream made her insanely horny. She kept rubbing, kept coming. It took like forever, and her brain kept coming up with stuff that definitely hadn't been part of any dream. After she was finally done, she reluctantly got out of bed. She had to call Bella, tell her she wasn't coming to work.

Coming. For some reason, the thought made Abbie giggle like a silly little girl.

She searched for her phone for a while. Finally remembered it had ended up under the sofa. Retrieved it with some effort. The damn thing was out of power. She finally found the charger in a kitchen drawer. Turned it on.

No calls from Felix. Bastard.

She called Bella instead.

The boss picked up after only two rings. "Bella."

"It's Abbie. I'm feeling better, but won't be coming to the office today."

"I figured as much. It's eleven o'clock," came the reply.

"I'm pretty sure I'll be good on Friday," she added.

"OK."

"About that project..." Abbie said.

"What project?" Bella sounded genuinely confused.

"The one with Felix. The one you mentioned."

"Oh, that one. Sorry, I'm a bit distracted today. Yes, the Felix project. It's scheduled for this weekend, but I didn't think you were up for it."

"I might be," Abbie said.

"You know what... it's a sensitive matter. I'd rather not discuss it over the phone."

"Maybe tomorrow, then?" Abbie said.

"I'm taking the day off tomorrow. Some personal stuff."

"Right." That was disappointing.

"Tell you what Abbie. I could stop by your place after work. We can talk then."

"I..." Abbie didn't know what to say. Bella sounded way more cordial than usual. Yet the prospect of having her show up at the apartment – it was just plain scary.

"Don't worry, dear. I'm not going to tie you up or anything. Though you could use a good spanking."

"What?"

"I'm only joking, Abbie. Don't be so fucking uptight. Anyway. It's your call. If you want to hear my proposal, text me before two, and I'll stop by around seven."

Bella hung up before Abbie could say 'no.' She was totally going to say no. Tie her up? A good spanking? Uptight? Who did Bella think she was?

Her determination to reject Bella's proposal remained firm until her post-brunch shower. Something about the warm water and the thought of Felix joining her made it impossible to say no.