Echoes Down The Corridor

The Dream...

A/N: Definitely an update this time :) Warning for (slightly!) more sexual content...

They've been kissing since the moment they were alone, unable to keep contact off each other. Lips on lips, thighs touching, hands roaming, claiming each inch they touch for their own. As the door locks, items of clothing are torn carelessly away from bodies, laying strewn across the floor. They both take a moment to look at each other, and the older gasps when she sees her young lover's "surprise". "You've done this for me?" she purrs as her eyes trace their way up stocking-clad toned legs, creamy thigh peeking over the top, the white teddy caressing her skin and hugging her curves. Even Abby herself had to admit the underwear looked amazing on her. Grinning, she is suddenly thrown onto the bed and her sex is gently caressed and sucked, until she comes crashing, screaming her lover's name repeatedly...

Sarah awakes from her dream, glancing over to her alarm clock. The silent breaths of her children echoing in the halls instantly reminds her that what she just experienced was just a dream. Even if it was very vivid. She clutches at the bed in desperation, only finding the other pillows next to her for comfort. It'd been over a year since her (now ex) husband left her, and this was the first time she'd felt truly alone since then. Since Abby.

Abby, still a child, was the cause of all this. The sleepless nights we're taking their toll, and she still had Year 11's mock exams to finish. Desperate for a distraction, she sleepily walks downstairs and picks up the essays strewn on the kitchen table.

After marking several half-witted interpretations of "The Crucible", her thoughts began to wonder about the protagonist, Abigail, and her own Abby. The fact that they shared names didn't go unnoticed by her. Her Abby, although not conniving like the Abigail in the play, shared some characteristics; both were impossibly intelligent and beautiful, and both knew how to cause great distress in the ones who were infatuated by them. Sarah attempted to ignore her daydreams, but, added with the frustration caused by her dream, they were proving impossible to ignore. She decided to take care of herself, and try and reclaim what little night's sleep she could. Picturing all her imaginings of Abby, it didn't take long for her to come, crying her lover's name into her pillow as her climax hit her...