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Sabrina had noticed her friend Abby had been a little down lately. The pressures of a new-born baby and sleepless nights that entailed was surely stressful for her and her husband Mark. Sabrina had suggested she take a night off and come over to hers for a meal and some much-needed girly chat. Abby agreed. Sabrina spent her Saturday afternoon preparing a nice salmon curry for them both, two bottles of white wine, and a stack of rom-com DVDs for their entertainment. Truth be told, since splitting up with her boyfriend a month ago, she was looking forward to spending the evening with someone. The summer was all but over, though the autumn evening was pleasantly warm. She opened the patio doors to let the evening breeze circulate around the dining room and slipped into a little skirt and causal tee shirt. She regarded herself in the bedroom mirror; thin, small but proportionate boobs, black hair styled into a cute bob, nice hips. Although her tan was fading fast, she liked to show off her long, smooth legs – her best feature, she thought. The loud chime of ding-dong echoed through the house. She glanced at the clock. Seven precisely. Abby was always on time. Barefoot, Sabrina skipped to the front door, excited to see her friend. She flung the door open. “Abby!” “Sabby!” The two girls greeted each other with open arms and hugged. “It’s so nice of you to invite me over,” gushed Abby. “Don’t mention it, baby. I’m so glad you came.” Sabrina stepped aside to let her friend walk through elvankent escort bayan to the kitchen. Abby was wearing a yellow and orange dress with daisy flower patterns on it. It was low cut, revealing the expanse of her ample breasts. Sabrina watched her stride along the hall in her high heels, noticing the shortness of it as the hem swooshed about her hips. She never remembered her friend being so daring in her clothing before. “I made salmon curry with rice. You’ll love it,” Sabrina told her. “Do you need help with anything?” “Absolutely not. You’re here to relax. I’ll be doing the work tonight. Sit yourself down and I’ll pour you a drink.” Abby seated herself at the circular glass dining table and ran a hand through her hair. It was shoulder-length, a deep, dark ginger colour, and with wonderfully big curls that made it bounce about her head whenever she moved. “I love your dress,” Sabrina said, filling the two glasses of wine she’d put on the table. “New?” “Bought last week. Mark was looking after Tyler for once, so I treated myself. You think it suits me?” “You look pretty hot in it,” Sabrina said, feeling under-dressed in her throwaway tee shirt. Abby smiled, pleased with the answer. Then the smile vanished. “I don’t think it’s working though.” “Huh?” “Mark… he…. since the baby, he doesn’t want to, you know, touch me anymore. Three months and nothing. I’m feeling… unattractive.” “I’d fuck you,” Sabrina muttered, Escort emek then realised what she’d said and blushed. She quickly moved the conversation on. “More wine?” “Please.” *** “Oh my God,” Sabrina exclaimed as she tried to pour more wine into her cup and nothing emerged, “we’ve gotten through one bottle already.” Abby giggled. “Well you’d better open up a new bottle, my dear.” Sabrina had been staring all evening but finally said what she was thinking. “I love your boobs.” Abby seemed to not mind this unexpected compliment. “I do too, aren’t they fantastic?” She cupped one with each hand and jiggled them. They were big, a real handful, and nicely rounded. “I swear they’ve gotten a lot bigger since Tyler was born. Mark doesn’t seem to notice though. Tyler does of course. They’re full of milk. He just loves to suck them. The milk is really sweet. I tried it once, just out of curiosity mind.” Sabrina subconsciously licked her lips. She felt a stirring within her when she imagined her friend’s tits, big and luscious and loaded with milk. Abby jiggled them again, giggling, making up a rhyme, “Here comes the milking machine, la la la la la.” She shook her head again and Sabrina watched those gorgeous big curls tumble about her shoulders as though in slow motion. She felt captivated by her friend’s beauty. Unmistakably she knew she was getting wet. They finished their meal and both laid their cutlery aside. “That was delicious,” Abby said. “Mark eryaman escort and I have been living off microwave meals for weeks, we’ve barely time to cook. Babies take up so much time. Would you even?” Sabrina shrugged. “Maybe one day. Besides, need to find a man first.” “Me too,” Abby joked. They went through to the living room. Sabrina closed the curtains and put a couple of table lights on to stave off the dark while Abby sorted through the pile of DVDs. Sabrina made herself comfortable on the sofa. “Bridget Jones’ Diary,” Abby declared, holding the DVD aloft as though it were a prize she’d just won. “We’ve seen that like a million times,” said Sabrina. “I know. It’s our favourite. That’s why we like it.” She put the DVD on and snuggled up next to her friend on the sofa. “It’s been so long since we spent time together, I missed you.” “I missed you, too,” replied Sabrina. Right next to each other, Sabrina breathed in her perfume, light and fresh like soap bubbles. She felt an aching inside and a wetness return to her pussy. She nervously raised a hand and rested it on Abby’s exposed thigh. The flesh was warm and supple as she gave it a squeeze. She glanced over as Abby turned her head to look at her, dreading the look of disgust that might be on her friend’s face. For a moment Abby’s expression was inscrutable, and Sabrina held her breath; then she put her own hand atop Sabrina’s and Sabrina knew it would be all right. Sabrina angled her face towards her friend’s. For a moment, she studied the slight lines on her friend’s face, as though drawn by a steady artist’s hand with a thin brush. Abby moved her face towards hers, her breath caressing Sabrina’s mouth before their lips connected. The touch of Abby’s soft lips on hers sent a bolt of sexual lightning through her.
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