breasts.
Abby just lied there, not really hearing Brianna or feeling her hand on her breasts. The reality of what she had done was beginning to settle in. Like a junkie coming down from an epic high, Abby felt herself sink to the lowest of lows. She felt overwhelming guilt and self-loathing. Tears began to pool in her eyes when Kyle’s face popped into her thoughts. She realized that as flawed as Kyle was, he had never cheated on her. And there she was, being unfaithful to him with none other than his own sister. Abby felt like the absolute worst person on earth. She realized she didn’t deserve a good man like Kyle and wanted to beat herself up for being so weak and for not being able to control her urges and curiosity.
She wanted to scream and relieve herself from the guilt that was smothering her, but she opened her mouth and no sound came out. Instead, silent tears began to dribble down her cheeks as she wondered if her world would ever make sense again.
Without turning her face to look at Brianna, Abby sat up and scooted towards the edge of the bed until her feet hit the floor. “What we did was wrong, Brianna. We can’t do it ever again,” Abby said softly, staring at the wall. Tears continued to stream down her face. She got off the bed and dragged her guilty feet out of the bedroom and into the living room area of the suite.
Even though Brianna had tried to convince herself that hers and Abby’s affair was going to be a one-time thing, Abby’s words still crushed her like a ton of bricks. She got off the bed in a hurry and followed Abby into the living room. “Please Abby. Don’t go yet. Stay a little longer,” Brianna pleaded as she watched Abby pick her panties up off the floor and slip them on.
Abby wouldn’t even turn around. She just kept picking pieces of clothing off the floor and putting them on. “Please Brianna. We both know that what we did was wrong. I know Kyle has treated you poorly, but he’s been good to me. Kyle didn’t deserve this from me. Don’t make things more difficult than they are,” Abby said, her voice cracking. She still couldn’t turn around and face Brianna. She knew that looking at Brianna’s sad eyes would have made her feel worse than she already did. Abby slipped into her dress and zipped herself up before stepping into her sandals. After squatting down to buckle them, she stood up, grabbed her clutch off the coffee table, and headed towards the door.
With her hand on the doorknob, Abby paused. She still could not bring herself to look Brianna in the eye. “I shouldn’t have come back here after I walked out the first time. What we did was wrong, and we can’t do it again. I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me. I think it’s better if we don’t see or talk to each other ever again.” Abby sobbed as she stared at the doorknob.
“Please, Abigail. Don’t leave like this. Let’s talk first,” Brianna pleaded.
“I hope you can understand and forgive me. Good bye, Brianna,” Abby breathed before turning the doorknob and freezing again.
“Would you at least look at me, Abby? Why won’t you look at me?”
“I’m sorry,” Abby breathed, almost inaudibly, before swinging the door open and stepping out of the suite.
The sound of the door slamming after Abby shut it made Brianna jump back. She understood why Abby said what she said and why it was a bad idea for them to have any further contact with each other. But she still felt the heaviness of Abby’s words crushing her chest. She stumbled back to the bedroom and dove on the bed she had just shared with the enticing, addictive coed. She clutched the pillow where Abby’s head had rested and inhaled her sweet perfume. Streams of tears began to roll down her cheeks as the memories of their lovemaking danced in front of her eyes.
Abby walked out of the hotel and into the busy New York City streets. She was in a daze, not really seeing or hearing anything that was happening around her. She decided to
Abby just lied there, not really hearing Brianna or feeling her hand on her breasts. The reality of what she had done was beginning to settle in. Like a junkie coming down from an epic high, Abby felt herself sink to the lowest of lows. She felt overwhelming guilt and self-loathing. Tears began to pool in her eyes when Kyle’s face popped into her thoughts. She realized that as flawed as Kyle was, he had never cheated on her. And there she was, being unfaithful to him with none other than his own sister. Abby felt like the absolute worst person on earth. She realized she didn’t deserve a good man like Kyle and wanted to beat herself up for being so weak and for not being able to control her urges and curiosity.
She wanted to scream and relieve herself from the guilt that was smothering her, but she opened her mouth and no sound came out. Instead, silent tears began to dribble down her cheeks as she wondered if her world would ever make sense again.
Without turning her face to look at Brianna, Abby sat up and scooted towards the edge of the bed until her feet hit the floor. “What we did was wrong, Brianna. We can’t do it ever again,” Abby said softly, staring at the wall. Tears continued to stream down her face. She got off the bed and dragged her guilty feet out of the bedroom and into the living room area of the suite.
Even though Brianna had tried to convince herself that hers and Abby’s affair was going to be a one-time thing, Abby’s words still crushed her like a ton of bricks. She got off the bed in a hurry and followed Abby into the living room. “Please Abby. Don’t go yet. Stay a little longer,” Brianna pleaded as she watched Abby pick her panties up off the floor and slip them on.
Abby wouldn’t even turn around. She just kept picking pieces of clothing off the floor and putting them on. “Please Brianna. We both know that what we did was wrong. I know Kyle has treated you poorly, but he’s been good to me. Kyle didn’t deserve this from me. Don’t make things more difficult than they are,” Abby said, her voice cracking. She still couldn’t turn around and face Brianna. She knew that looking at Brianna’s sad eyes would have made her feel worse than she already did. Abby slipped into her dress and zipped herself up before stepping into her sandals. After squatting down to buckle them, she stood up, grabbed her clutch off the coffee table, and headed towards the door.
With her hand on the doorknob, Abby paused. She still could not bring herself to look Brianna in the eye. “I shouldn’t have come back here after I walked out the first time. What we did was wrong, and we can’t do it again. I’m sorry. Please don’t hate me. I think it’s better if we don’t see or talk to each other ever again.” Abby sobbed as she stared at the doorknob.
“Please, Abigail. Don’t leave like this. Let’s talk first,” Brianna pleaded.
“I hope you can understand and forgive me. Good bye, Brianna,” Abby breathed before turning the doorknob and freezing again.
“Would you at least look at me, Abby? Why won’t you look at me?”
“I’m sorry,” Abby breathed, almost inaudibly, before swinging the door open and stepping out of the suite.
The sound of the door slamming after Abby shut it made Brianna jump back. She understood why Abby said what she said and why it was a bad idea for them to have any further contact with each other. But she still felt the heaviness of Abby’s words crushing her chest. She stumbled back to the bedroom and dove on the bed she had just shared with the enticing, addictive coed. She clutched the pillow where Abby’s head had rested and inhaled her sweet perfume. Streams of tears began to roll down her cheeks as the memories of their lovemaking danced in front of her eyes.
Abby walked out of the hotel and into the busy New York City streets. She was in a daze, not really seeing or hearing anything that was happening around her. She decided to
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