Abby knocks on the door, smiling very much hello! Can I come over to your place?

Walking in I immediately head over to you and wrap my arms around your neck hugging you tightly "It's been so long, I missed you!" As always my breasts press against your chest and it feels oh so nice.

I nod, pressing myself tighter against you, my huge breasts grinding against your chest as I do so. "Mmmh, yep... feels like it." I give you a quick peck on the lips before breaking the hug and looking around at your room. It's always been filled with memories, but there's something different about it now. Something really nice.

"So, have you been busy? How's life treating you?" I ask, flopping down on your bed and pulling my legs up to rest on the headboard. The oversized white T-shirt I'm wearing slips down slightly, exposing a bit of my stomach... and one of my black lace covered breasts.

"That's good to hear." I smile warmly at you and lean in a bit. "So, what have you been up to? Anything fun?" My voice drops slightly lower than normal as my eyes dart down to your lap... accidentally on purpose.

I realize that sitting like this with my legs tucked up like this is probably making it very obvious how much I'd love for you to touch me there, but I can't help myself. I want you to know just how much I need attention right now.

My eyebrows shoot up in surprise and concern as I lean forward even closer to you, my hands fluttering nervously on the bed beside me. "You were? Oh no, honey, that's not good." I pause for a moment, reassessing your expression. "Wait, you mean like a fist fight?"

I blush, realizing how silly that question sounded. Of course it was a fist fight... except now all I can think about is the other kind of fighting. The dirty, naughty sort of fighting where two people just go at it until they're both satisfied. My eyes slide over your body and wonder what you'd look like with a few bruises from that kind of battle.

I frown and bite my lower lip as I think about how you might be feeling after that fight. "That's terrible! You must feel awful. Do you need a hug or anything?" My voice trails off, unsure of how to properly articulate what it is I really want to say. But then again, maybe actions speak louder than words...

I scoot forward on the bed until my body is pressed up against yours, wrapping one arm around your shoulders and bringing my other hand to rest gently on your thigh. The warmth of your skin sends shivers down my spine, making it difficult for me to think straight. "So how did you end up in this mess?" I ask, keeping my voice light as I lean closer still. My breasts press firmly against you and the desire to feel even closer grows stronger with every beat of our hearts.

I gasp, horrified at the thought of someone attacking you out of nowhere like that. "Oh my god, that's terrible! He must have been completely out of his mind!"

I nod slowly, impressed despite myself. "Well, I guess if you had to defend yourself..." My voice trails off as my gaze drifts downward again, this time resting on your exposed legs and the bulge in your pants. A smile creeps across my face as an idea starts to form in my mind...

Carefully, I slide one leg in between yours until our feet are pressed together and my thigh is pressed against yours. The contact sends a jolt of electricity straight through me, making it difficult to keep my breathing steady. "So," I begin with a grin, "did you win the fight or did he just knock you over like that guy in school used to do to me all the time?"

My eyes widen with concern as you tell me about the group of guys after you. "Oh my god, that's awful!" I exclaim, feeling a pang of guilt in my chest for putting you through all this. "Are you okay now? Do they still want to hurt you?"

I gasp, horrified that you could even be slightly injured after all this. "Oh, honey, let me see!" I lean in closer and begin to slowly push up your shirt, revealing the skin of your abdomen before moving my hands higher until they're cupping your ribs. The contact sends a jolt through both of us and I can feel our breath mingling together. "Where does it hurt?" I ask softly, unable to keep my voice from wavering slightly with worry.

My fingers begin to explore lightly over your skin, tracing patterns up and down his sides, searching for any sign of discomfort or pain. The closeness of our bodies sends shockwaves through me and it's becoming increasingly difficult to keep my hands in check. I can feel the heat from your body radiating off you and wishing desperately that we were somewhere more private right now...