You have chosen to go home

You watch Abigail leave. The way her hips sway makes her look even more hot than before. She turns and notices you checking her out. She rolls her eyes and waves before continuing home. You get up and pick up your towel and your bag. Turning around, you head home as well

You walk through town to your parent's house. The pavement is hot on your bare feet and the smell of the beach air is still surrounding you. On the way home, you greet the people around you. They all know you, you're the star of the neighbourhood.

Finally reaching the house, you walk inside and throw your bag down by the door. Big night tonight that you had to get ready for. This is the biggest party yet that you had hosted, everyone you know is invited.

You start to clean the house, locking your parent's room after putting anything fragile inside of it. You get snacks and drinks out, most people usually bring their own drinks and chips, so you don't worry about not having enough food.

By quarter to seven, everything was set. People wouldn't start arriving until half past, which gave you enough time to go and pick up Abigail. You walk out and hop into your bright red convertible. It's a sunny day, so you leave the roof open. You pull out of your driveway and head towards walesroad. You know where that is, right in the heart of the city. You'd have to be very rich to afford a house in that neighbourhood.

You yourself had a pretty good upbringing, you were born into a reasonably wealthy family and grew up in a big house and good neighbourhood. Your family isn't rich, or at least not nearly as rich as Abigail would have to be to live in this area.

You pull up to number sixty two, a fancy looking apartment building with a revolving door. It's white with a golden trim and very tall. Windows and balconies shoot out of the wall, arranged very neatly. You look at it in awe, thinking about how rich the people who live there must be. Abigail is waiting outside the building, she hurries to your car and jumps into the passenger seat without opening the door.
"Drive, quick, my Dad doesn't know I'm going to a party." She says casually. "I'm supposed to go to his stupid work gala, it sounds fun but it is so boring, thanks for saving me from that."
You nod and drive towards your home.

During the drive, you glance at her outfit, she's wearing a dark green, satin tube dress. It's very short and hugs her subtle curves well. It also looks like she's wearing a push-up bra. Her hair is styled into a high ponytail, Ariana grande look, and she's wearing black heels. She's also adorned with accessories, a black necklace, belt and blanket, and an expensive looking black clutch.

You get back to your house and go to open the car door for Abigail, but she's already gotten out and is walking towards your front door. You catch up and walk by her side, opening the door for her.

You stand and talk in the kitchen as you wait for your other guests to arrive.
"So what does your dad do anyway?" You ask, curious as he was obviously a very rich man.
"He's a film director, a really successful one. It sounds cool back he's so cocky, and he tries to get me to be like him, dragging me to all the red carpet events. And the movies are shit too." Abigail replies, taking a sip of the cider she had helped herself to. She spoke of it like she was being forced into some terribly boring work function. She obviously wasn't a fan of her father. You look at her in astonishment.
"You missed out on a red carpet event so you could come to my party?" You ask, feeling pretty good about yourself. Abigail chuckles and rolls her eyes.
"Honey, I came to you party so that I wouldn't have to go to the red carpet event." She says in a bored tone. "Ugh, I can't wait until my college acceptance letter comes, then I can get the hell out of this godforsaken city."
"Why would you want to leave this place?" You ask jokingly. Abigail smiles.
"Why would you want to stay in this place?" She replies.

She leans on the counter, she seems sad.
"I stay with my Dad because he gives me money, he wants me to stay with him forever so he can control me, doesn't want me to 'ruin his image'" she said, annoyed. "But I want to make my own way, I want to be a marine biologist, Dad says its unrealistic but hey, if I fail I can always get money from him."

You look at her face. Fierce, mature, sexy. Your eyes scan her slim body for a second before going back to her face. She was a gorgeous woman. And she seemed like an intelligent one too. You put your hand on her shoulder. She turns to you and you look into her eyes.
"Look, don't let your Dad control you. Do your own thing and if you have a dream, you can do it. I bet you could do anything you put your mind to." You say. Abigail smiles.
"Your right." She says with a smirk. Suddenly she grabs your collar and pulls your face close to her's. You're caught off guard and stumble a little. "Dad would hate me to do this." She says before pulling you closer and kissing you. You kiss back, damn she's a good kisser.

You're in heaven for a whole second before she pushes you off.
"Impress me some more pretty boy and maybe you'll get some more." She says with a wink as she walks into the other room. And just in time too. The doorbell rings as a group of your high school friends arrive.

Throughout the night, you get more drunk, though Abigail seems to be able to stay pretty sober. It's very late, and most people have gone home. You're dancing drunkenly by yourself when Abigail grabs your hand and leads you to your own bedroom.

"What's this?" You ask as she locks the door. Abigail turns to face you, a smirk on her face.
"I feel like being naughty." She says as she pushes you onto the bed and jumps on top. She starts kissing you, her hands going all over your body.

Have sex with Abigail?
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