My best friend - Part 2 (Patreon)

“He chose such a great shirt,” Shannon cooed while Abigail sat across from Scotty at the fine dining restaurant. Everything looked so perfect here, and she found herself wondering how he could afford all of this as a fellow cashier at work. 

Biting her lower lip, Abigail looked back at Scotty and realized that she could see every muscle bulging out of his dress shirt. Her skin crawled with desire while she hid her hands beneath the table. “I want to see it so badly.” Abigail fought the urge to tell her to shut up. She’d look like a crazy woman if she did so. Instead, she playfully tapped her high heels together and shook her head subtly. 

The date was everything they had hoped for and more. Scotty was a charming and funny guy from Abigail’s work. She never liked him until Shannon mentioned that he was frequently looking at her. 

Eventually, he worked up the courage to ask her out all those months ago, and their relationship only blossomed with Shannon’s help. Abigail loved the advice that she got from her dead friend, and Scotty clearly enjoyed his time with her too.

Abigail felt like she was living life to the fullest. She sipped from glasses of fine wine and ate some of the best caviar in her life. Shannon moaned with every meal, and the young woman wondered if this could be a regular thing. She crossed her legs and smiled at Scotty throughout the entire meal, and the only thing she could think about was what she would do for him as a reward for treating her so well that night.

That was one of the things that Shannon always suggested. She knew what men liked, and whenever she controlled her body, Abigail was always in awe at what her body could do. Shannon was always a wild woman who slept with every guy she’d been with, so all of that experience literally blew Scotty and Abigail’s minds. 

Tonight was the twentieth date, and it was hopefully going to be the third time they’d be together intimately. Smiling naughtily, Abigail raised a brow when Scotty suggested that they go back to his place after dinner. Shannon’s voice became a desperate whisper. “Can we please? There’s no point in looking the way you do unless you reciprocate the dinner.”

“I’d love to,” Abigail said. Scotty stood up from his seat and gracefully took Abigail’s hand.