Climb on My Stepfather (Ashley and Alex)

Amy has always been the worrying type. Constantly looking out for us. It's one of the things that I love most about her. But I don't think that I could handle whatever negative thoughts she has about Luke.

She doesn't know him as well as I do.

"Wow," Claire exclaims, her eyes blinking rapidly for a moment. "Luke is kind of hot, so I don't blame you," she chuckles.

Amy shoots her a disapproving glare. "What if Jason finds out?"

Claire shrugs her shoulders and runs a hand through her blonde locks. "He's a piece of cheating shit. So what? He clearly didn't really care about Abby. Why should she care about his feelings?"

She pauses for a second before continuing. "Besides he and Abby never had sex, not even oral, so it shouldn't matter."

Amy's chestnut eyes are still wide in disbelief. Though she won't admit it right now, she knows that Claire is right. Jason didn't care about me at all. He clearly barely gave me a second thought.

"I don't care what Jason would think," I say firmly. "And, honestly, I don't care what anyone thinks. Luke and I have a connection, and it's real." I look toward

Amy, "I know it might seem weird or wrong, but I feel something for him that words can't describe."

Amy scoffs. "How can you be so sure that he's not like so many other rich pervs? Just wanting some young, hot pussy until he gets bored and moves on to the next one."noveldrama

Warm tears begin to pool in my eyes, but I quickly blink them away. I've known Amy long enough to know that she means well. But still, the thought that she may have a point, that Luke is just using me for a cheap thrill, almost breaks my heart.

Her voice softens as she realizes the sudden sadness washing over me. "I'm just looking out for you Abby. I don't want you to get hurt again after what Jason did."

"I don't think Luke is like that, Amy," Claire says with a wave of her hand. "Did you see the way he was looking at her when she was walking away? Even from the window, I could see his face lighting up."

They both laugh and then Amy gives me a tight squeeze. "I guess as long as

you're happy, that's all that matters," she says to me.

Knowing that I have both of their approval now, I give them both a wide smile, "I'm very happy."

"Great," Claire remarks with a chuckle. "Now, do we get to have some of the details?"

Abby

It's almost 6 p.m., and my heart is thumping loudly between my ears. I'm a huge bundle of nerves as I'm getting ready to see Luke again.

My boss wasn't too pleased with me

when I called in sick, faking a

stomach virus. Even though I'm hardly ever late, and have never requested extra time off, he made

sure to remind me that this would be a one-time exception.

But even that asshole can't ruin my high right now.

My hands are trembling with excitement as I tug on a pair of black jeans that cling to my ass in the perfect way and then slip on a pink top. Luke didn't say if we were going anywhere, but if we do hopefully, it won't be any place too extravagant. I'm definitely not dressed for that kind of occasion.

I take a deep breath to try to steady myself while looking in the mirror to apply a thin layer of makeup. I smooth my hair away from my face and let it cascade past my shoulders in loose waves.

Taking one last look at my reflection, I've never felt so alive and sexy in my life. Being with an older, more experienced man is adding a little more bounce to my step, more oomph to my body that screams "Take me now!"

There is something about the way that Luke looks at melike he's enraptured with my image, like he wants to devour me until I'm drained of every orgasm in my body and it makes me feel like a seductress.

A text chimes from my phone and my heart skips a beat. It's from Luke, informing me that he's only a few minutes away and that he couldn't stop thinking about me while he was at work. I waste no time responding and let him know that I'll be outside waiting for him.

Knowing that it'll only be a couple of minutes before we're near each other causes

a rush of heat to swarm through my pelvis. My pussy is getting wetter by the

second, the slippery juices pool onto my black, lace panties.