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Authors name: Melanie Kay (melanie.kay2@ntlworld.com)
Story title : How I Met Abby - My Nude Model

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How I Met Abby - My Nude Model (FF, mast, 1st-les-expr)
by Melanie Kay (melanie.kay2@ntlworld.com)

***

A young bi-sexual artist meets a new younger nude model 
at her life class. They become friends. She takes her 
home where they have an enjoyable sexual encounter 
together.

***

I often arrive at my life class quite early. By doing 
this it is possible to set up my easel and reserve one of 
my favourite positions in the studio by fastening my 
paper to the drawing board. Frequently there is till time 
to go next door into the cafeteria to buy a coffee and 
perhaps chat with some of the other students.

On the day in question, I was alone and just sitting down 
to drink my coffee when the door into the cafeteria 
opened. At first I could see no one; then the head of a 
young girl appeared and looked hesitantly around. I 
didn't know her so I just vaguely smiled in her 
direction. With the briefest smile in return, she walked 
over to my table.

"Excuse me," she said nervously, "Can you tell me where 
the life class is held?"

I pointed to the door on the other side of the cafeteria. 
"It's just out through that door, turn right and the door 
of the life studio is right in front of you."

She thanked me and followed my directions. A minute later 
she was back again. "Er... there doesn't seem to be 
anyone there," she stated.

"No, it's a bit early. I was first to arrive this 
morning. You're new aren't you?"

"Yes."

"Well, just choose your position and set up your easel, " 
I suggested.

"Um... I'm not a student. I'm the model."

"Oh, sorry," I replied. "I didn't realise that. You'll 
want to have a word with David then. He's our instructor. 
He'll be along shortly."

I indicated the chair on the other side of the small 
round table. "Have a seat and grab a coffee while you're 
waiting."

She sat down. "I don't think I'll bother with a coffee. 
I'll just wait."

"OK," I replied. "Come to think of it, David did tell us 
last week that we'd be having a new model today, but he 
didn't know who. What's your name?"

"Abigail," she replied.

"I'm Melanie," I returned. I noticed that she seemed 
rather nervous and her thin small hands were clasped 
tightly into little fists resting right on the edge of 
the table. It suddenly struck me that this might be her 
first life modelling engagement, so I decided to help.

"This your first life modelling?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied with a nervous laugh looking down at 
the table. "It's the first modelling of any sort for me."

"Are you nervous?"

She clasped her hands together and raised her eyes to 
look at me. "Yes, I'm very nervous. I don't know whether 
I'll be any good at it."

"Believe me, I know exactly how you feel. I remember the 
first time I did life modelling. I was scared stiff to 
think that a whole roomful of students would be looking 
at me, completely naked."

Abigail looked directly at me with surprised eyes. "Yes, 
that's just what I was thinking," she said. "You do life 
modelling too?"

"Well, I only do it occasionally when the model doesn't 
arrive. But it doesn't worry me a bit now. Believe me, 
when the students are drawing you, you might as well be a 
cabbage. All they are looking at is your shape and the 
tones. We've all seen so many naked girls on that podium, 
the fact that you are nude doesn't mean a thing."

This seemed to reassure her and her smile grew slightly 
more expansive. She seemed to emerge from behind her 
defensive screen.

"Are you a student?" I asked.

"Yes, I started this week at the art college." 

I asked her where she lived and she told me that she had 
a small room in a student house not very far from my own. 
While she was speaking I was able to study her closely. 
She had a thin pale face with no makeup and her blond 
hair was gathered up untidily behind her head as though 
arranged in a rush. Her blue-green eyes were large and 
bright but had a haunted look about them. She was huddled 
in a rough tweed coat that was rather too large and had 
certainly seen better days.

She then looked directly at me as though she felt able to 
trust me. "Do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Not at all. Fire away."

"Will I be paid in cash when I've finished my modelling?"

I smiled at her intensity. "Yes, just call in the office 
and the Secretary will give you a small brown envelope. 
We pay cash in hand to our models."

"Oh, good." She looked relieved but the intensity of her 
demeanour did not vanish. Just then David breezed in 
through the door and I was able to introduce him to 
Abigail. He glanced at his watch and asked her to go into 
the studio.

I finished my coffee and a few minutes later I joined 
them. Several more students had arrived and were busy 
getting their place set up. I hung my jacket on the back 
of my chair and sat down to wait.

David briefly introduced Abigail to the class as she 
walked onto the podium in her robe. She looked decidedly 
nervous, but as she caught my eye, I winked at her and 
gave her the thumbs up sign, which drew from her a 
slight, nervous smile.

Looking at Abigail, David explained that we would start 
off with several quick three-minute poses. She removed 
the clip from her hair, took off her robe and stood 
there, naked. Her long blond hair cascaded down her 
narrow back, then she turned to face in my direction. 

She had a shy beauty I have rarely seen before. Her 
breasts were quite small but were firm with pink delicate 
nipples. Her skin looked smooth and her pussy was 
completely shaved. As she moved from pose to pose she 
reminded me of a fragile butterfly that was trying to 
settle on a flower. She had long slender legs and her rib 
cage showed quite clearly. I also noticed that they had 
several bruises on them; there were also a few on her 
legs.

I'll be honest. I was more than a little interested in 
Abigail.

We then had a long pose of some thirty minutes before the 
coffee break. When it arrived, I went over to her. "You 
were great!" I enthused. I really enjoyed those quickie 
poses. Come and have a look. She put her robe on as I led 
her over to my easel. "See?" I said. "You've inspired 
me!"

She looked at my drawings and, for the first time, she 
gave me a real smile showing lovely white teeth. "Oh, 
Melanie. They are good. You've flattered me."

"I loved drawing every one of those. I'm sure David will 
be pleased. He'll probably book you up for the next month 
or two."

Abigail suddenly stiffened and the smile disappeared. I 
didn't know why at the time, but I wanted to cheer her up 
so I said I'd buy her a coffee. As we reached the door 
she almost stumbled and held on to the doorpost for a 
second. As she looked at me I noticed how pale her face 
was. The standing poses obviously hadn't helped her. I 
put my arm around her thin waist and looked straight into 
her wide eyes.

"When did you last eat?" I asked.

She looked embarrassed at the question but I think its 
suddenness made her answer truthfully. "Dinnertime 
yesterday," she replied looking down at the floor.

I suddenly decided to take charge of her. "Right! I'll 
not only buy you a coffee but something to eat as well. I 
can't have my model collapsing right in the middle of a 
gorgeous pose can I?" I tried to appear flippant, but I 
was serious.

I told her to grab a table while I stood in the queue. I 
bought her a coffee, a large meat pastie and a chocolate-
covered roll. As I placed them in front of her I said, 
"Now, put some meat on your ribs. You'll be easier to 
draw."

She smiled as she tucked into the pastie. I could tell 
she hadn't eaten for some time. "This is lovely," she 
said. Then she downed the choc roll and finished the 
coffee.

"How do you feel now?" I asked.

"Full. Really full. Thanks Melanie. You're a real pal." 
She grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze."

I asked David if we could have one long reclining pose 
for the rest of the session. He agreed. Abigail lay down 
on the podium with her head resting on a large cushion. 
From my position I could see her face and noticed that it 
now had a slight blush. I hoped the food and coffee had 
helped.
 
When the session ended I took rather longer than usual 
to pack away my things, then hung around waiting for 
Abigail to emerge from the changing cubicle. I walked 
down to the office with her and waited while she talked 
with the Secretary. A few minutes later she emerged with 
her envelope. She checked the contents and half murmured, 
"That'll do." I didn't attach any significance to the 
remark at the time.
 
As we turned to leave, we almost bumped into David as he 
came down the stairs. "Ah, Abigail, are you OK to model 
for us next week? You did really well today. I've heard a 
few complimentary remarks."
 
Her reaction surprised me. She looked blankly at him and 
then stammered, "Er... um... I don't know whether I'll be 
able to. I... I... just don't know."
 
She moved towards the door and I followed. David called 
after us, "Let me know tomorrow. Try to persuade her 
Melanie."
 
Something about Abigail's behaviour alarmed me. It 
wasn't natural. I decided that I needed to have a long 
chat with her. An idea occurred to me. "I'm going to pick 
up a Chinese for my dinner. Would you care to join me?"
 
She had that defensive look again. "I... um... I need to 
do some shopping," she said.
 
"That's OK," I returned. "I'll come with you to do your 
shopping and then we can get a Chinese."
 
"No. I can't do that. Well... alright. I'll come to your 
place. I can do my shopping later."
 
We went to the Chinese and picked up a dinner for two. 
Abigail seemed to relax a bit then. When we arrived at my 
house I invited her into the kitchen and she helped me to 
get the dinner ready. While we sat at the kitchen table I 
started my probing.
 
"And how did you enjoy your first life modelling 
session?" I asked.
 
She smiled as she said, "Once I'd been doing it for a 
few minutes, I quite enjoyed it."
 
"I thought so. You seemed a natural. You held all the 
poses really well. I could tell that David was pleased 
too. He's a real dear, but he doesn't pay compliments for 
nothing."
 
"Yes, he was very kind," she replied.
 
"One thing I noticed as you were posing," I said, " was 
that you had a few bruises on your ribs and on your legs. 
How did you get those?"
 
Abigail stopped eating and just looked down at the 
table. "Oh, it's nothing."
 
"Something must have caused them," I pursued. "Have you 
had an accident or something?"
 
My persistence paid off. She looked me quickly in the 
eyes. "Do you really want to know?" she asked.
 
"Of course I do."
 
"You might think less of me."
 
"Nonsense. Why should I?"
 
"OK I'll tell you. I got them at home."
 
"At home?" I queried. "But how?"
 
She looked sadly down at her plate and started playing 
with her fork. "I think it's usually referred to these 
days as 'child abuse'.
 
Now I stopped eating too. "What!" I exploded. "What do 
you mean? How did it happen?"
 
"My dear mother." She almost spat the words out.
 
"You mean your mother gave you all those bruises?" I 
said with some heat.
 
"That's right."
 
"But how did she do it, and why did she do it?"
 
Abigail put her hand up to her forehead as though 
shielding her eyes. "The way she always does it. By 
punching me and kicking me." Then she grew heated and 
looked at me. "Why? She doesn't really need a reason, but 
on the last occasion it was because she said I kept some 
of her change when she sent me shopping. I didn't! I 
swear to you, I didn't. It was just her way of picking on 
me. Just an excuse to hit me again."
 
By now I was livid. How could anyone mistreat a sweet, 
vulnerable kid like this? I just wanted to get hold of 
her mother and strangle her with my bare hands. "But, 
d'you have a father?"
 
"He's my step-father."
 
"Didn't he try to stop her?"
 
"Oh yes, he tried. He always tries when he's there. Not 
that it did him or me any good. She used to attack him as 
well. She threw boiling chip oil over him on one 
occasion."
 
I winced. "What did he do?"
 
"He went to casualty and said he'd had an accident."
 
I could see that she was getting upset telling me about 
this, so I went around the table and put my arms around 
her. "But what about the social workers? What about the 
police?' I pursued.
 
"They always believed my mother. Oh, she was so plausible 
and nice with them. On one occasion my stepfather phoned 
the police and told them she'd attacked him. When they 
arrived she said he'd started it and that he'd been 
violent to her for years. The police believed her, 
arrested my step-father and then she managed to get an 
exclusion order against him to stop him living in the 
house."
 
Abigail started to cry. I could hardly believe my ears. 
How could a mother, of all people, be so cruel? She must 
have read my thoughts. "You're surprised eh?" she asked. 
I nodded.
 
"I thought it was something unusual until I looked at a 
book published by the National Society for the Prevention 
of Cruelty to Children. Their figures show that 64% of 
child abuse is by women."
 
"What?" I held her closer in my arms. She was as taut as 
a violin bow and was starting to shake.
 
I managed to calm her down and led her into the lounge 
where we both sat on the settee. She then told me that as 
soon as she was old enough she applied to go to Art 
College as a way of getting out of her mother's grasp. A 
groddy room in a student house was a better option for 
her. She explained that the other three girls in the 
house were close friends and didn't seem to want her 
there. She had felt utterly lonely and unwanted.
 
I knew I had to do something. I remembered my training in 
aromatherapy massage. "Look. You need to unwind and 
relax. I'll run you a bath with one of my favourite oil 
mixtures in it." She just nodded.
 
I started to run the hot water and then mixed the oils. I 
put a new towel on the radiator to warm it. When I 
returned to the lounge, Abigail was walking around 
looking at my paintings. "Are these yours?" she asked.
 
"Yes."
 
"You're really good aren't you?" We talked about the 
paintings for a little while. I thought it would help to 
calm her down. 
 
"I expect your bath is ready now," I said as I led her in 
the direction of the bathroom. She stopped as she noticed 
a picture on my desk. She picked it up and looked at it, 
then looked directly at me in some surprise.
 
"This... this is your wedding photograph?"
 
"Yes."
 
"Oh, I didn't know you were married. Not that I'm 
surprised. What's your husband's name?"
 
"Roger."
 
"He's working is he? When does he get home?" She put the 
picture down and followed me.
 
"I don't know whether he'll be coming home," I replied, 
and before she could say another word, I added, "Come and 
get in your bath and I'll explain."
 
As I watched her undress she had a much greater effect on 
me than she'd had just posing nude in the art class. She 
got into the bath, held her hair above her head and lay 
back with her eyes closed.
 
"Mmmmm. This is lovely. What a gorgeous perfume! No one 
has ever done this for me before. Thank you so much."
 
"I think you need a bit of pampering," I said. "Let's 
take a look at those bruises."
 
I lifted her legs out of the water, one at a time, and 
ran my hands gently over the blue patches on her wet 
legs. "Let's see your ribs."
 
She arched her back so that her ribs came out of the 
water. As I ran my hands over her bruises I noticed that 
the nipples on her small breasts were becoming erect. 
Things started to stir inside me. She opened her eyes and 
looked directly at me.
 
"You said you were going to explain," she said.
 
I sat on the side of the bath and started my story. 
"Roger and I were married four years ago. Both his mother 
and my mother are widows and are now living in France. 
That is how I came to meet Roger. He is a freelance 
typographic designer and has a good job designing for the 
publishing trade: book adverts point-of-sale design and 
so forth. We were very happy living here. I quite like 
the north of England. The folk are so friendly. We bought 
this house and were very happy living here. We used to 
drive down to France to visit our mothers. They live 
about 80 miles apart but it meant we could visit both 
when we went over there."
 
"Then, about two months ago Roger's mother fell ill. I 
won't go into details but it was quite serious. We both 
visited a few times but this took up a lot of time and 
Roger's work began to suffer. So he suggested that we 
move to France and stay in his mother's house until she 
recovered. With his type of work it means he is able to 
work anywhere and keep in touch with his clients by phone 
and by supplying artwork on disks. But for me it would 
have meant leaving my art training and earning money with 
my commissions. Also I had just started writing erotic 
stories, which I was about to put on some Internet sites 
I had seen. We had quite an argument and I just refused 
to go with him."
 
"It's not that Roger is the jealous sort. Perhaps I 
should explain, Abigail, that I am bisexual and that he 
is quite prepared to accept that. He realises that I need 
to spend some time with my female friends just as he does 
with his male friends." At this, Abigail's eyes opened 
wide as she stared at me.
 
"Now you know the danger you're in. Naked and alone, in 
the bath of a bi-woman." I laughed.
 
"Well," she replied, "It would be a change for me to be 
loved by a woman instead of being beaten up by one." She 
smiled and closed her eyes again. I carried on talking.
 
"I decided to go ahead and publish my erotic stories on 
the web. It was rather ironic, because the webmasters all 
ask for a profile, so I had a long debate with myself as 
to whether to say I was married or not, so I finally 
decided to describe myself as 'bi'. I started receiving a 
great number of fan emails and was kept busy for hours 
answering them. All this and my painting is keeping me 
fully occupied, which is no bad thing as it stops me from 
having time to dwell on my half-married predicament."
 
"Do you sometimes think you will go to join your 
husband?" she asked.
 
"An hour never passes without me thinking about it," I 
replied. Just lately I've been thinking that I'm being 
really selfish. How much of my life is my own, and how 
much is Roger's?"
 
"It must be pulling you in two directions," she said in a 
sympathetic voice.
 
I looked at Abigail's small, vulnerable naked figure 
relaxing in my bath and noticed that there was now some 
colour in her cheeks. Her pink nipples just broke the 
surface of the water. I had never seen a more sexy sight. 
I felt a definite stirring between my legs. I moved 
further along the bath so that I was sitting close to her 
head. I put my hand on the other side of the bath so that 
I was leaning over her. "How do you feel now?"
 
She opened her eyes and seemed startled to see me so 
close to her. She arched her back again as she stretched 
her body. "I can't remember ever feeling so relaxed 
before," she said in a dreamy voice. 
 
I bent down further and kissed her lightly on the 
forehead. "Time to get out. But I haven't finished 
pampering you yet. Get dried, but don't put your clothes 
on. Oh, and leave the water in the bath; you'll need it 
later"
 
I left her in the bathroom while I went to the bedroom to 
get my massage table and oil. It suddenly struck me that 
the last time I had unfolded the table was when Roger and 
I had given each other a full erotic massage. I looked at 
my favourite photograph of him, which I kept on my 
bedside cabinet. My longing for him surfaced yet again, 
together with a feeling of guilt.
 
When I returned to the lounge I found Abigail standing 
there waiting for me, completely naked. The bath had 
definitely put some colour into her cheeks and her damp 
hair clung to her bare shoulders. She looked alluring as 
she gave me a shy smile.
 
"Now, that's what I call a relaxed Abigail," I commented. 
Her smile broadened, so I went on, "So, now, how about a 
nice relaxing massage?"
 
"Sounds good to me," she replied.
 
I set up the massage table, covered it with a large bath 
towel and patted it with my hand. "OK then. Lie down on 
your tummy." She got onto the table and stretched out 
with her arms under her head.
 
I lifted her long blond hair off her back and let it rest 
around her head like a halo. "Don't want to get your hair 
covered with oil do we?" I remarked.
 
I poured some oil on my hands and rubbed them together to 
get them to the right temperature. As I did so, I decided 
not to get too heavy with her first experience of my 
hands on her. I hoped this would be the first of many 
such events. I decided to use my kiss-to-prepare method. 
I remembered using this the first time I massaged Roger, 
and he loved it. It involves just lightly kissing the 
part you are going to massage; it's a kind of warning to 
your partner that the part kissed is next to be massaged. 
They can then look forward with pleasurable expectation 
to your next stage.
 
I gave her three light kisses along the back of her 
shoulders and her neck, then I worked the oil across with 
my hands. I kneaded her muscles right along to the edge 
of her shoulders and as I did so I kissed her down the 
centre of her back; my hands followed, spreading the warm 
oil. Abigail gave a quiet groan. "Mmmmmmmm, Melanie, that 
feels great," she muttered in a sleepy far-away voice. 

As I moved further down her back I kissed both cheeks of 
her butt. To heighten her enjoyment I ran one finger very 
lightly in a tiny circle right at the bottom of her spine 
where her cleavage started. Her buttocks started to 
twitch and she giggled. "Oh! That tickles!" she said. I 
knew this was the reaction to expect just before you turn 
someone on. But I must admit it was turning me on as 
well.
 
I next kissed the back of each of her thighs eventually 
concentrating on the backs of her knees. I used both 
hands on each thigh in turn and described little circles 
at the backs of her knees which drew from Abigail little 
moans of appreciation. Kisses on the backs of her calves 
eventually took me down to her ankles. I took one in each 
hand and opened her legs so that her feet were about two 
feet apart. Then I worked with both hands on each leg in 
turn swiftly from ankle to the inside top of each thigh. 
The sighs of pleasure from Abigail told me that, without 
any doubt, she was now getting aroused.
 
I bent down and whispered in her ear. "How's that, my 
love?"
 
"Absolutely incredible," she replied. "I've never had a 
massage before."
 
"So now you know what you've been missing," I said with a 
laugh. "But so far you've only had half a massage. Just 
turn over and I'll finish you off."
 
She turned over immediately. I arranged her hair over the 
end of the table and placed her hands just above her 
head. I noticed that her face was quite flushed. Good! I 
evidently had not lost my touch.
 
Abigail's smile showed me just how much she was enjoying 
her first massage experience. I thought I'd better 
prepare her for what was to follow.
 
"Just close your eyes, relax, and be prepared, in part 
two, to be seduced by a terrible bi-woman," I threatened 
in mock heroic voice as I rubbed more oil into my palms.
 
She chuckled happily. "If it's as good as part one, I 
shall thoroughly enjoy it."
 
I bent over her and lightly kissed her closed eyes, the 
tip of her nose and her slightly open mouth. I followed 
this with a light facial massage. As I slowly drew one 
finger across her lips, I bent down and kissed her 
nipples. Now, some of my friends say I have a 
predilection for hard nipples. I always correct them and 
say it's not a predilection but a prediLICKtion - if you 
know what I mean! 

One of the treasures on my computer is a file containing 
photographs of friends displaying a gorgeous collection 
of erect nipples. You'll have to take my word for it, 
because the title of the file is 'For my eyes only'. I 
had the feeling that some pics of Abigail would shortly 
be included in it.
 
I used both hands on each of her small breasts in turn 
placing a thumb on each side and running it up to her 
nipples and squeezing them upwards between my thumbs, 
then back down again. I moved my thumbs around about an 
inch and repeating the process like the spokes of a 
cartwheel and by the time I had finished, her nipples 
were sticking out like little organ stops - just as I 
like them. Abigail's moans and her arching back assured 
me that she was really enjoying my ministrations, and my 
moistening pussy assured me that I was riding alongside 
her.
 
My kisses then flowed down her abdomen and on to her flat 
tummy, which I followed with oily hands and, as I 
explored her navel with one finger, my lips attended to 
her smooth slim thighs and the insides of her knees. As I 
reached her ankles, once again I took hold of them and 
pulled her legs apart - wide apart. I slowly spread the 
oil right up the insides of her legs and, as I did so, I 
bent forward and placed my eager lips around the open 
moist lips of her vagina. A light kiss on her erect 
clitoris told her what to expect next.
 
I placed my thumbs at the base of her moist vagina lips 
and worked outwards in small circles gradually moving 
upwards. When I reached her clitoris I held it briefly 
between my thumbs before spreading then along the hood 
and then back again. A sweep around her outer well-spread 
lips took me back down, and once more I started circling 
upwards. I noticed this was having the effect I hoped for 
as her juice started running down and her thigh muscles 
grew taught as she pointed her toes down the table. After 
several minutes of this, Abigail started to pant and I 
noticed her mouth was open as she gasped from time to 
time.
 
Then I decided it was time to stop the massage and get 
her to climax, so I thrust two fingers inside her vagina 
and at the same time started slow licking movements on 
her clitoris. Gradually I increased the pace which drew a 
series of "Ahs!" and "Ohs!" from Abigail which got 
quicker and quicker. Then she pushed her head back onto 
her arms and arched her back in a quick cry of pleasure 
as she experienced what she later told me was the most 
fantastic orgasm of her life.
 
I pulled the towel around her and went into the bathroom 
to run some extra hot water. When I returned, Abigail was 
lying motionless. She opened her eyes as I approached. 
"Time to wash that oil off," I said. She swung her legs 
off the table and we went into the bathroom. She dropped 
the towel and got into the bath.
 
"D'you mind if I join you?" I asked.
 
"I'd love it!" she returned with some enthusiasm.
 
Thirty seconds later we were both naked and locked in 
each other's arms. She gave me a long, intense kiss and 
said, "Thanks a million Melanie. That was the experience 
of a lifetime!"
 
"My intimate friends call me Mel," I said.
 
"And the few close friends I have call me Abby," she 
replied.
 
"Well, we can't be any closer than this can we?" I 
murmured as I hugged her naked wet body close to me.
 
"The closer the better," she replied.
 
At my suggestion, we dried each other and then we got 
dressed. I made a pot of tea and some sandwiches and we 
sat close together on the settee chatting as though we'd 
known each other for years. Abby stood up and looked at 
her watch. "Gosh! Doesn't time fly when you're enjoying 
yourself?" she said. 
 
When I also stood up, she drew closer to me and put her 
slight arms around my neck. I noticed tears start to well 
up in her wide eyes. "Thanks Mel! Thanks for saving my 
life!"
 
I gave a little laugh. "Eh? A bit of food, some chat and 
a massage? I don't really think that can be called 
'saving your life'."
 
Abby's face puckered up and the tears flowed freely down 
her delicate face. She held me close in a firm grip and 
put her head by the side of mine. "Yes it can! Yes it 
can! You see, the reason I came to model today was just 
to get the money. On the way back I was going to go to 
the chemist's to buy an overdose, and when I got back to 
my room, God forgive me, I was going to end it all."
 
After this outburst she sobbed uncontrollably. I could 
feel her body shaking against mine. I lifted her head 
back and looked at her tear-stained face. "What! You were 
actually going to..."
 
"Yes!" she broke in. "I was going to end my life. But you 
stopped me Mel. Your kindness stopped me."
 
By this time, the tears were streaming down my cheeks as 
well. We both hugged each other as though we would never 
let go. "My God!" I blurted out. I almost lost you."
 
Then a few things which had passed earlier in the day 
fell into place with new meaning. "So that's why, when 
David asked you to model for us next week, you said..."
 
"Yes," she broke in. "I thought I would no longer be 
alive."
 
I dried my eyes with my handkerchief and then dried 
Abby's. I looked seriously deep into her eyes and said, 
"So, can you model for us next week?"
 
"I'd love to," she replied. "I'll phone David first thing 
tomorrow morning."
 
"No you won't," I replied with some vigour. "You'll phone 
him right now. there's a phone over there." I dialled the 
number, gave her the phone and listened while she told 
David that she would be available for modelling next 
week.
 
When we reached my front door, Abby turned to say 
goodbye. I took her face in both my hands and said, "I 
want you to promise me something Abby. If ever you get 
into a state like that again, you'll run straight over 
here to see me."
 
"I will, Mel. I will. You can rely on it." And I knew I 
could.
 
She turned to go. "Oh, there's just one other thing," I 
said. "When you model for us next week, how about coming 
back here for something to eat?"
 
"Mmmm. Yesss!" she replied.
 
"OK," I added. "We'll make it supper and breakfast."
 
She laughed as my meaning drove home. "Now that is 
something I would really love."
 
I waved goodbye with a parting remark: "And all you need 
to bring is your toothbrush!"

END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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