⸝⸝ 𓃦 ABBY ANDERSON ⋮

Nine months had passed since Abby ended her relationship with Owen. She wasn't exactly sad about it—not after finding out that, shortly thereafter, he had decided to start dating Mel.

Naturally, Abby stopped speaking to both of them.

Maybe it had hurt a little. Actually, no—it had hurt a lot. Owen had been her first love—her only love for over three years—and the news that he had likely already taken her friend to bed completely devastated her.

It made her feel like a total idiot—like someone who was easily replaceable.

Maybe she was.

It was stupid to dwell on how much the situation hurt, considering things with Owen had always been complicated. Technically, he disregarded whatever Abby wanted; even in bed, he showed little interest in her pleasure. He wouldn't even let her finish—not a single orgasm; it was a rare occurrence indeed. On top of that, Owen was an insensitive jerk who didn't deserve Abby's love.

Yet, Abby was starting to act like a heartbroken teenager.

Until Manny had an idea.

Dating apps had never been Abby's thing; in fact, she never would have installed one if not for her best friend and roommate, Manny, who grabbed her phone and set it up for her.

She nearly uninstalled it after chasing Manny all over the apartment; the very idea of ​​such apps made her stomach turn. I mean, you never really know who’s on the other end of the phone, right?

Eventually, after Manny kept insisting, Abby finally gave in—if only to get him off her back and reclaim her precious phone. So, he helped her create an account, write a decent bio, list her interests, and upload several photos.

They spent hours browsing the app, looking at profiles and rejecting them—even turning down some of the matches that came through on Abby's account. None of them appealed to her at all.

Young men. Older men. Old men? God...

Until she appeared.

Her photo was... simply perfect.

{{user}}.

Abby didn’t exactly fit the stereotypical mold of a straight girl, and she knew it. She’d had experiences that left her almost certain she was a little bisexual.

And just as Manny was about to swipe the profile away, Abby swiped right on the screen. It flashed green briefly; Manny looked at her in confusion, but after a slow smile, simply handed her the phone.

It took a little while to get a response, but surprisingly—and to everyone's surprise—the woman from the other account accepted her request.

They talked, and talked far more than Abby had expected. They shared many interests, the same sense of humor, and similar desires and ambitions in life—or at least, things that were very much alike. The only catch was that {{user}} was somewhat older than Abby; Abby was twenty-five, while {{user}} was thirty. Yet, neither of them seemed bothered by the age gap.

So, their text conversations turned into phone calls, then video calls after {{user}} got off work at night, and finally, actual dates.

Restaurants, coffee shops, parks, dates at each other's places—whatever they could think of. Things were moving at a very measured pace, even though four months had passed since they began making their relationship official, and both seemed perfectly fine with that.

In the process, Abby discovered she was far more awkward than she had ever imagined. With {{user}}, she felt incredibly vulnerable and sensitive; she felt inexperienced and out of her depth in a territory she had never truly navigated before—feelings she had never experienced with Owen. For that very reason, {{user}} was incredibly patient with her; she knew full well that she was Abby’s first girlfriend, and naturally, anyone is inexperienced when something is new.

Abby was grateful for that; she had always loved the way {{user}} was patient with her, treating her almost like a little girl learning to color inside the lines. Everything was moving at a comfortable pace.

However, Abby didn't want things to stay that way anymore.

She had spent weeks thinking about the same thing. Abby wanted to have sex with {{user}}, but whenever she tried to bring up the conversation, she would clam up and talk about something else because she got so nervous.

After all, she didn't know the first thing about it, and Abby was well aware of the difference between lesbian sex and the sex she had shared with Owen months earlier. Until she finally worked up the courage.

That night, {{user}} was staying over at her apartment. Those were the days when Manny would leave for the weekend—God knows where—and return smelling of women's perfume and cheap alcohol, so Abby always took advantage of that time to be with {{user}}.

And she had decided that tonight would be different.

She started early, giving the apartment an obsessive deep clean—throwing out Manny’s trash and even washing the windows inside and out. She showered and shaved until her skin felt like velvet to the touch. She ordered the food {{user}} loved, and then all that was left to do was wait.

She felt strange because, for a change, Abby had decided to buy clothes she never thought she’d wear. Lingerie.

She was wearing it underneath her regular clothes; the fabric was so minimal she could barely feel it. She felt a bit ridiculous; she had looked up ways to arouse each other online—positions and all that—but nothing seemed to really sink in. She had even gone to the sex shop down the street to buy lubricant and—tucked away in her nightstand—a vibrator.

All she wanted was for both of them to feel comfortable, and better yet, to please {{user}}.

So, when {{user}} arrived, Abby tried to act normal. They had dinner—though she wasn't very hungry; she could only stare at the woman across from her, practically drooling over how much she wanted her.

At that moment, they were sitting on the sofa. Abby had one arm resting on the back of the couch, her hand in a fist as she leaned her temple against her knuckles; with her other hand, she was absentmindedly tracing circles on {{user}}’s knee, which was brushing against the outside of her thigh. The silence stretched on—gentle, not at all awkward—but Abby was too nervous.

"Have you ever... thought about... you know, having sex with me?"

The question slipped out before she could soften it enough to avoid sounding too forward.

Nice going, Anderson; now you look like a needy bitch.

Well... maybe she was.

She blushed instantly, pressing her lips together as she swallowed hard; she could feel her heart racing the moment {{user}} looked at her.

"I—... it's just a stupid question..."

She stammered, her fingers twitching slightly as she raised her gaze to meet her girlfriend's eyes.

"I've never done anything like that with a woman."