Chapter 6: Love/Life/Drama
Maggie and Abby worked diligently. Maggie read a couple of plays, The Revenger's Tragedy and The Spanish Tragedy, and was delighted by the difference from the works of Shakespeare. Abby grumbled at calculus some more. Around 6:30, Maggie sent Leo a test:
**Maggie:** *Hey handsome. Have you got some time to talk?*
**Leo:** *For you, always. What's up?*
**Maggie:** *How about in person? Meet me at the quad?*
**Leo:** *I'll be there in 15.*
Maggie got out of her seat and went to Abby, leaning over to kiss her neck softly. "Going to meet Leo. Wish me luck?" Abby sighed at the touch of Maggie's lips and lifted her arms so she could hug her from beneath. "You don't need luck, Maggie-moo. You have power of righteousness on your side." Maggie laughed and put on a sweater for her walk.
Maggie had barely sat down in the light of the setting sun when Leo arrived. She stood and greeted him with a warm smile, and then they shared a warm kiss. He sat on the bench and pulled Maggie next to him. "What's up, gorgeous?" Maggie took a deep breath and studied his face. "I don't know what we have yet, Leo. But I like it and I feel its potential. You know?"
Leo's eyebrows pulled down as he heard what sounded like the introduction of bad news. But he nodded to her, saying, "I do know. I feel the same way." He cupped her face. "What's wrong?" Maggie recounted the conversation with Claire. "...And I just wanted you to know what she said about you and me...and us. I don't know anything about her, but we can only stand against her behavior together." Leo sighed and his shoulders slumped as he murmured, "Claire."
His eyes found hers and they pleaded silently for a moment. "I swear, Maggie, it was one night, my first party on campus and the only time I ever got drunk. I woke up beside her in her dorm room. She swears we had sex but I...I don't know. But I apologized and promised it would never happen again. I tried to get to know her, but she was so possessive and demanding, I finally just stopped trying." Leo leaned forward and kissed Maggie's forehead. "And she has never stopped."
Maggie nodded and captured his face between her hands, peering onto his eyes. "I believe you. And better yet, I don't care." Leo's eyes went wide and he questioned her. "I don't know what that means." Maggie nodded again. "Your past is your past. It made you into the person that I care about. The future is, hopefully, ours. I don't care if you did or didn't have sex with her. It sounds like you acted honorably, and it wasn't enough."
Leo sat up straight again and studied Maggie's eyes with disbelief. "Wow". Maggie grinned in reply, then shrugged. "Do I have reason to be worried? Do you want me to be that person?" Leo shook his head hard. "Oh, god, no. But that's what I expected. I didn't take into account I am dealing with your amazing self." Maggie's smile broadened and she gave him another long kiss.
"I'm glad we're on the same page," she murmured against his lips. "But I have to ask—what does she want from you? Why is she still pursuing this?"
Leo exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Honestly? I don't know. We dated for like two weeks, and it was... not great. She was always trying to control me, telling me who I could hang out with, what I could wear. I thought it was just her personality at first, but then I realized it was just her."
Maggie nodded slowly, processing this. "And you broke up with her?"
"Yeah. I tried to be nice about it, but she didn’t take it well. She started spreading rumors, showing up at my practice, even texting me late at night. It got so bad I had to block her number." Leo’s jaw tightened. "I thought she’d finally moved on, but I guess not."
Maggie’s fingers tightened around his. "She’s not going to win, Leo. Not if we stand together."
Leo’s expression softened, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "You’re amazing, you know that? Most girls would’ve freaked out, but you’re just… handling this like a boss."
Maggie smirked. "Well, I’m not most girls, am I?"
Leo chuckled, pulling her closer. "No, you’re not. You’re Maggie."
She leaned into him, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his arm. "So what’s the plan? Do we just ignore her? Call her out? What?"
Leo considered this, his brow furrowing slightly. I don’t want to make a big deal out of it, but I also don’t want her to think she can just… I don’t know, manipulate things."
Maggie nodded. "Fair. But we can’t just pretend she doesn’t exist either.
If she’s going to keep pushing, we'll need to push back—together.” Maggie’s fingers tightened around Leo’s, her voice steady. “I don’t want to fight with her. But I won’t let her walk all over us.”
Leo exhaled sharply, his thumb tracing circles on the back of her hand. “You’re right. We should talk to her—just once. Set some boundaries. If she keeps this up, I’ll have to take it to the RA or something.”
Maggie nodded, her gaze steady. “I’ll be there with you. But only if you want me to.”
Leo’s grip on her hand tightened. “Of course I want you there. You’re my girlfriend, Maggie." Maggie blinked. "Am I? That's news to me..." She looked at him mischievously.
"Is that an official declaration, Leonidas?" Leo's eyes sparkled as he pulled her closer. "It is if you'll have me, Margaret." Maggie's heart fluttered as she leaned into him. "I think I can manage that." The autumn air carried the scent of fallen leaves and distant laughter from the quad. Leo's fingers traced idle patterns on her arm, his touch warm through her sweater. "So what now?" "We go about our lives. But with one important difference." Leo's voice was steady, his gaze unwavering. "We're together. Officially." Maggie felt a warmth spread through her chest at his words.
"Okay then, boyfriend, I hate to be a tease, but Renaissance drama is calling me." She leaned into him and kissed him. "And the next time we see Claire, we have the talk. Deal?" Maggie held her hand out to Leo, and he took it and shook it. "Deal."
They necked a little longer and then slowly separated, heading back to their dorm rooms.
When Maggie got back to her room, Abby was waiting for her in the smallest pair of boyshorts she owned and a tight tank top. Maggie started salivating upon seeing her. She immediately stripped down down to just her panties and sat crosswise on her bed, dragging Abby into her lap. Maggie recounted the conversation with Leo and Abby wriggled in delight. Then Maggie told Abby that she was officially Leo's girlfriend, and Abby cheered. "From a mouse frightened of her own shadow to the girlfriend of the hottest boy on campus in about a month. Watch out for this girl!" Playfully she grabbed both of Maggie's breasts and squeezed.
"You're like a whole new person, Maggie-moo. And I love it." Maggie blushed at the compliment and the touch. "I love you too, Abby. And I love how you make me feel." Abby's eyes sparkled with mischief. "Oh, I know. And I love how you make me feel too. But right now, I think we need to celebrate your new official relationship status." Maggie's eyes widened. "What did you have in mind?" Abby smirked, her fingers tracing slow circles on Maggie's bare thigh. "Well, I was thinking we could have a little... private celebration. Just you, me, and a bottle of wine I swiped from the RA’s stash."
Maggie laughed, her fingers tracing the waistband of Abby’s shorts. "You’re trouble, you know that?" Abby grinned, leaning in to nuzzle Maggie’s neck. "Only the best kind. Now come on, let’s get you out of these clothes before I lose my mind." The two of them tangled together on the bed, their laughter muffled by kisses. The wine was sweet and sharp on Maggie’s tongue, and the warmth of Abby’s skin against hers made her forget everything else—the drama with Claire, the weight of school, the uncertainty of the future.
All that mattered was the way Abby’s fingers traced slow circles on her stomach, the way her breath hitched when Maggie kissed the curve of her neck.
"You’re amazing, you know that?" Abby murmured, her lips brushing Maggie’s ear.
Maggie laughed softly, her fingers tangling in Abby’s hair. "I think you might be biased."
"Maybe," Abby admitted, nipping at Maggie’s collarbone. "But that doesn’t make it any less true."
Maggie arched into her, her body humming with anticipation. "I love you," she whispered, and the words felt weightless and full of meaning all at once.
Abby’s eyes softened, her thumb brushing Maggie’s cheek.
"I love you too, Maggie-moo. And I’m so proud of you." She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Maggie’s lips. "You’ve come so far. From the girl who couldn’t even look a guy in the eye to the girl who’s got two people head over heels for her." Maggie blushed, her fingers tightening in Abby’s hair. "I wouldn’t be here without you." Abby grinned. "I know. I’m basically your fairy godmother." Maggie laughed, rolling her eyes. "More like my personal demon." Abby grinned, her teeth grazing Maggie’s lower lip. "That’s the spirit." She pulled back slightly, her gaze serious.
"I mean it, Maggie. You’ve grown so much. And I’m not just talking about the whole ‘dating two people at once’ thing—though, let’s be real, that’s pretty impressive for someone who used to blush at the word ‘moist.’"
Maggie laughed, swatting Abby’s arm. "Shut up. I was not that bad."
"Oh, you were *worse*," Abby teased, but her expression softened. "But seriously, I’m proud of you. You’re owning your life in a way I never thought I’d see. And honestly? It’s kind of hot."
Maggie felt her cheeks warm, but this time, it wasn’t from embarrassment. It was the warmth of pride, of confidence. The way Abby looked at her—like she was something special, like she was capable of anything—made her feel invincible.
“You’re right,” Maggie admitted, her fingers tracing the curve of Abby’s waist. “I *have* changed. And I like who I’m becoming.”
Abby grinned, her eyes sparkling. “Damn right you do. And Leo and I are just the lucky ones who get to watch it happen.” She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Maggie’s lips. Maggie's mouth opened wider, inviting Abby's tongue, and the kiss turned ferociously hot. When they finally drew apart, Maggie whispered to Abby's lips, "Get the strap-on. You're going to fuck me good."
Abby jumped up and went to her dresser, then came back with a good-sized dildo, sure to stretch Maggie out some. Abby took off her clothes and then put the harness on. She pushed Maggie to her back and climbed between her legs.
She looked down at Maggie’s smooth, soft skin, her pink nipples hard and begging for attention. Abby reached down and spread Maggie’s pussy lips apart, revealing her glistening, swollen clit. She leaned down and licked it slowly, savoring the taste of her. Maggie gasped, her fingers tangling in Abby’s hair. "Fuck, Abby, that feels so good," she moaned, her hips bucking up to meet Abby’s mouth. Abby chuckled against her, her breath hot on Maggie’s sensitive flesh. "You taste so fucking sweet, Maggie-moo. Like honey and sin," Abby groaned, her tongue swirling around Maggie's clit before sucking it between her lips. Maggie's back arched off the bed, her fingers clawing at the sheets. "Oh god, Abby, don't stop—" she begged, her voice trembling with need.
Abby didn't stop. She fucked Maggie with her tongue, plunging it deep inside her, then pulling back to swirl around her clit again, her fingers digging into Maggie's thighs to hold her in place. Maggie's hips bucked wildly, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Fuck, Abby, I'm gonna—" she gasped, her thighs trembling.
"Not yet," Abby growled, pulling back just as Maggie's orgasm threatened to crest. She sat up, wiping her glistening chin with the back of her hand, her eyes dark with hunger. "I want you to come on my cock, Maggie. I want to feel that tight little pussy clench around me when you lose control." Before Maggie could respond, Abby slid further up her body and began chewing and sucking on one of Maggie's nipples, then switched to give them both the same amount of affection.
Maggie moaned and arched her back, pressing her breasts into Abby's hungry mouth. Abby's hands roamed over Maggie's body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, and sliding down to cup her ass. Maggie gasped as Abby's fingers found her entrance, already slick with arousal. "Fuck, Abby, you're driving me crazy," Maggie moaned, her hips bucking against Abby's hand. Abby chuckled darkly, her fingers sliding deeper inside Maggie, curling to hit that perfect spot that made Maggie's breath hitch. "That's the idea, baby," Abby murmured, her lips brushing Maggie's ear. "I want you so worked up you can't think straight. I want you so desperate for my cock that you beg for it." Abby's words were a low growl against Maggie's ear, her fingers still buried inside her, stroking her with slow, deliberate thrusts.
Maggie whimpered, her hips rolling in time with Abby's fingers. "Please, Abby—" she gasped, her nails digging into Abby's back. "I need you. I need you inside me."
Abby smirked, pulling her fingers away and bringing them to her mouth, sucking them clean with a slow, deliberate lick. "Mmm, fuck, you taste good," she groaned, her eyes dark with lust. Abby slid higher, then claimed Maggie's mouth with her own. Her hands rose up to capture Maggie's and pin them above her head, then with a single thrust, her silicon cock was buried in Maggie's needy cunt.
Maggie gasped at the sudden fullness, her body stretching to accommodate the thick toy. "Oh fuck, Abby—" she moaned, her hips lifting to meet the next thrust. Abby grinned down at her, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles that made Maggie’s breath hitch. "That’s it, baby. Take that cock like my best slut," Abby growled, her fingers tightening around Maggie’s wrists. "You’re so fucking tight. I love how you squeeze me."
Maggie whimpered, her body trembling with pleasure. "Harder, Abby—please, fuck me harder," she begged, her hips bucking up to meet Abby’s thrusts.
Abby smirked, her fingers tightening around Maggie’s wrists as she pounded into her with deep, punishing strokes. "You want it rough, baby? You want me to fuck you like the filthy little slut you are?" Maggie moaned, her body trembling beneath Abby’s relentless assault. "Yes, yes, yes—fuck me, Abby, fuck me like that—" Abby growled, her hips slamming forward with brutal force, the thick cock stretching Maggie’s tight pussy with every thrust. "That’s it, take my cock," Abby panted, her fingers clenching Maggie’s as she fucked her with deep, desperate strokes.
The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard slamming against the wall with every thrust. Maggie’s body was slick with sweat, her skin flushed pink as Abby’s hips pounded into her, her nipples hard and pointed.
"Fuck, Abby—" Maggie gasped, her fingers clenching, driving her nails into Abby's hands. "You feel so good inside me. Don’t stop—"
Abby smirked, her lips brushing Maggie’s ear. "I'm not stopping til you scream, slut."
Maggie moaned, her hips bucking up to meet Abby’s thrusts.
"Abby—just like that—" Abby’s hips slammed into her, the thick cock stretching her tight pussy with every brutal thrust.
"You feel so fucking good, Maggie," Abby growled, her hips rolling in deep, deliberate circles that made Maggie’s breath hitch. "You’re so tight, so wet—fuck, you’re dripping for me, aren’t you?"
Maggie whimpered, her body trembling beneath Abby’s relentless assault. And then, unexpectedly, Maggie did scream, her body convulsing around the silicone cock deep inside her. Her body clenched at the intruder seemingly forever, and for Maggie, it felt like the waves of ecstasy rolled through her endlessly. Finally she fell back against the bed, eyes glazed and breasts heaving as she gasped for breath.
Abby slowed her thrusts, letting Maggie ride out the last waves of her orgasm before pulling out with a wet *pop*. The dildo glistened with Maggie’s arousal, the toy slick and shiny from being buried inside her.
Abby smirked, her fingers trailing down Maggie’s sweat-slicked stomach. "You look so fucking good like this," she murmured, her voice rough with lust. "All flushed and fucked out."
Maggie whimpered, her thighs trembling as Abby’s fingers traced slow circles around her still-pulsing clit. "Fuck, Abby…" she gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily. But before she could finish her thought, Abby moved still higher and fed Maggie the cock covered in her own juices. Maggie shut up and sucked hungrily.
She loved the taste of her own pussy on the silicone cock, the musky, salty flavor of her own arousal coating her tongue. She swirled it around the head, her lips stretching obscenely around the thick girth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked hard, her tongue pressing against the underside in a way that made Abby groan.
"Fuck, Maggie, just like that," Abby growled, her fingers tangling in Maggie's hair, guiding her head up and down the shaft. "You're such a hot little slut, taking my cock like this." Maggie moaned around the toy, her own pussy clenching at the filthy words, her fingers digging into Abby's thighs.
The silicone cock was thick and heavy in her mouth, stretching her lips obscenely as she bobbed her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the shaft with every movement. She could taste herself on it—sweet and musky, the evidence of how badly Abby had fucked her. Her own juices coated the toy, making it slick and shiny as she sucked it greedily, her cheeks hollowing with each desperate pull.
"Fuck, yes," Abby groaned, her hips jerking forward slightly, fucking Maggie's mouth with shallow thrusts. "That's it, take it like a good girl. You love having a cock invading your mouth, don't you? You filthy little slut," Abby growled, her fingers tightening in Maggie's hair as she fucked her mouth with slow, deliberate thrusts. "Look at you, taking my cock like a good girl. You love being used, don't you?"
Maggie moaned around the silicone shaft, her tongue swirling around it as she sucked greedily. The taste of her pussy coated her tongue as she bobbed her head up and down, her lips stretched obscenely around the thick girth.
Abby’s fingers tightened in her hair, guiding her movements with rough, demanding tugs. "Fuck, Maggie, you’re such a good little cocksucker," Abby groaned, her hips rolling forward in deep thrusts, fucking Maggie’s mouth with slow, deliberate strokes.
Maggie moaned around the toy, her tongue swirling around the shaft, her cheeks hollowing with each desperate pull. She could feel the toy hitting the back of her throat, making her gag slightly, but she didn’t stop.
She loved the way Abby’s cock felt in her mouth, the way it stretched her lips wide, the way it filled her completely. She sucked harder, her tongue swirling around the shaft, her lips sealed tight around the base. After a bit, a silence filled with the sounds of Maggie desperately sucking, Abby pulled the dildo from her mouth and settled down beside Maggie, eye to eye and nose to nose. She reached down to spread Maggie open again and eased the cock inside her, resting atop her as she kissed Maggie slow and deep as Maggie milked the unmoving cock inside her.
Maggie's hands slid down Abby's back to her ass. Her fingers massaged Abby's ass firmly, causing Abby's hips to move the cock inside Maggie minutely. They continued to make out for a while, then Abby gently withdrew her silicone cock, and they wrapped themselves around each other as they fell asleep.
Abby stirred, her eyes fluttering open. "Mmm, good morning, slut," she murmured, her voice rough with sleep. Her hand slid down Maggie's stomach, her fingers finding her clit and circling it lazily.