Chapter 2: Building Tension
Derrick hung up not long after he came on the video call, leaving Abigail to lay there, sweaty and still confused as to the new reality she'd found herself in.
She couldn't believe what she had just done. She had never been one for phone sex, let alone video call sex, but here she was, naked and covered in her own creamy release, utterly spent from the intense orgasm that had just ripped through her body.
More concerning than anything else, however, was the fact that, even after experiencing two orgasms in short succession, she could still feel a dull ache in her pussy.
It felt like a craving, a hunger that needed to be sated. She wanted more, and the thought sent a chill down her spine. Briefly, Abigail's thoughts flew to the collection of dildos she now had sitting in her nightstand, but she quickly shook her head at the notion. "Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me? Come on, Abby, stop thinking with your pussy" she said to herself in frustration.
She was not that kind of girl. Or at least she never used to be. Before the genie, she was a happy-go-lucky young woman who didn't need men in her life to feel fulfilled. She had her books, her classes, and her own mind. But now, everything had changed.
Abby sighed and got up from her bed, walking over to her closet to put on some clothes. She needed to clear her head. Maybe go for a walk around the campus or hit the library for some research on her latest paper.
She opened her closet and cursed the genie's wish once again as she took stock of her outfit options.
Gone were the days of wearing baggy sweaters and jeans, or even the modest skirts and blouses she used to don. Now, it was nothing but short dresses, tiny skirts, and tops that left little to the imagination.
She settled on a pair of daisy dukes that left the bottom half of her ass exposed and a tight cropped pink tee with the word "princess" written in white cursive text across the chest.
She dressed quickly and glanced at herself in the mirror one last time before she left, hating what she saw.
Her short brown hair was tousled from the numerous orgasms she'd just experienced. She looked flushed and satisfied, her lips, which she'd recently learned from her roommate had been upgraded with lip filler in this timeline, looked swollen and glossy, and she noticed with a grimace that her neon pink thong straps were CLEARLY visible above the waistline of her low rise booty shorts.
"Ugh," she muttered under her breath as she made her way out of her bedroom.
As she made her way into the living room she discovered Emily seemingly waiting for her, a knowing smirk on her face. "Better be careful Abby or you're gonna cause us to get ANOTHER noise complaint" Emily teased.
Abigail flushed red with embarrassment at her roommate's words. "I-um, sorry. Derrick called... I couldn't help it" she explained lamely, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks.
Emily laughed in response, "It's fine, girl. We have thin walls, remember? I'm pretty sure I hear you going at it like that at least once a day" Emily continued, a sly grin spreading across her face as she teased Abigail mercilessly.
Abigail flushed an even deeper shade of red; in her embarrassment, however, she realized that she at least had the opportunity to gain something from this interaction. If Emily only remembered the version of her from this new reality, then she'd probably be able to tell her a little bit more about what this version of her life was really life.
Abigail took a deep breath and prepared to ask Emily about herself. "So, uh, Emily," Abigail began, trying to sound casual as she fidgeted with the hem of her cropped tee. "Can you tell me a little bit about myself? I mean, I know you and I are friends and all, and maybe this is a weird question but I guess I'm just curious about the way that other people think of" Abigail asked, trying to play off the question as simple curiosity.
Emily raised an eyebrow, a knowing smirk on her face. "Well, for starters, you're basically known as the campus slut," she said with a laugh.
"You're always flirting with guys, always going out on dates with random dudes, and always coming back to the apartment smelling like sex."
Abigail's stomach turned at Emily's words. She couldn't believe that was how people saw her now. She had always prided herself on her intelligence and academic achievements, not her sexual prowess.
"But it's not all bad," Emily added, sensing Abigail's discomfort. "You're also super confident, and you don't care what anyone thinks of you.
You own your sexuality, and it's honestly really hot." Emily said, trying to reassure Abigail.
Abigail couldn't help but feel a little relieved at Emily's words. She had never been confident in her own skin before, and the thought of owning her sexuality was intriguing. But she still couldn't shake off the feeling of disgust at the thought of people seeing her as a slut.
"Thanks, Emily. I guess it's not all bad then" Abigail said, trying to sound positive. "I was also just wondering, could you tell me the story of the first day we met? From your perspective, I mean" she continued, trying to learn more about her new reality.
Abigail still clearly recalled how her and Emily had met in her original timeline. It was move in day and Abigail had already been at the apartment for hours, having entirely finished setting up her room, before her blonde counterpart had entered. She remembered Emily subtly criticizing her appearance, asking if she always dressed in baggy sweats or if it was just for moving in, before she asked whether Abigail truly intended for her extra bookshelves to take up so much of the space in their shared living room. Beyond that she remembered the two of them playing 21 questions to get to know each other, Emily doing a poor job of stifling her laughter when Abigail revealed that she'd never kissed a guy before, and her roommate scoffing when she rejected the offer of going to a party with her in favor of staying in and getting an early start on studying for her then upcoming courses.
The story Emily told, however, was shockingly different. " Well, as I'm sure you remember, we met on move-in day," she began nonchalantly.
"I got there before you obviously, cause you were late to the party as usual, and I swear as soon as I laid eyes on you I knew how wild you were.
You were wearing this little black mini dress that showed off all your curves, and the way you walked Like you owned the place, swaying those hips of yours like you already had lots of practice dancing on a pole.
You had this confident smirk on your face, like you could have any guy you wanted.
You walked right up to me, all five feet of your slutty self, and said, 'Well, don't you just scream nerd?' I couldn't help but laugh at that one, I mean, you weren't wrong."
Abigail's mind was racing. She couldn't believe this was how she was being remembered. It was like the genie had taken all her insecurities and amplified them, turning her into some kind of caricature of a woman. She tried to think of something to say in response, but her mind was blank.