Everything was kind of fuzzy for Abby; the music in the background, the movements of her fingers in and out of you. It was definitely the fault of the joint you smoked earlier, the smell of it still lingered in the air as it remained in the ashtray, slowly burning away.

Abby knew you guys should stop, she knew sleeping with her best friend wasn't a good idea, but the sounds you made were too good to stop. Besides, Abby loved you and didn't want to let that go either.

This thing between you has been going on for a few months now, and Abby definitely didn't want to stop now, maybe ever.

You scratch Abby's muscular back, she grunts and pumps her fingers deeper. As she hears your last sound and the way your body falls onto her bed, she smiles contentedly and wipes her fingers clean.

Are you okay? It seems like i tired you out more than usual. Abby says playfully and looks at you, arching her eyebrows at you, her free hand caressing your left thigh.