A Heart's Promise

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Chapter Five: Crossing the Line

"You want me to what?" said the blonde with wide eyes.

"I want you to meet my parents before they leave to see my sister and her devil children. Now come on." Abby grabbed his arm as she tried pulling him out of the passenger seat of her car.

"No. You tricked me. You said we were here to play your new game." He held onto the seat as she continued to pull.

"Get out of this car, Wally. I mean it." She then straightened herself up and took a step back. After her classes for the day were finished, Abby went and picked up Wally at his job. He worked at a community center where he taught kids how to box. "If you don't meet them, we aren't playing."

Wally gasped as he looked at her in shock. "This is cruel and unusual punishment."

"I don't give a damn. Now are you coming?" She held out her hand to help him out the car.

"Yeah, yeah whatever." He took her hand and closed the door. "It's so sad how addicted I am," he said as they walked up the path towards the house. "Do you think they have like A.A meetings for people obsessed over Playstation?"

"Only Playstation?" She gave him a doubtful look.

"Shut up," he told her.

"Well, if they do have meetings, I guess I would have to sign up with you."

"Really? Yeah, I can see you now," Wally began. "Hi, my name is Abby 'Hi, Abby' and I-" he took a dramatic pause, "-am a gamer."

Abby laughed. "Sometimes I worry about you." She then opened the door to her home. "Mama, Dad!" she called when she got inside.

"Abby?" Wally spoke.

"Hmm?"

"You're still holding my hand," he whispered in her ear.

"Oh." She let it go, like it was nothing and said causally, "Sorry, I was thinking about my boyfriend. You two kind of look alike, with the blonde hair and green eyes and all." She then smile. "Except he's taller."

"Is that a short joke?" he asked, but then he made a curious face. "Wait a second? Abby, what did say your boyfriend's name was again?"

"You mean I've never told you?" she asked surprised with herself. How could see forget a thing like that? "His name is-"

"Sweetie," came a female's voice with a soft French accent. It was Abby's mother. "You're here."

"Hello, mama." Abby kissed and hugged her mother. "Where's daddy?"

"I'm sorry sweetie, he already left. You know how he is." She looked over behind Abby. "It this the boyfriend you been telling me about? He is a handsome one." Wally blushed at the comment.

"No, mama. This is my friend, Wally. Wally this is my mother, Beatrice Lincoln."

"Nice to meet you Mrs. Lincoln. I've heard a lot of good things about you."

"I would hope so." She smiled brightly. "I'm sorry I can't stay long to chat, but maybe you can come and have dinner with us one of these evenings."

"I would like that," Wally said.

"Good." She then turned to her daughter. "Abby, walk with me to the door please. Your friend can have a seat in the living room."

"Yes, mama." Abby showed Wally the living room and then followed her mother.

"Abigail, sweetheart," she began. "Is there a reason you haven't introduced your boyfriend to me or your father yet? I mean you have been dating him for several months now, haven't you?"

"Yes, it's just I haven't gotten up to asking him yet. Gavin, he's such a busy person. I mean, every time we're together it's great, until he gets one of these phone calls and everything changes. He just always seems so worried and concerned about something he won't talk to about with me. Most of the time he just tells me it's a family thing, and that he's fine, but sometimes I don't know." She frowned as she sighed.

"And Wally?" she asked.

"He's just a friend. Whenever I'm feeling bummed about Gavin, I go to Wally, and he doesn't know it, but he really brightens up my day." She smiled at the thought of him. "Everything is so low key when it come to us. It's like we're ten year olds, with nothing to worry about expect how to get to the next level in some video game. It's great. He's a good friend."

"Then if you are happy with Wally, then why not cut out the middle man?" Mrs. Lincoln asked boldly. "I just don't want to see you the way you were when your ex-"

"Mama, please," Abby begged. "I won't let it get that far. Besides," Abby frowned as she shook her head. "I do care for Gavin, very much."

"Are you sure, darling? Because I just want to see you happy." Mrs. Lincoln just found it too odd that she and her husband hadn't met Gavin yet.

"Yes," Abby said after a moment. "I'm happy with Gavin. Besides whatever it is with him, I'm sure it won't last long."

"Alright then, if Gavin makes you happy, then I'm happy too." Mrs. Lincoln smiled as she kissed her daughter's forehead. "You and your friend be good. Your father and I will be back Sunday evening before you head back to school for the week."

"Alright, have a good trip." Abby then went back inside where she found Wally sitting quietly on the couch waiting for her. "Ready to play?"

He cocked an eyebrow. "Is that even a question you have to ask?"

"Alright then. When are you going to let me put some cornrows in your hair?"

"When pigs fly. Now come on, I'm having withdrawal symptoms here." Before long the two friends were sitting on the floor, in front of a big screen TV, playing Abby's newest game. "Jump!" Wally yelled at the screen as Abby played.

"How can I jump, Wally? I'm in a spaceship," she told him as he was starting to annoy her.

"Left! Left!" he continued to scream, but this time he jumped up off the floor. "There's the portal. Go!"

"I'm going, but I got a bogie on my tail!" Abby soon found herself yelling too.

"What are you doing? It's an odd level, it's the right portal!"

"Shut up! I'm concentrating here!" she yelled, but then all of sudden, it was like the ship had a mind of its own and she was shot down by the bogie she was trying to evade. Her face fell. "What just happened?" she asked.

"Oops," she heard Wally say quietly.

Abby took her eyes off the screen reading, 'Game Over' and looked at Wally. Her eyes then drifted down his body to his feet where the cord of her controller was tangled around his foot. "Wally?" she said slowly.

"Yeah?" he said coyly.

"I suggest you run," she grabbed a throw pillow and stood up, "because you are a dead man."

"Abby, I don't like the way you're looking at me." He slowly started to back away. "Come on now, it was an accident. You know I didn't mean it." He started to back away faster. "Abby, buddy, pal. . . put down the pillow." His back ran into the corner and he realized he was trapped. He looked at Abby with wide eyes and then slowly narrowed them. "You'll pay for this."

"Maybe, but not before you," Abby said and started beating him with the pillow.

Wally ducked as he found an opening and ran for it. As he passed the couch he grabbed the other pillow and armed himself. "Alrighty," a grin spread across his face, "now it's a fair game."

Abby chuckled nervously as she lowered her pillow. "You know I was just playing, right?" she then squealed as Wally came charging towards her. They ran around the couch as Abby tried not to be caught.

Wally was behind the couch strategizing his next move, but every time he moved to the left, Abby would make a move towards his right and vise versa. Finally, getting inpatient, Wally lunged over the couch towards her and pulled her closer, but he lost his positioning and the two went crumbling to the couch and then went rolling to the floor. "Ow!" Abby cried out with her eyes closed as her hand went to her forehead which had hit Wally's on the way down. "Damn boy, what's your head made out of?" she groaned.

The blonde headed boy only laughed. "You okay?" he asked as he had somehow landed on the bottom and not only hit his head with Abby's but with the floor. His hand then found what was sure enough to be a bruise on the back of his head.

"I'll be fine," she answered him.

"Guess we got a little carried away."

"A little? Nah," she said sarcastically. She then opened her eyes and slightly gasped. "Did you hit something?" she asked.

"What didn't I hit?" He smiled.

"So I guess you know you're bleeding?" Abby asked as she propped herself up on his chest before cupping his face with her hand. Wally found himself studying her features, now only realizing beautiful she was. He then felt her thumb sweep across his bottom lip to wipe away the blood. "There you go," she whispered softly. She then went to get up, but was stopped as Wally put one hand on top of hers and had the other slide over her back, keeping her close. Abby narrowed her eyes. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Nothing. . ." he responded as he slowly etched his face up towards hers. "Yet." He then eased his hand up her back to the back of her head as his lips gently came into contact with hers. Abby's first instinct was to push him away, but his lips had put her under a spell, because she couldn't bring herself to pull away.

Their kiss began sweet and tender as Abby's lips opened slightly to allow Wally's tongue to meet hers. She noted that his taste was peculiar; she wouldn't describe it as sweet, but it had a refreshing taste that made her think dark chocolate.

As Wally's kiss with his friend grew more passionate, he took in her light scent, which was a mix of sweat from their playing and wildflowers from her body wash. Wally then gently rolled them over, placing him on top, as their lips finally left one another's. Next he began kissing her cheek and her jaw line before moving down to her neck. "Wally," Abby breathed, not knowing if she had said it to make him stop or to urge him to go on.

"Hmm," was all he could manage before he sat up on his knees. He looked at her carefully, as if waiting for her to stop him as he put both hands on either side of her waist and slowly started to push up her shirt, exposing her soft mocha brown skin. He then leaned back down and began to kiss her stomach.

Abby recoiled a bit at his touch, but soon relaxed. "Wally," she said again and he looked at her. She placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him away. Taking the hint, and a bit of disappointment, Wally rose off of her and Abby sat up.

He was about to apologize for his actions; he knew he had stepped over the line by kissing her. Besides, he knew very well that she was seeing someone, she had never hid that fact. So Wally was completely taken by surprise when Abby reached out for him and grabbed the bottom on his shirt. "I want it off," she told him and Wally rose his arms as Abby lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it somewhere over the couch.

Her fingers then grazed along his shoulder as she leaned in and began kissing parts of his muscular chest. Wally watched as her lips parted away for his chest only to be replaced by her hands as she rubbed them down his six-pack abs until she reached and unlatch the button on his jeans, but she had difficulties with his zipper. "Stand up," she commanded as she got to her own feet.

As he rose she admired his well tone body, from his broad shoulders to his cute little outie navel. She giggled. "What are you laughing at?" Wally asked her.

"You," she told him. "And your outie."

"Oh, really," he said as he stepped closer to her wrapping his arms around her and once again finding her lips. "Well then," he said after a moment. "Why don't we make things a little even?" He then slowly began to peel away the layers of Abby's clothing. When he was done, Abby finished undoing his pants.

Completely bare, Abby laid down on the couch and than beckon Wally to her. Wally sat on the other end of the couch with one foot tucked under him while the other remained planted on the floor. He then lifted Abby's foot to his mouth and kissed the sole of her foot before kissing her ankle and gently dividing her legs as he worked his way up her cafe and passed her knee.

And as he did this, he never took his eyes away from Abby's. Abby just stared into those bright green eyes, trapped within them as she enjoyed the seductive kisses of her soon-to-be lover. She then frowned as Wally broke eye contact and completely drew away from her body, but she continued to watch his eyes as they changed before her. They were like an animal's now, like a predator and she, she was the prey.

She was about to speak up, but before she could, Wally once again lowered his head in between her legs and continued his kisses until his tongue snaked out and traced the folds of her moist sex. Abby nearly jumped out of her skin; she had never been touched like that before. "It's okay." Wally looked up when she jumbed. He then reached for her hand and laced his fingers with hers. "You'll like it," he promised her before Abby once again felt and welcomed the sensation of his long, warm tongue stroking her.

Wally soon found her clitoris and gently began to suck and massage it which sent shots of pleasure rolling throughout Abby's body. Her head then fell back and she bit her lower lip, but that didn't stop her moans as Wally once again kissed her delicate parts and licked up the sweet juices of her arousal.

He then rose back up and gripped Abby's thighs. He smirked as he leisurely dragged her body towards him. He then lifted her leg so that it was pressed up his chest and her foot was behind his head. He then took his erected member in his hand and began to slip it into Abby's wet opening. "Ow," she cried softly. She was tighter than he thought she would be, but than again, he was very well endowed and so he took his time as he filled her.

When fully inside of her, Wally let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. He relished in the feeling of how tight she felt around him before withdrawing and entering her again. At first he took his time, but then each thrust became more zealous than the last as Abby began matching each one of his thrust with her own, making her body bob with the motion. Her hands then came up and they found Wally's waist as she urged him deeper into her body.

And as Wally obeyed her silent request, she began panting loudly. So loudly that Wally feared anyone outside would be able to hear her, for it was only midday and he was sure he saw a window open as they approached the house. So he cupped his hand over her mouth and Abby's eyes, which had been closed, immediately snapped opened to look at him. "Shhh," he warned her, not losing his rhythm. "Or we'll be heard." She nodded her head against his hand and once again bit her lip.

Wally smiled as he let down her leg and changed his position, lowering his body to cover hers. Her body felt so warm as Wally took in the enticing smells of their activity and Abby wrapped her legs tightly around him. Being in a position he preferred, Wally was able to pump faster and harder into his lover, grinding his pelvis against the opening of her sex. Abby's pants soon fell into rhythm of each of his thrust which only encouraged him more. "Say my name," he demanded in a growl.

"Wal-- Wally," she had difficulty saying.

"Louder," he ordered, now not caring who heard as he plunged himself violently into her. Her arms which had been wrapped around his back now clung on to him for dear life.

"Wally!" she yelled as her head fell to one side and then the other. "Oh, don't stop. Please, don't stop," she begged. "Oh, oh, oh, right there. Right there." Her body soon began convulsing as she reached the height her of ecstasy. Wally continued pumping himself into her until he felt her walls pulsate around his member and he felt his own release as the seeds of his manhood filled her insides. Completely spent, he collapsed onto Abby, their bodies still connected.

They both breathed heavily and once they had caught their breath Wally spoke. "That was nice," he told her as he lifted his head and kissed her collarbone and than began nibbling at her neck. "I wouldn't turn down another go around," he whispered in her ear.

"Hmm." Abby allowed her heart to slow down, but as it did it was replaced with a feeling she couldn't describe. After a moment she realized what it was, guilt. How could she have completely forgotten about Gavin like that? Her faced cringed at the realization of what she had done.

"Abby, what's wrong?" Wally asked as he became aware of her expression.

Abby shook her head. "We shouldn't have done this?"

"What?" Wally only smiled. "Are you worried because we didn't use a condom?" he asked. "We'll use one next time."

"No," she continued shaking her head. "I mean, yes. I mean-- Shit!" She pushed Wally off of her. "There won't be a next time, Wally. I'm already in a committed relationship!" She grew upset.

Wally scoffed, "Yeah, with me." Abby only looked at him. "Honestly Abby, I know I'm not the brightest bulb, but I'm not stupid. Because if your real man was doing right by you, you wouldn't be spending all your time with me. So apparently, he ain't doing something right."

"Don't go there." She got up off the couch to gather her clothes.

"Well, I am," he continued to sit on the couch. "So tell me, when was the last time you saw him?" he asked. "I know it sure wasn't yesterday, because you were with me. And it wasn't the day before, because -once again- you were with me. Just like every other day this week," he pointed out. "I see your clothes and your necklaces and all the other gifts he buys you. I didn't say anything before, because it wasn't my business, but he's buying you. Thinking that expensive presents will make up for the times he isn't there."

Abby turned from him, her eyes starting to brim with tears. His words had hit too close to home. "Get out." She picked up his jeans and threw them at him. They smacked him in the face. "Get out!"

"So what?" Wally pulled the jeans off his head. "Am I like the bitch now? We fuck and then you don't want anything to do with me?" He stood up and shook his head as put on his pants. "I should have known better," he spoke quietly to himself. "I knew I was nothing more than some cheap replacement, for when your so-called boyfriend was probably out there with his other women." Abby gasped and then brought her hand up to slap Wally across the face, but he caught her wrist before she did. "I don't need this."

"I don't care what you don't need," Abby hissed. "So hurry up and get the hell out of my home."

Seeing her angry face, Wally realized that this had gone far enough. His shoulders dropped as he let go of Abby's wrist and took a calming breath. "Abby," he said gently. "I'm sorry, okay?" he looked at her as he spoke sincerely. "But all I'm trying to tell you is. . . I'm here," he breathed. "And you know that's what you want, what you need, someone who's there. Even if we're only friends."

Abby shook her head. "Don't you dare come into this house, Wally and tell me what I need or what I want," she told him angrily. "Because I have Gavin and he may not be perfect, but he is all I need and anything else that I want, I can get it my damn self."

"Gavin?" Wally's head slightly jerked back when he heard the name. He then covered his forehead with his hand as he shook it back and forth before saying calmly, "Please tell me your boyfriend's last name isn't Lawrence?"

"I can't, because it is," Abby looked confused as she answered. "You know of him?"

Wally couldn't answer her question. He just seemed frozen for a moment before yelling, "Shit!" He then quickly began to gather his things and get dressed. "Shit," he said once again to himself.

"Wally, what is it?" Abby grew concern as she watched his actions.

Wally stopped what he was doing and painfully looked at Abby. "I got to go," was all he said. He then finished dressing before heading towards the door not once looking back at Abby as he left. Abby stood in the middle of her living room, looking at where Wally once stood, wondering what in the world just happened.

Transmission Interrupted. . .

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