Author's Note: So, I'm really excited that the story is coming along. I'm reading it from the top every time I add a new chapter and I'm like 'woah'. So the chapters are gonna get a bit more spicy as time goes along! There will be, without a doubt, more sex and more violence, but it won't be too gross or anything. Thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: ... Must I repeat myself?
Abigail was sitting poolside at her own house, listening to the afternoon Teen Chapter news bulletins on her radio. Everything seemed to be in order with Father and his cronies; it appeared as though much on his end halted after Amanda's death, with the exception of scattered ice cream heists and slumber party busts. She put the radio on the ground and let her head fall back slowly, absorbing the warm sun in her black bikini that she only took out on special occasions.
According to her male comrades, Abigail had the best body in the Teen Chapter. Her perfectly sculpted breasts complimented her nicely curved hips and round bottom. She also had long, thick, dark brown hair that swung to the middle of her strong back. Abigail was 5' 5", four inches shorter than Nigel and three shorter than Hoagie, so she wasn't a bad size either. She was a marvel to behold, if left for many to determine.
She opened a bottle of sunscreen and rubbed it evenly onto her rich skin, sure to cover every vulnerable spot. The temperature was exceptionally warm that day, mainly considering it had been so gloomy the entire month. It was as if the atmosphere's sorrow let it be. As she put the bottle to the side and closed her eyes once more, Nigel crept into the gate. He was finally going to sneak up on Abigail, rather than being surprised by her per usual. He had gotten close enough to execute his attack but stopped midway; it had hit him that she was wearing practically nothing. His imagination had taken the best of him and he stood there gazing at her graceful form.
"Nigel," Abigail said coolly, eyes still closed, "I don't know why you try and sneak up on me, dude. It's never gonna work. Oh, and how about you put yo tongue back in yo mouth?"
"Heh heh, don't flatter yourself," Nigel laughed nervously. He took off his shoes and socks and sat down next to her. The sunscreen was giving off the intoxicating smell of vanilla and cocoa butter that captured his nostrils and sent them on a pleasure cruise.
"So, how you feelin?" Abigail asked.
"I'm alright. Actually, I'm a lot better than I have been. I saw a shrink yesterday and he helped me put things into a different perspective."
"Oh, now that's what I'm talkin about! The old Nigel is on his way back." She opened her arms wide and embraced him, her bosom smashing against his. Nigel's body grew warm and he blushed, but he soon felt the blood leaving his cheeks and rushing to his groin.
"Yup! This recovery is going to be a really quick one!" He exclaimed, jumping from her hug and trying to hide his growing erection through his cargo shorts.
"Um, Nigel, are you sure you're alright?" Abigail asked, chuckling.
"Eh, shut up," Nigel laughed and pushed her into the pool.
"I can't believe you sometimes!" Abigail had floated to the top and was wiping her eyes so that she could properly see her transgressor.
"You're acting like you weren't going to eventually jump in anyway. Girls are so complicated." He smirked and removed his shirt, climbing into the pool after her. Abigail took all of her strength and splashed him directly in the face. Nigel spat and sputtered, chasing her around the entire pool. Sounds of laughter filled the air as the two operatives played in the water, much like they used to when they were kids. Nigel caught up to Abigail and grabbed both of her shoulders. He pinned her to the pool wall with a gentle force.
"Okay, okay, you win, sir!" She gasped, still giggling. They looked into each other's eyes and everything halted. It was then Abigail realized that Nigel had taken his sunglasses off; she was staring directly into his striking, hazel eyes. He moved in closer to her and she felt his breath on her neck. She turned her head to the side, exhaling after having so long kept her breath. Nigel had taken his hand to turn her chin to face him; he was going to bring passion back between him and Abigail. He slowly moved in and planted his lips softly onto hers, igniting a longing fire within their bodies.
Abigail, at first, didn't know what to do. She had no idea Nigel was into her like this, especially since he seemed to be so involved with Amanda. She then let her instincts take the reins and wrapped her arms around his neck. She brought her body as close to his as physically possible as he placed his hands along her hips. He felt her warm core against his swollen groin and introduced his tongue into her mouth. She welcomed it happily, adding hers into the equation. The moment grew increasingly intense as their tongues danced, exploring one another's mouths; Nigel's hand groped her entire back, resting on the knot that kept her bikini top in place. Suddenly, he ceased action and stepped away from her.
"Uh," Nigel said, regaining his composure, "I've got to… I mean, I have this… Abby, I'll see you later." He hurriedly climbed out of the pool, slipped into his shoes, grabbed his shirt, and left quickly, rubbing the back of his neck timidly.
"See you later!" She yelled after him, resting her arms along the edge of the pool, nevertheless shocked at what has just happened.
"Oh man," Nigel scolded himself, "I can't believe I blew it like that. Should I have kept going? Or, maybe, I shouldn't have even kissed her. Oh, gosh. I'm such an idiot!" He walked down the street with his hands on his head; he had, since, put his shirt on but was without any socks. The sun was drying his clothes off quickly; the weather seemed to get hotter as he blushed more and more.
"Hey! That's Nigel Uno!" called a familiar voice from down the street. Nigel strained to see who it was; it was Wallabee Beatles, former K.N.D. operative, now captain of the high school football team. He had been decommissioned along with Kuki Sanban and hundreds of other operatives who just didn't have what it took to be recruited into the Teen Chapter. Thankfully, they were neutral beings, they weren't affiliated with Father nor did they interfere with kid affairs.
"How's it going, Wally?" Nigel asked, slapping him five. Despite the fact that he was decommissioned, Wally still somehow felt the brotherly connection between Nigel and him.
"Well, y'know how hard it can be when you're the captain of the football team and all." Wally gloated, sticking out his chest.
"Right, I really do know how that is." Nigel looked back in the direction Wally came. "Coming from Kuki's house, I see."
"How'd ya guess?" Wally asked, smirking.
"She so totally lives back that way, dude."
"Guess you're right. And, since you're so right, you win a prize." Wally threw Nigel an unopened condom.
"What?"
"You can have that," Wally scoffed, "It's not like I'll be using it any time soon, Kuki's so stubborn 'bout this virginity thing." Nigel was sure Wally had already snatched the prize by now. Rumor has it, Wally is somewhat of an octopus, and it's not particularly easy to say 'no' to him.
"Uh, thanks." Nigel said, putting the condom into his back pocket.
"Yeah, you'll make good use of it. I know you're not a nancy-boy virgin like some of these other punks 'round here. But, hey, I gotta jet. I'll see ya 'round." Wally continued to walk down the street, waving back at Nigel. Nigel sighed and took out his wallet. Despite how cool he was, Nigel was still, in fact, a virgin, so he didn't have any condoms. All of the ones he did get from the free clinic were now void because he often used them to 'practice' in. He put the condom in his wallet, just in case a sticky situation arose, and continued walking down the street back to home base. He had a lot of work to catch up on.
