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Despite being surrounded by it your entire adult life, you had never been intoxicated. There had been a handful of times, at parties in high school, in college, and even once at an office christmas party, where you had been offered a joint, or a drink, a bump. You couldn’t risk it. You were terrified of being vulnerable, of the lack of control that came with it.
You were a different person then, before you’d packed up your entire life and moved to Stardew Valley. You’d been here before as a child, visiting your grandfather, but you were too young to remember. It’d been liberating to meet new people, to have the chance to make yourself someone new.
The shy nature of your past didn't escape you, and it was a bit scary at first, but you quickly became friends with most of the townspeople; specifically Abby, Sam, and Seb. The three were insanely close, but three was an odd number, and with you around it was always even.
Sam and Sebastian could curl up together on one side of the couch and Abby wouldn’t have to sit alone on the other. You’d be there, and Abby would whisper teases about her friend’s relationship in your ear and you’d laugh, talk shit about whatever movie was on, and toss popcorn in each other's mouth.
It was impossible not to have a crush on Abby. She was so gorgeous, and interesting, and her confidence rubbed off on you. She has long, pretty, fingers you can imagine scratching up and down your back.
It’s a week into Fall when she sends you the letter, because people still send letters out in the country you’ve learned, inviting you over to smoke. Hey, the boys and I are gonna hangout, wanna join? I can’t tell if you’re the type or not, but we’re gonna get high if you're into that... I kinda wanna know what you act like stoned. No pressure though, my house at eight.
This is a big step for you. The usual fears of losing control and embarrassing yourself are still there, but there’s also your attraction to Abigail, and in the end love prevails.
As the day winds down you head into your glorified shed to prepare. You wash off all the sweat and grime from work and brush your hair out. You stress out about what to wear, and eventually decide on just baggy jeans and a hoodie to play it safe. It’s a five-minute walk from the farm to Pierre’s General Store. The sun is just going down over the trees.
It always feels weird to walk into the store after hours, like you’re breaking the law, but it eases when you reach Abigail’s room. You raise your hand and knock lightly on the door.
Abby peeks out a second later, dressed in a Slayer tee and plaid pajama pants with hair mussed at the top. “Hey.” She smiles at you and opens the door wider, “Glad you decided to show. Wasn’t sure you were the type, too focused on your important farming work all the time.” She teases and you scoff at her as you walk in. Seb and Sam are nowhere to be seen.
“Are they late?” You ask, and she smiles mischievously and shakes her head.
“Nah, they couldn’t make it actually, something about Vincent? Probably an excuse to go make out. You don’t mind, right?” Abby seems nervous, fiddling with her hands as she talks.
“No, yeah, that’s totally fine.” You reply, trying to seem casual as your heart races. She smiles, her anxiety gone, “Cool”. She walks over to her bed and pats the spot next to her gently, you sit down next to her, a few inches between you. She gets up to dig through her dresser. The room is shrouded in darkness, you can make out basic shapes, but that’s about it.
“What do you usually smoke?” Abby asks, and you panic. You don’t. You’re glad her back is turned so she can’t see the way you glance around nervously.
“Um. Just, whatever, you know.” You don’t know. You don’t sound very convincing.
She stops and turns around and tilts her head, examining you for a moment. Shit, you think when it dawns on her and her eyes widen, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.
“You’ve never..?” She says gleefully.
“I have! I just… you know…” She laughs, and it makes your heart surge, as you trail off.
“You’re such a bad liar! Well, this makes this even more fun, are you nervous?” She finds what she’s looking for and closes the dresser, coming to sit down next to you, clicking the pen three times. You blush a little.
“Yeah. Kind of. What if I freak out and start telling you all the embarrassing things I’ve ever done, or thought, or something?” Or kiss you.
“Just take a few hits and see how you feel maybe. Here, watch me.” Abby brings the pen up to her mouth and wraps her lips around it. The button glows in the darkness of her room, and she inhales for a few seconds before blowing the smoke out away from the bed. “Just hold the button and breathe. It’s easy.”
She passes her pen to you. The metal is cold against your fingers. Slowly, you bring it up to your mouth, aware of Abby’s gaze on your lips as you do it. You click the button and inhale for a moment before you start coughing.
You didn’t expect it to burn so much, you muffle your mouth with your hands immediately and keep coughing violently. Abby laughs in your face, and reaches to grab a water bottle from somewhere, placing a hand on your shoulder as you wheeze. There’s burning heat where her hand rests against the fabric of your shirt.
You unscrew the lid and gulp the water down eagerly. Her eyes glint in the darkness. “Hey, Sam threw up the first time he smoked. You’re doing great.” You feel a little better at the thought. She takes the pen back as you drop the water bottle down on the bed. She inhales, deeper, and passes it back to you.
The second time you don’t cough. The smoke tastes like battery on your tongue. “Eugh.” You grunt.
“Hey, it’s not that bad.”
“I feel like I'm inhaling burnt plastic.”
Abby giggles and takes the pen back. She flops backwards onto her bed and you copy her. There are faded plastic stars on her ceiling, glowing faintly. She looks beautifully pale in the dim lights of the room. “I don’t feel anything.” She turns to meet your stare.
“Give it like ten. It’ll kick in.” There’s a moment's silence where she stares at you and you stare back, not awkwardly. When you’d met, Abby had seemed closed off, mysterious, and a little mean if you were honest. The rest of the town seemed to share this opinion, brandishing her as some kind of wild child, who couldn’t be bothered. You wonder if any of them had ever known how sensitive she could be. How kind, interesting, and alluring.
“Your parents don’t care if you smoke in the house?” You question softly. An image of Pierre storming into the room and catching you appears in your mind, it sends shivers down your spine.
“They don’t know. I mean, they don’t come into my room ever, and I burn a lot of incense so you can’t smell it. As long as we aren’t too loud they won’t question anything.” She replies. There’s another silence. Your head grows heavy, and then the weight slides down the rest of your body.
“Woah.” You whisper and Abby turns to grin at you.
“Yeah?” She giggles, teasing in her voice. You giggle back at her and nod. She reaches out somewhere, and then the pen is back in her hand. She takes a long breath, swishes the smoke around in her mouth, opens her mouth to inhale the smoke back through her nose, not taking her eyes off of you. You feel like you could cum just from that.
You stare at her face some more, mouth falling open in appreciation at how beautiful she is. The smooth curve of her lips, the fullness of her eyebrows, her bright green eyes stare back at you in equal intensity. You reach your hand out dumbly to take the pen, hands brushing as you do so. Your chest tingles.
You take a moderate inhale and exhale slowly, eyes still locked on hers. You cough, it makes the corner of Abby’s lips turn up, but she doesn’t laugh. The weight spreading through your body eases, gathering in your chest, blood pumping in your ears faintly.
“Do you ever want to leave here?” The question falls easily from your lips. Abby furrows her brow in thought for a moment before replying.
“Maybe. I definitely did as a kid, it gets boring in a town of 30 pretty quickly. Less so as I got older ‘cause of Seb and Sam, but it’s never fully gone away.” Her tone turns sincere. "You help.” Your eyelids feel heavy, hers look it.
“I help?” You're whispering, you didn’t even mean to say it out loud.
“Yeah. I mean, it’s not exactly great being the third wheel all the time. You’re the fourth wheel.” She laughs at herself. “Or like, there are no more wheels. Sam has Seb, and I have you.” Her voice rasps at the last part. You consider the weight of her words. If you and Abby were a perfect mirror of Sam and Sebastian, you’d have to be girlfriends.
“And we’re…” You should really stop talking. This is your biggest fear, but it feels so right, and you’re too high to filter your words. “Friends?” You ask, and the clear question shifts the room, there’s a tension between you now. Maybe it’d always been there. Her face is inches away from yours.
There’s a long beat of silence, and if you were sober it'd probably be nervous, but it’s not. It feels calm and certain. She reaches up to cradle your face, fingers smoothing over your cheek. Her hand is cold against your heated skin. You lean into the touch.
She considers you for a moment, before she suddenly closes the gap and kisses you.
It’s quick and soft, and entirely unexpected but somehow not. Abby swallows, she looks nervous again, her eyes darting around your face to try and gauge your reaction. You don’t want her to get the wrong idea, so you launch yourself at her, fingers grasping the back of her head as you kiss her passionately.
She pulls away to gasp, her smile is wide and unhinged, she looks between your lips and your eyes rapidly before reconnecting your mouths. She's pushing so hard you fall backwards again, back to the mattress, and she takes the opportunity to straddle you, thighs warm against your waist as they grind down on to you. She shoves her tongue in between your lips and presses until you let her in. She tastes like metal.
She breaks away with hands bracketing your head. Purple hair cascades down around you, tickling your cheek. “Is this okay?” Abby whispers, her voice is heavy and direct. You nod dumbly at her.
“Yeah. Yes. Better than okay, really.” You think numbly that you sound awkward and inexperienced, and that she’s going to get off of you now, kick you out to walk home in shame. She just stares.
“I want to try something.” Her hand leaves the mattress to slide down to your hip, squeezing for a moment before sliding beneath the waistband of your jeans, just slightly, teasing. “Is that okay?”
“Yes.” You murmur, and she slides down slowly until her face is even with your hips. She undoes the button of your jeans with deft hands, hooks a thumb in the loophole, and yanks them down. Cool air meets your burning skin and you squirm. She lowers her mouth, and presses a soft kiss to your hip. You whimper at the contact.
She kisses around your hips a bit more, soft and chaste, before choosing a spot nearer to the inside of your left thigh, and sucking. The sensation sends immediate warmth to your stomach, and you resist the urge to moan.
Her tongue draws circles around the area, before moving to a spot right on the hem of your underwear. She repeats the process there, it sends little sparks down into your crotch. You writhe on the bed for a second, one of her hands reaches back up, grips your hip and pushes you back down. Her tongue licks a stripe up your underwear, warm and heavy, creating friction where it shoves against the slit of your cunt, and you moan deep in your throat with your lips still pressed closed.
“Shhhhh…”Abby whispers, and hooks her fingers into the band of your underwear, looking up at you through her bangs, asking permission. She looks fucking filthy like this, mouth pressed down on your cunt while her eyes stare up at you wide and sultry. You take a deep breath, and nod.
You shiver when your underwear reaches your ankles, all of you exposed to her now. Her pupils dilate, she stares down at your exposed cunt hungrily, lowers her mouth down. She licks another stripe up your slit, this time it’s even more electrifying, without the barrier of your underwear. Her tongue pokes at your clit, and you fist your hands in the sheets. Saliva pools around the sensitive area as she licks over it, over and over, slow and patient. The patience is what drives you over.
Your fists release the sheets and jump down to thread into soft purple hair. You feel her smile against you. You move her head up and down, her tongue moves with her, faster and faster. Heat and friction are building up steadily, your back arches further into the mattress, the center off your spine off the bed now. It builds and builds, and you hadn’t registered how fast your breathing had grown, your lips are parted and shallow breaths are coming quicker now, hot air moving in and out.
Suddenly, she takes control one final time and presses her tongue firmly against your clit, harsher than ever before, and then the heat explodes across your entire lower body, your legs spasm and you cum with her mouth pressed against you. It’s a mind numbing pleasure, which combined with your peaking high is enough to leave you with your eyes rolled back in your head for several long seconds.
When you finally come down from the orgasm you go limp, suddenly tired deep in your bones the way only an orgasm can leave you. There’s a damp sweat building at your temples that you hadn’t noticed before. Your breathing evens back out slowly. The plastic stars on the ceiling glow faintly.
Abby crawls up the bed to lay her head on your shoulder. Her legs, suddenly bare, wrap around yours and trap you. You flop your head to the side to stare at her. She brushes hair out of your face. “I was okay?” She whispers, and you laugh at her. Maybe there’s a distant feeling of, Holy shit Abby just ate me out, but you can’t reach it, senses worn down leaving you exhausted and content.
“I think I saw Yoba.” It’s her turn to laugh as she reaches down to pull the covers over you both. She kisses you once more on the lips and snuggles into your side for the night.