The Adventures of Abigail Pt. 05

During all of this my friendship with Jenni deepened. We started hanging out more and more. And as much as I wanted to see Emmy, our paths just did not cross. I was afraid she would be jealous or upset with me for spending so much time with Jenni. But if she was it didn't show. At the sitz Emmy and I caught up during break. She was living in a small apartment with one of the bass players – a gay man. She said she thought it was the best arrangement that could ever be made and seemed very happy. I was happy for her and told her about my living arrangements and about my odd roommates. She was sympathetic. I didn't tell her about the arrangement with Kirsten – the "I'm her sex slave whenever we are home alone" part of the arrangement. There would be time for that later I figured. I did introduce her to Jenni, who was her lovely and bubbly, if a bit ditzy self. Emmy seemed charmed. I also told her that the Baron had been hitting on me. I was actually a little hurt that she didn't seem to care. Later as we were getting ready to leave the orchestra personnel manager come up to me and handed me a note. It was an invitation to come over to her new apartment on Sunday afternoon. Her roommate would be gone boating, she would be alone. I stood by the door and caught her eye and smiled and nodded as I left. She acted as though she wasn't looking but she smiled.

All this time the relationship with Kirsten was getting a bit difficult and I wasn't sure I would be able to continue with this indefinitely. I knew I was stuck for the moment. But Kirsten was completely demanding whenever we were home. She didn't seem to care if I was gone or how much I was gone, but when I was home she expected me to undress and service her with my tongue whenever she wanted – no matter what I was doing. Now this was only during the time when she and I were alone, but since our schedules tended to coincide whenever I was home, she was home. The orchestra schedule was completely different so my relationship with them was more like ships passing in the night. I knew that I would have to have a talk with her at some time to set up some ground rules as I was finding this constant servitude to be difficult to bear. It's not that I didn't like the sex – I did. But I also needed some time to myself occasionally.