Abigail's Big Idea

It was a bright, crisp morning as Abigail, Katie, Jessica, and Pauline strolled leisurely down the bustling main street of their affluent suburban town. The girls, clad in their designer clothes and oversized sunglasses, stood out like a sore thumb amidst the sea of ordinary folk going about their humdrum lives. They were the epitome of beauty and wealth, the object of envy and desire for every boy and girl in their high school.

Abby was a stylish blonde, with bright green eyes, a beach body and C-cup breasts that were perfect for her toned, athletic frame. Katie, the shortest of the girls, was a spitfire redhead. She was barely five feet tall, weighed less than a hundred pounds soaking wet, with C-cup breasts and a heart-shaped ass made for grabbing. Jessica, who had black hair and blue eyes, was of middle height, being shorter than Abby but taller than Katie, but also had the smallest breasts of the four. Her boobs were A-cups, and though they were pert and perky, she was often self-conscious of them. Pauline, the last of their little group, was a spicy Latina girl with caramel-colored skin, dark hair and brown eyes that were almost black. She had D-cups and was very proud of them.

On every other day, they would be laughing and joking with each other about one thing or another. But today, as they made their way to their usual coffee shop, something seemed to be off. Abigail, usually the life of the party with her contagious laugh and charming personality, appeared lost in thought, her usually perfect makeup slightly askew and her usually impeccable posture slightly slumped.

Her three best friends, sensing that something was wrong, exchanged worried glances before falling into step beside her. "Abigail," Katie began tentatively, "what's going on? You're not your usual self today."

Abigail sighed, removing her sunglasses wearily. "I don't know, Katie. I just feel like there's something missing from my life. I mean, don't get me wrong, I have everything I've ever wanted - money, looks, popularity, but..." Her voice trailed off as she searched for the right words.

Jessica put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You know you can always talk to us, right? Whatever it is, we're here for you."

Abigail smiled weakly, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Thanks, Jess. I just feel like...I want to do something meaningful, something that really challenges me. I'm so tired of everything being handed to me on a silver platter."

The other girls exchanged surprised glances. This was a side of Abigail they had never seen before.

Then Pauline spoke up.

"Well...have you ever thought about, like, volunteering at the local animal shelter or something? I know they're always looking for people to help out, and you've always loved animals."

Abigail considered the idea for a moment before nodding slowly. "That's actually not a bad idea, Pauline. I never really thought about it before. Can you think of anything else?"

The girls continued to discuss the possibility of volunteering and brainstormed other ideas for ways Abigail could challenge herself and find meaning in her life. As they walked, they passed by the local park where a group of young children were playing in a sandbox.

Abby stopped, watching them. She watched the children laugh and run around and saw how their parents played with them, cared for them, nurtured them. Something about it tugged at her in a way she couldn't describe.

A strange look came over her face. Her hand strayed to her belly.

"You know," she said thoughtfully, "I think I just found the perfect idea. It might sound crazy, but it could be just what I'm looking for." Her friends exchanged curious glances as she continued, "I think I'll get pregnant."

The silence that followed was deafening.

Katie was the first to break it. "Abigail..." she asked slowly. "are you serious? You want to be a mom? At eighteen?'

Abigail nodded, a determined look in her eye. "Why not? Do you think I'd be a bad one?"

"Well, no, but..."

"I think it would give my life a new purpose," Abby went on. "It would be something that I could really dedicate myself to, something that would make me feel truly fulfilled."

Jessica looked a little uncomfortable, but she tried to see where Abigail was coming from. "That's a such big decision, though. Like, once you do it there's no going back. Are you sure you're ready for that kind of responsibility?"

"Of course I am," Abigail replied confidently. "I know I could give a child the best life possible. I just need to find the right person to do it with."

Pauline raised an eyebrow. "So you want...what? A husband?"

Abigail shook her head. "Honestly, no. I don't really need one for what I want to do. I don't want child support or any, like, emotional bullshit, I just need a sperm donor and I'll be up front with him about that."

The other girls exchanged glance, trying to process what Abigail had just said. Her mind was clearly made up, but they still couldn't help but feel a bit protective of her.

"Are you sure you don't want to think about this for a while, Abigail?" Katie insisted. "Aren't you afraid of what your parents or what other people will say if you get pregnant? Everyone will think you're a slut."

"Oh, please," Pauline sneered. "Abby's parents are never home, and even if they were, they wouldn't give a shit."

Abigail's mouth set in a firm line. "I don't care what they think or what anyone else thinks. I am a legal adult, I can do what I want with my life and my body. And I want to have a baby. This is my choice and my decision. Besides, it's not like I can't afford one, what with my trust fund and all. All of us have way more than enough money to have babies and still live comfortably. I know I can give my baby the life it deserves."

As they neared the end of their walk, the girls decided to head to a nearby coffee shop to discuss the matter further. They settled into a cozy booth, sipping on their drinks and debating the merits of Abigail's plan. After a while, Pauline, who had initially been skeptical, surprisingly found herself warming up to the idea.

"You know, I've always thought about having kids someday myself," she confessed. "But the idea of doing it alone, or with some random guy, is kind of terrifying. Maybe...maybe if we all did it together, we could support each other through the whole thing."

Katie nodded slowly. "That's an interesting idea, Pauline. I mean, I've never really thought about kids much, but I'm not opposed to the idea. And honestly...the more I think about it, the more Abby's right. It sure as hell sounds more fulfilling than what we've been doing so far. It's not like we can keep partying, drinking and screwing forever. And if we did it together, we could share the load, you know? We could help each other and keep each other strong."

Jessica nodded in agreement. "I mean, it's not like we'd be strangers or anything, right? We've all known each other for years. We could be like one big extended family, raising our kids as siblings!"

Abigail's face lit up at their support. "Exactly. We could be there for each other, through the pregnancies, the childbirths, and everything after that. We could make sure that none of us feel alone in this."

The idea of doing something so monumental together was appealing to all of them. There was a certain sense of solidarity to it, and the more Abby's friends thought about it, the more they agreed that their own lives had become boring, stale and unfulfilling, and having babies together made the prospect seem far less daunting than if they did it by themselves. The more they talked about their budding, crazy plan, the more they began to feel confident about their ability to make it work.

"So...we're agreed, then?" Abby asked. "We all agree to go through with this?"

Her friends nodded, one after another. They all knew there was no going back, but they also felt a growing thrill at the life-altering implications of what they were doing.

"I'm in," said Katie.

"Me too," chirped Jessica.

"Me three," added Pauline. "Count on it!"

"Then I think we should start by deciding on a sperm donor," Abigail suggested. "Should we each use different guys, or do we want the same guy to impregnate all four of us?"

Katie considered that for a second. "I vote to use the same guy," she said. "It'd make it way more intimate and special if we all did it together, and knowing our babies all share the same father will only link us more closely together."

"You're just a depraved sex fiend who wants to try a foursome," Pauline laughed.

"That too," confirmed Katie without a shred of remorse.

"What about you, Jessica?" Abby asked. "Are you okay with that?"

Jessica shrugged. 'Yeah, I'm cool with it. Doesn't make much difference to me one way or the other, honestly. But the question is, who should we choose to do it with? Some stranger?"

"Ugh. No." Pauline made a face. "What if we wind up choosing some creep or something? No, I think it should be someone we're at least a little familiar with--not like a boyfriend or anything, but someone whose name and face we know."

Abigail grinned. "I think I have a someone like that in mind already. His name is Jason Wellesley and he's in my English literature class at school. He's cute, in a plain sort of way."

"I think I know who you're talking about," said Jessica. "I've seen him around a few times. He's, like, really quiet and soft-spoken, and he's so shy there's no way he'd make us feel unsafe or uncomfortable."

"He sounds like a good choice," Pauline agreed. "I mean, he's probably just awkward, not some creep. And even if he's not, like, super-handsome, he can't be bad-looking if Abigail's the one nominating him."

"But how will we approach him?" interjected Katie. "And when? We've got to, like, time it just right, you know?"

"Well..." Abigail bit her lip. "I can't talk to him in class, because I don't want anyone overhearing. I want to keep this all quiet, at least until our pregnancies start to show. And I can't just show up at his house because, one, it's creepy, and two, I don't want his parents to hear us either. I'm not worried at all about how mine will react--they're gone most of the time anyway--but Jason's might really freak out." She frowned. "I think the best time would be right after school, when everyone's leaving. That way, I can approaching him when he's alone without anyone noticing."

"Abby's always the girl with the plan," Jessica teased. "Sounds good to me!"

"No objections here either," added Katie.

"I hope it goes well," Pauline said, giving Abby an encouraging hug. "We'll be rooting for you and we'll stay behind too, so you can tell us how he reacts right away."

The following morning, Abigail awoke with butterflies in her stomach. It was a feeling that stayed with her throughout the entire day, and indeed, only grew worse as the afternoon waned. Her friends were all very encouraging, and did their best to help her muster her courage, but she still felt her heart start pounding every time she thought about it. It was a very strange and new sensation. As one of the most beautiful girls in school, being nervous about talking to a guy wasn't something Abby experienced before. But she was able to hold it together until the dismissal bell ring for the day. As soon as it did she hurried out to the parking lot to find Jason. It didn't take long for her to track him down.

As she walked up behind him, she fought the urge to giggle. He was standing there with his head bowed, one hand shoved deep into his pocket, the other fumbling with his car keys. He looked so cute and vulnerable that Abigail couldn't help but feel protective of him.

"Hey, Jason," she said, trying to sound casual as she approached. He jumped at the sound of her voice, almost dropping his keys in surprise. "Sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to startle you. I just wanted to talk to you for a minute." He glanced up at her, his cheeks flushing a bright red.

"Oh, um, sure," he stammered. "What about?"

She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation ahead. "It's about... well, it's about something really important decision I've decided to do. And I thought... I thought maybe you could help me."

He looked confused now. "Me? How could I help you with something like that?"

Abigail smiled reassuringly. "It's about something really special," she said, "something that could change my life, and the lives of my friends, forever."

Jason's eyes widened. "Oh," he said, his voice barely audible. "What, um, do you have in mind?"

Well, Jason, it's like this," Abigail began, searching for the right words. "Me and my friends, we've all been feeling kind of lost lately. We're not really sure what we want to do with our lives after high school, and we just feel like we're stuck in this rut of drinking and partying. We've been talking about it, and we decided that we want to do something meaningful, something that will really make a difference."

She paused, studying him carefully before she continued. "We talked about a lot of different options," she said, "but in the end, we all decided that we wanted to start a family together. Not in the traditional sense, of course, but by having children of our own. We also decided that we'd like all our babies to have the same father...and we'd like that to be you."

Jason paled. His expression was one of utter shock and disbelief. "Me?" he asked.

Abigail nodded. "We think you'd be perfect for us. You're smart, kind, and sweet. You seem like you'd make a great sperm donor."

He blushed again, looking away. "I'm...flattered, I guess," he said, "but I'm not sure what you want me to say. I mean, this is a big deal. I'm not even sure if I'm ready for something like that myself."

Abigail placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "We understand," she assured him. "We don't expect anything from you, Jason, if you're worried about child support and things like that. We just want to give you the opportunity to be a part of something truly amazing. If you choose not to do it, we'll respect that. But we wanted to at least ask."

He looked at her, his expression softening. "It's just..." he stammered, searching for the words. "I mean, this is really overwhelming, I never...I never expected anything like this, I didn't even know you knew I existed! Can I...have some time to think about it? To just, like, process it and stuff?"

"Of course," Abigail replied, her voice gentle. "We completely understand. Take all the time you need." She took his hand and scribbled something on it. "Here's my number. When you've reached a decision, let me know okay? Do us a favor, though, and don't tell anyone about this. We're not ready for anyone else to know. Do I have your word?"

They stood there in silence for a moment, the weight of Jason's decision hanging between them. Finally, he let out a long breath and looked her in the eye. "You have my word," he said. "I'll think about it, and if I decide I want to do this, I'll let you know."

"And that's why we want you," Abigail said with a wink. "You're so serious and mature. Not like other guys." She wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. "We appreciate you hearing us out. More than you know." With that, she turned on her heel, leaving him alone in the parking lot as he waved after her awkwardly.

Jason got in his car, his thoughts racing. On one hand, he was flattered by their proposal and the trust they'd placed in him. He didn't want to disappoint them, but he also needed to be sure he wasn't signing up for anything he wasn't prepared to do.

Abigail, meanwhile, returned to her friends. Katie, Pauline and Jessica were all nervous with excitement. "Well?" Pauline asked eagerly. "How did it go? What'd he say?"

Abigail smiled. "I think it went well," she said, her voice filled with confidence. "Jason was really nice, and he seemed to understand what we were asking. He didn't freak out or have a panic attack when I told him what we wanted, he just said he'd think about it and let us know."

"Do you think he'll say yes?" Katie asked.

Abigail thought about it, then nodded firmly. "I do. I just know he'll want to be a part of it. Besides, what guy would pass up the opportunity to fuck all four of us at the same time?" She winked, causing the other girls to giggle lasciviously.

Jason, meanwhile, drove home in silence, his mind still spinning from the meeting. He'd never been so flattered or so confused in his life. The idea was both thrilling and terrifying, but he knew that if he didn't, he'd always wonder what could have been.

As he lay in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling, he finally made his decision. He picked up his phone and dialed her number. When she answered, her voice sounded hopeful and nervous at the same time.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's Jason," he said, his voice barely audible. "I've been thinking about what you said...and I want to do it."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before Abigail let out a shriek of joy. "Oh my God, Jason! You have no idea how happy you've made us!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with emotion. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

The other girls crowded around her, squealing and hugging her in turn. Jason could hear them on the other end of the line and even then the noise made him wince. They were all so excited that they barely noticed when Jessica accidentally spilled her drink all over the carpet. As they calmed down, Abigail came back on the line.

"So, Jason," she said, her voice more businesslike now. "When would you like to get started? My parents are out of town, as usual, so you can come over any time you like."

Jason swallowed against a throat gone suddenly dry. "I...Is Saturday okay? I would come sooner, but I have a job after school. That's the soonest I'm free."

"That'll work just fine!" Abby chirped. "It just gives us time to get ready, right girls?"

Her friends all agreed enthusiastically. Abby continued, "I'll text you my address. Can we see you around ten in the morning?"

"S-sure." Jason said. "I'll be there."

"So will we," Abigail said, her voice growing seductive before the line clicked dead.

A second later his phone buzzed with a text from Abby, giving him her address. Jason looked at it, feeling his heart beat faster at what lay in store for him.

He spent the rest of the night tossing and turning, unable to sleep. His mind raced with anticipation. He tried to picture what they would all look like naked, what their skin would feel beneath his fingertips, the taste of their lips on his tongue.

Finally, Saturday morning arrived. Jason showered and dressed carefully, wanting to make a good impression on his new "family." He arrived at the house a few minutes before ten, his heart pounding in his chest. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

Abigail, to his shock, was stark naked when she opened the door, a bright smile on her face. "Hey! Glad you could make it!" she said, taking his hand and tugging him gently inside. "Please, come in. My friends are waiting for us in the living room."

The living room, like the house itself, was massive. It was the house of a family with serious, serious money, but all of Jason's attention was on Abigail's glorious body--at least until Abigail led him into the living room, where Katie, Jessica and Pauline were waiting for him. They were lounging on a couch large enough for half a dozen people to sit comfortably and, like Abigail, they were all naked.

Jason's eyeballs bounced around like roulette balls as he tried to ogle them all at once.

"Well, Jason," Abigail purred, "don't be a stranger. Sit down. Make yourself at home."

Jason swallowed hard, feeling a mixture of desire and nervousness course through his veins. He glanced at each of the others in turn, unable to believe his luck. Katie smiled at him, her lips parted slightly, her eyes inviting. Jessica winked, her body language practically begging him to come closer. And Pauline...Pauline was lying on the couch with her head thrown back, her long hair spilling over the cushion, her breasts rising and falling with each ragged breath.