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Fallen Angel -
3
Anggie reached
for a napkin and gently wiped the tears from my face.
"Seems to me, it was a matter of pride and ego getting in
the way. I'm
sure if you went back and apologised, you'd find Ellie is just
as
miserable as you."
"I can't go back. She's there with Karen, her queer
lover," I said,
surprised by the bitterness in my voice.
"Now you're not being fair. You assume that because
she and this
Karen were once lovers, she meant to sleep with her to spite
you. Ellie
was probably as hurt as you, and just wanted to be with someone
who
cared."
I knew Anggie was probably right. But still, I couldn't
face Ellie.
Not with Karen there, not tonight. I said as much to Anggie.
"Well, you'll need some place to stay tonight. You
can't very well
sleep in your car. I'd invite you home with me, but I don't
think you
and my roommates would appreciate one another. Least, not just
yet."
She had actually considered me staying with her tonight?
I felt a
stirring between my legs at the idea of sleeping with her. And
then
promptly chastised myself for having such lewd thoughts. I mean,
she was
just concerned about me and only trying to be helpful. And here
I was
thinking of her as if she was some kind of whore.
Again, I felt myself blush. To avoid looking at her, I
quickly
drained the last of the coffee. The touch of her fingers on
my hand
burned stronger. I had this sudden urge to hold her in my arms
and kiss
her. I could almost feel her mouth pressed tight against mine.
"Why don't we take a walk?" she asked. "The
fresh air will do you
good."
I raise a hand to my lips. The feel and taste of her luscious
lips
seemed as real as if we had actually kissed.
"Come on, let's go," she said, standing.
As if enthraled, I followed her to the cashier and paid
for the
coffees. We left the restaurant and started to walk. I had
no idea
where we were, but she seemed to know the neighborhood.
After walking several blocks, we found ourselves at an entrance
to a
park. I hesitated, not feeling comfortable going in there at
night.
As if she read my thoughts, she said, "Come on. It's
safe. I quite
often come here alone at night." Feeling a bit foolish,
I followed her.
Once we entered the park, it became darker, blacker. The
street
lights were blocked by the trees. I could just barely make out
her
silhouette. She took hold of my hand and led us deeper into
the park.
Suddenly she stopped. As if getting her bearings, she stood
absolutely still for a moment. "This way," she said
as she plunged into
the trees.
I stumbled after her, trying not to run into a tree or bush.
How
she could see in all this blackness amazed me. I was about to
ask her to
slow down when we came to a clearing.
God, it was beautiful. A small lake... well actualky it
was more
like a large pond... stood in the center of the clearing. A
full moon
filled the area with brightness that gave everything a silvery
glow. As
I looked at Anggie, her pale, translucent skin seemed to grow
brighter.
"Isn't it beautiful here?" she asked, staring
up at the moon.
While she described the beauty of nature around us, I only
saw her.
I had been so taken by her angelic face and those mysterious
grey eyes, I
hadn't really noticed the rest of her.
She was slender, but not skinny. She came up to about my
chin. I
figured that made her about 5'6". Her midnight black hair
cascaded
softly to just below her shoulders. Small, pert breasts, a narrow
waist,
and slender, almost boyishly narrow hips sat atop a pair of long,
shapely
legs.
She was still talking as I reached out a hand to cup her
face. As
she turned to me, I leaned down and brushed my lips softly against
hers.
When she did not move away, I pressed my mouth tighter against
her. Her
lips partly slightly, and I took this as my cue to slip my tongue
into
her warm, moist mouth.
It was as if I was kissing a live, electrical wire. A current
of
excitement coursed through my body. I felt her melt against
me, as she
wrapped her arms around my neck. Her tongue met mine, and again
I felt
an electric charge pass between us.
Suddenly it was if I was caught in some kind of weird feedback
loop.
An intense pleasure
seemed to pass between us, increasing in strength
with each cycle. The world receded from my awareness, replaced
by her
warm body, tightly pressed against mine.
One hand pressed tightly against the back of her head, the
other
moved down across her back until it came to rest on her firm
buttocks. I
was surprised at the hardness of her as I gently kneaded one
nether cheek
through the fabric of her dress. She reciprocated by dropping
a hand to
my waist and pulling me tighter against her stomach. My penis,
now fully
erect, tingled with the contact.
I was finding it very difficult to breath. It was if she
was
sucking the air from my lungs. Her tongue filled my mouth completely,
searching, exploring. I experienced a mixture of relief and
regret when
she finally broke our kiss.
I felt a shiver run through her body as she buried her face
in my
chest. Still caught in that feedback loop, I, too, shivered.
I nuzzled
my face in her hair, an earthy aroma filling my nostrils. Sheepishly,
realizing my hand still grasped her buttock, I moved it up to
the small
of her back.
I stood very still, not daring to move for fear of breaking
the
spell that bound us. When Anggie finally broke our embrace and
moved
away, my heart skipped a beat. It was as if suddenly I had lost
a part
of me. Involuntarily, I reached out to her and drew her back
into my
embrace.
She looked up into my face and smiled. The moonlight,
reflected in
her eyes, made them seem shiny, feverish. Her lips appeared
swollen as
if our kiss had in some manner abused them. Her hand caressed
my cheek,
leaving a burning trail in its path.
"Oh Chris, that was beautiful," she said softly.
"I haven't felt
like that in a long, long time."
I lightly kissed her forehead in response. She grasped
my face and
tilted it downward until our lips brushed. Thinking she wanted
me to
kiss her again, I pressed my mouth against hers.
But I was wrong. She pressed my head further downward.
My lips
brushed against her throat. My tongue lightly licked the skin
in the
small hollow at the base of her neck. I traced the outline of
her
collarbone, first in one direction, and then in the other.
I felt her hand push its way between us. I moved to give
her room,
all the while maintaining my contact with her throat. I could
feel her
unbuttoning the top of her dress. My mouth and tongue moved
down to the
newly exposed skin, licking and kissing the creamy flesh.
Suddenly impatient with her slowness, I pushed the top of
her dress
down over her shoulders. I marvelled at the whiteness of her
exposed
skin. Reaching behind her, I undid the clasps holding her bra.
I pushed
the straps down over her shoulders, and roughly pulled her breasts
free
of the confining cups. |