Archive-name: Fantasy/falang03.txt
Archive-author: T.F.Yank
Archive-title: 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.

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