0 comments/ 39323 views/ 0 favorites Awakening of Angel By: sir_shmergin Chapter 1 He was sitting in the library, when he looked up and saw her for the first time. It was as though, he had been struck between the eyes with a bolt of lighting. Her hair was blonde and hung just below her shoulders. Her skin was pale and blemish-free: an oval face, with sparkling green eyes and red full lips. Rick guessed her to be in her mid-forties. She was a little thicker around the waist than he normally liked a woman. But, there was a spark in her eyes that drew him to her, as no woman had. Immediately he thought of an angel. Rick was a Dominate male and had been with many women in his 35 years. This one however, just pierced his brain and would not let go. Angel was the name his mind had given her and he decided right then, that it was the only name he would use. There was no doubt in his mind that he would approach, pursue and win her love. She looked like an ordinary middle aged woman, but he could tell, even from across the room, that she had a passion building in her that had to be released. It was in her eyes. The windows to the soul never lie. Rick watched her as she sat down. Her head bending down, giving her full attention to the book she had set on the table. With her eyes gone from his sight, Rick stood and walked to her table. When he stood across from her she didn't even glance up. He stood there and stared at her face for a full minute before Angel looked up. When she did, it was slowly and she didn't really meet his eyes. "Yes, she is so delightfully shy…I knew it," he thought to himself, while his face expressed nothing. What he said was, "Hello, my name is Rick." She looked up and saw a man who had a kind smile but a hard face. Very long dark hair and fierce blue eyes, a man that was self assured and afraid of nothing. 5 foot 10 inches tall, with broad shoulders and a flat stomach, his only real flaw was that he had no ass at all, although Angel didn't know that yet. Rick was clean-shaven and had a square jaw. But the thing Angel noticed most was his penetrating eyes, which seemed to look right into her soul. "Hello," she whispered and blushed. "I saw you from across the room. Do you mind if I sit"? Not waiting for answer, he sat down and asked, " What are you reading." Her face turned a deeper red. She said nothing but turned the book over, to show him the title. It was, "The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty " by Anne Rice. "That's a wonderful book." "Oh you've read it," she asked in a whispered voice. "Not only that, but I own a copy of it, as well as the other two in that series," Rick replied. "Oh," was all she said. "Have you read that book before"? He asked her. Her face reddened even more and she said, "Umm…no." "I see," He said. "Well I am sure you will enjoy it, though that is not the kind of book one usually reads at the library." She put her head down and said. "I…I guess." Rick allowed himself a smile and said, "Let me guess you were afraid to buy it at a bookstore, because you didn't want to face the clerk." "Umm…kind of" "I understand, thank you for speaking with me. It was a pleasure to have met you," Rick said. He got up and extended his hand. Angel looked directly in to his eyes for the first time and timidly raised her hand to touch his. When their hands touched, Angel felt a tingle in her loins that made her heart jump. Rick nodded a goodbye, turned and walked away from her going toward the door. Angel watched him walk away. She could feel the warmth of his touch on her hand. She thought to herself, " You're a fool, you silly woman. The most intriguing man you ever met just introduced himself to you, you acted like an idiot and now he's gone." You are destined to be alone until you die." She felt tears beginning to form in her eyes Angel went back to her book, trying to immerse herself in Anne Rice's Beauty novel. She succeeded and 20 minutes later, Angel's mind was lost in the fair Beauty's struggle to become the slave of her gallant prince. So Immersed was she, that when the Rick returned, dropping a shopping bag from Dalton's Books in front of her, she nearly jumped out of her seat. Rick smiled down at her and said, "I took the liberty of buying the entire series for you. I hope that you enjoy them." Then he abruptly, turned and walked away giving no chance for Angel to reply, let alone close her mouth. When Angel snapped out of her startled trance, she quickly opened the shopping bag. She discovered that indeed there were the three novels in Anne Rice's 'Beauty' series. Angel opened the first one, the one she had a copy of on the table, and saw Rick had written something on the inside jacket. My dear Angel, Never be afraid to follow your passion. It's what makes us alive! Please call me, Rick Under his name he had written a phone number. This is how Rick and Angel met. Chapter 2 The thoughts that occupied Angel's mind on her way home, was Rick's face and the fact that he had referred to her as Angel. "Angel," She said out loud smiling. "What a wonderful word." She thought to herself. She much preferred it to her real name, which was Sara. Sara felt herself grow moist as she worked her way though traffic. She just had to get home soon. All she wanted to do was get out of her confining clothes and touch herself. So aroused was she by the meeting, that she reached down and touched her sex over her pants. "God I'll never make it home," she thought, "I'm going to climax right here." Sara had not had sex for almost ten years. Her sexual pleasure came exclusively from masturbation. And, for the last five of those years, masturbation had become a daily occurrence. It was not that she didn't crave a man, quite the contrary, it was she was terribly shy and lacking in confidence. She knew she needed the right man to bring her inner desires to the surface. Now as she feverishly worked her sex through her pants, she prayed that she could muster the courage to call Rick. She thought, "If I don't stop right now, I'm going to literally drive off the road" and she reluctantly removed her hand from her wanting sex. When she pulled into her driveway, Sara actually jumped out of her car and ran in the house. She carried the bag of books Rick had given her, though as one might carry a newborn baby. Sara fumbled with her keys, but finally got the door open. First, she set the package down gently on a coffee table. Next, she walked quickly to her bedroom, discarding her clothes as she went. By the time she made it to her bedroom, she was naked. Going straight to the nightstand, she opened the top drawer and took out her favorite vibrator. Made of hard plastic, it was seven inches long and 2 inches thick, she got on her knees and shoved it deep with in her. She turned to knob to high and fell forward on her chest, burying her face in the pillow and pinching her red nipples, one in each hand. She lay there thinking of Rick's face and letting the vibrator hum away inside her. As was usually the case with the vibrator on high, her climax came quickly, crashing down on her, but it was not very fulfilling. Reaching down to take the vibrator in hand, she began to fiercely ram it in and out of her sex, as though she was trying to ward off demons. Driving the vibrator harshly, she came again. Unrewarding as this was, it still offered some release to her desires. Her stroke with the dildo was short and compact, moving only an inch in and out. She continued working the dildo, but she knew she would not cum again, continuing more out of frustration than pleasure. With in a few minutes she gave up and just lay there under the sheets, burying her face in the pillow. Tears formed in her eyes, as she drifted off to sleep. Suddenly she found herself in what appeared to be a large box. The only light was coming from a crack in the ceiling. When she spread out her arms and reached she could just barely touch each side with her fingertips. The walls were cold and hard. Sara was not scared but desperately wanted out. She had to get out. Stretching her hands above her head as far as they would go, Sara could just get one fingertip on the ceiling. It was made of a paper and had a tiny slit in it. She couldn't get a grip to rip the paper further, no matter how hard she tried. "Jump…jump," Sara screamed desperately in her head. She could not jump. It was impossible. Unable to reach the ceiling and the walls impenetrable her body slumped to the floor and she whispered, "help," as tears ran down her face. Awakening of Angel Ch. 2 When Sara woke, she thought, "What on odd dream." Getting out of bed she put it out of her mind and took a long hot shower. As the hot water cascaded over her naked body, she again thought of her brief meeting with Rick. She thought of how she would get the courage to call him. Shower done, she dried herself in front of the mirror and asked herself, "Listen girl, you will call this man. You will find the courage and you will do it now." Sara took a deep breath, took her robe from the hook on the door and left the bathroom. She walked to her room, sat on the bed and with trembling hands she reached for the phone. Her heart felt as if it would burst though her breast as she tapped out the numbers. When she heard the phone ring, she felt as if she was going to faint. One ring, (he's not home), second ring (hang up you fool), third ring (please don't be home), fourth ring (oh shit, oh shit), fifth ring... "Hello." "Umm...hello...Rick," Sara stammered into the phone. Smiling to himself, Rick answered, "Yes Angel, it's me. I am surprised, yet pleased that you called. I was expecting you to call after you had read the books. Are you a speed reader?" "Umm...no. I have read them all before. I don't know why I said I hadn't, I'm sorry. I was just wasting my day off re-reading them. Thank you very much, though for the copies. I didn't own copies of them. It was very kind of you." "Well your very welcome, my dear. But, you must never lie to me again." "Yes Sir," Sara said immediately, though why she said it and so quickly she wasn't sure. Rick let her reply go and just went on, saying, "I am simply grinning from ear to ear. I am so happy that you called. Tell me Angel, what did you think of Ms. Rice's version of the fair Sleeping Beauty?" "Well I...I though it was... very nice." Rick laughed out loud and said, "Yes, I'm sure you did Angel." "Umm, why do you keep calling me Angel? My name is Sara and are you making fun of me?" "Not at all, Angel. I am calling you that because when I saw you earlier today, that was the word that popped into my mind. I will call you Sara if you prefer, but I will think of you as Angel. Let me ask you something now. Do you have a boyfriend or husband"? Sara replied, "No I don't." "Wonderful!" Now it was Sara's turn to laugh and she said, "Oh, you think so, do you? Now I know your making fun of me." "I was not, nor will I make fun of you, dear. I am just happy to hear that you are not seeing anyone right now. I was not referring to the fact that you seem to be without a lover. I would very much like to see you again, Angel," Rick replied sincerely. Sara was positively shaking now and her heart would soon burst from her chest. She was feeling so much excitement and nervousness at the same time. Her entire body felt as if it were on fire. The phone shook in her hand when she said, "I umm...I would like that very much." "Good. Do you work? And do you live alone," he asked. "Yes. I am a secretary at the sheriff's office." Rick laughed again. It was a smooth uninhibited laugh, which suggested he laughed often. He said still chuckling, "I like the way you so casually let that out, Angel, as if to ward off a potential psychopath." Sara found herself beginning to relax a little, as the sound of his voice and laugh melted into her. "Well, Rick you never know." And, with that she found herself laughing too. "By the way, are you going to keep calling me Angel"? "Yes," he said. "Even if I don't want you to call me that," she asked. "Yes, though, I know that you do want me to call you Angel." "You're right," she giggled, "I love it." "My God," she thought, "I'm actually giggling like a teenager. Next I'll be passing him notes." Rick laughed, "Someday you will think of yourself as angel." "What do you mean," She asked. "Nothing. Anyway, are you free tomorrow night? I want to see you soon." "I get home from work about 5:30, after that I'm free." "Excellent. Give me your address and do you have a dark blue dress," He asked. After giving him her address Sara said, "I have a blue dress, why"? "I want you to wear it. It will go nicely with your green eyes. I will pick you up at 7:30, OK"? "OK, Rick, I'll be here." "Goodbye, Angel." "Good bye, Rick." When Sara hung-up the phone, she felt wonderful. Younger, more alive than she had in a long time, Sara was absolutely giddy. It was amazing to her, how well she felt. She did not know how she would get through the next 24 hours. Going into her closet, she pulled out the blue dress and tried it on. Looking in the mirror, she noticed the way the front plunged down revealing a great deal of cleavage. Also, she had never noticed before, but Rick had been right, the blue dress set off her sparkling green eyes quite well. "The man knows his colors, that's for sure," she thought to herself. Sara realized that she didn't have the body of a super model, nor a Kmart ad model for that matter, but the dress did accentuate her best features. It displayed her breasts nicely and the cut did much to hide her rounded waist. The length was a few inches above the knees, which was good as she the firm hard legs of an athlete. When she finished her examination of herself and the dress, she carefully removed it and hung it on the doorknob, so it would be there when she was ready tomorrow night. Looking in the mirror now at her naked body, she wished she knew a magical way to lose 15 pounds by tomorrow night. But she thought to herself, "He has seen me as I am and he seems to want me, so maybe I'm not as bad as I think I am. I'll leave it for him to decide." The next night at 7 PM, Sara was a basket case. She had spent the day at work convincing herself that seeing Rick was a terrible idea. All day long she had misfiled folders typed badly and had been flat out unable to perform with her usual efficiency. The job, which she took great pride in doing well, just wasn't on her mind today. The wonderful feelings that she had the previous day, after talking to Rick, had now, 24 hours later, completely eluded her. Now, Sara could get over how fat she looked in the mirror. "God, who would want me," she thought. "I am making a horrible mistake. That man, who will be here in less than a half-hour, is way to good looking for me...but god do I want him. I want to be his. I want to be his slave. I want to worship him as my god. Oh shut up you silly woman. Do not start thinking about your perverted fantasies. The only people who think about what you want are freaks and perverts. It's only story book fodder." While Sara fought with herself and her own perceived perversions, the clock was ticking and she hurriedly continued dressing. At 7:20 she was finished with her face. She took one more, long look in the mirror and said out loud, "You will calm down right now and smile. This might be the man you have always dreamed of, and you will not ruin it by being so frightened." Slowly a smile to spread across her face, as the doorbell rang. "This is it," she sighed and took a deep breath. To Be Continued...