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Angela's Present

By: pointless



Disclaimer: All characters in this story engaging in any sexual activities are over the age of eighteen.


Zoey couldn't help but be happy as she sat in her bed with a young and beautiful angel curled up beside her. Hell, beautiful wasn't even the right word to describe her after the weekend they'd just spent together. Zoey couldn't even begin to think of a word to fit her and the wonderful things they'd shared over the last few days. She actually had to resist the urge to wake the young woman with a kiss and remind herself that she'd earned her rest. No, Zoey would just have to sit there and enjoy the simple pleasure of gazing upon Angela's sleeping form until she awoke on her own.

Zoey really did feel that she owed the young woman a lot. She'd given her so much over the last few days and asked for so little in return. She'd helped her reawaken feelings Zoey had almost given up for dead over the last year. She'd helped her to remember just how wonderful could sex could be when you shared it with someone you cared for and loved and she did it all without even once asking for Zoey to return the favor. Of course, Zoey had done just that with both pleasure and zeal, but she hadn't had to and that in and of itself was something special and rare.

To think that Zoey had actually passed this all up on so many occasions before was almost too much to bear. Sure, she'd had her reasons, some silly and some not so much, but after all that had happened between them they all seemed so meaningless, so ridiculous that she'd actually apologized for them several times over the course of their weekend together only to have the apologies either politely laughed off or completely ignored in favor of more shared pleasure that made Zoey completely forget anything and everything that might bother her.

The reasons were valid, though. Well, some of them were. Like the fact that they worked together. That was going to be hard come Tuesday when the holiday was over and the restaurant they both worked at re-opened. Not in that awkward, one night stand kind of a way, but still she had a feeling that she might have a hard time hiding the way she now felt towards her young friend. Not that it would be a big deal with anyone who counted since her boss just wasn't the type to care about who was fucking who as long as the customers were happy and no one was fucking around while they were on the clock. Even the more unimportant, but cattier members of the wait staff that might care would eventually get over it. They always did.

There was also the fact that Zoey had a hard time thinking of Angela as anything but that cute, young woman who lived down the hall who was willing to watch her daughter for essentially pocket change. Technically, Angela was still that girl even now as she laid sleeping so peacefully in the nude next to Zoey, but in most ways she really wasn't. Sure, she still watched Jennifer on occasion, but there was one big difference: She was no longer a cute and seemingly innocent little fifteen year old, but instead she was now a beautiful and very worldly nineteen year old who cursed like a sailor, smoked weed, drank alcohol(on occasion)and wasn't at all shy about discussing sex in all its wild and infinitely fascinating forms with just about anyone willing to listen and she'd done all of that with Zoey since she realized that she and Zoey were kindred spirits in more ways then could be easily counted.

Of course, in a lot of ways, that's what made this whole situation inevitable as well as making the line that Zoey had drawn that much more ridiculous. After all, it was Zoey who let Angela drink with her once she turned eighteen, because, damn it, as far as Zoey was concerned she was an adult and it was her right. It was also Zoey who let her smoke weed with her once they both realized they were smokers one day after Zoey came back from a rough night out with her girlfriend at the time and threw her coat on the couch in frustration and knocked over Angela's backpack as she did so and then a quarter sack of weed suddenly appeared on the floor. 

It was actually quite amusing when they both tried to ignore it and pretend it wasn't there even though they both knew the other had seen it fall to the floor. It wasn't until Zoey gave up on the charade and tried to pick it up and suddenly found herself being begged by Angela to please not tell her mother as well as apologizing for bringing it with her and swearing that she didn't smoke any of it while babysitting that Zoey finally realized that it wasn't hers. After that she couldn't help but laugh and took mercy on Angela by handing her the bag before grabbing her coat and pulling out her own quarter sack that was still snug and secure in the coat pocket. 

After that Angela relaxed quite a bit and then they had a talk where Angela assured her that she really, truly hadn't smoked any while she was watching Jennifer and explained that she'd just picked it up right before she came over. Zoey thanked for that and Angela relaxed even more and then they talked a bit before Zoey decided to call it a night as they usually did, because even then (and this was a bit before Angela's 18th birthday) Zoey actually liked Angela as a person and knew that the feeling was mutual. Still, at the time Angela was still in high school and Jennifer was asleep in the next room. Zoey may not have been the strictest of people, but she did have her limits and getting high or drunk or even over caffeinated when she was in charge of her daughter's well being, even when she was sound asleep, was just not something she did. 

It did open up their relationship quite a bit, though, and after that they definitely grew closer and eventually the inevitable happened and they smoked together. In fact, it was the same night that Zoey bought Angela a bottle of wine to celebrate her newly minted adulthood. Of course, Jennifer was with her father that week and it was hardly a night of drunken debauchery. It was a nice quiet night at Zoey's apartment with Angela and Zoey's soon to be ex-girlfriend, Carly.

That night was actually just full of milestones in their friendship because not only did it mark the first time Zoey treated Angela like a full, real equal, but it was also the night that Zoey learned exactly why Angela had kind of latched herself on to Zoey when Angela, in all innocence and completely unaware of the fact that Zoey was planning on breaking up with Carly as soon as she could, admitted somewhat absent-mindedly that she was jealous of them and then went on, in wonderful and touchingly awkward drunken soliloquy, to come out to them in a way that was both touching and heart breaking to Zoey, but somehow amusing to Carly.

Oddly, this all led directly to Zoey finally breaking it off with Carly. Not just because she was busy rolling her eyes and laughing while Zoey was encouraging her young friend and listening to her spill her heart. No, it was thanks to Carly's behavior after Angela fell asleep on the couch when Carly simply insisted on being a bitch and making fun of Angela instead of going to sleep. Why? Well, partially she was just a mean drunk, but the real problem was the fact that Zoey was not willing to let her fuck the young girl who had just spilled her heart to them.

Really, this wasn't the most unreasonable of requests on Carly's part. One of the fun things about Carly was the fact that she was quite the sexual adventurer and for awhile that was exactly what Zoey needed in her life. Sure, she'd been divorced for a few years before they'd met and she'd been out of the closet and fairly active sexually ever since, but it wasn't until Zoey met Carly that she finally allowed herself to fully open up and for awhile she'd welcomed it. All of it. The threesomes, the rough sex, the toys and the what not, but eventually it became a bit of a drag when she realized that it would never end and that Carly just wasn't the type to settle down and chill. She was just always on and she had no limits.

Zoey, however, did and one of those limits involved not taking advantage of people who'd just opened themselves up to her (even though she'd actually suspected it for quite some time before that) and who were too messed up to even maintain consciousness . Not that Carly cared as she begged and teased and whined until she realized Zoey wasn't going to bend and then she started being a cunt until Zoey got sick out of it and then the fight started. An hour and half later and Angela was wide awake again as Carly made a scene of packing up her things as Zoey kicked her out for what turned out to be the last time leaving Zoey to smoke one more joint with her young friend who then got a turn to listen to Zoey vent until the weed and tiredness made it impossible and instead the thirty year old divorcee and the then newly minted eighteen year old just ended up laughing stupidly at some dumb movie on the television before falling asleep together on the couch.

After all that Zoey's and Angela's friendship just seemed to deepen at a rapid pace, but in a purely platonic way. Really, it was almost like a big sister/little sister type of relationship except for the fact that Zoey doubted that her sisters (who were both straight as arrows and boring as hell) would have helped hook her up with any girls like Zoey helped Angela. Not too many, but definitely more than she hooked herself up with until she realized that Angela was quite capable of picking up girls all on her own. Hell, before long Angela was actually helping Zoey hook up more than Zoey was helping her. Of course, neither of them met anyone they were willing to get serious about (at least not for very long), but they didn't care. For some reason neither of them seemed to be interested in that at the time.

And, of course beyond the helping each other have sex with random and occasionally unsuspecting women, it was Zoey who helped Angela get a job waiting tables at the Backstreet. In fact, she basically made her boss give Angela a shot when one of the college girls he'd hired more for her looks than any actually ability to even do the most basic tasks required of her job was caught stealing from the till. He refused at first because he was kind of pissed at himself for thinking with his penis and wanted to make amends by hiring someone with actual experience waiting tables. Zoey, however, managed to convince him otherwise by promising to train her herself and then personally vouched for her young friend by swearing that she'd even pay for any dishes she might break. When that didn't work she hinted that she might leave herself and try out the new place that had opened up just down the road and he finally caved with the added condition that she get her ass back to work and leave him the fuck alone before he changed his mind and let her try her luck at finding another job.

Luckily Angela worked out quite well. She didn't even break a single plate until a month after she'd started and that was more the fault of some moron who decided that it would be a good idea to stand right in front of the door to the kitchen so he could chat with his buddy. Zoey's boss, who was usually a hard ass, didn't even think of making Zoey live up to her word on that one, because by that time he actually quite liked Angela. He even had a bit of an obvious crush on her which was more than a little amusing considering the fact that he knew he had no chance with her, but he still let the cute, young woman wrap him around her little finger.

Zoey was even happy to realize that working with Angela didn't even have any negative effects on their friendship. Quite the opposite, really. It actually kind of took the edge off of Zoey thinking of Angela was some kid she had to look after and protect. Watching her handle herself in a real world environment just made it that much harder to think of her that way. Still, it didn't really change her view of Angela as someone who was sexually off limits. No, that didn't come until a bit later, but even then it took awhile.

Where that started was a bit hard to say because honestly when Zoey started viewing Angela more as an adult Zoey started to quickly become more comfortable around her in a lot of ways and even started flirting with her a bit. Just playful drunken/high flirting. Nothing serious, but still it was flirting and Angela definitely flirted back. Still, it really was nothing special. After all, when she was drunk Zoey flirted with just about everyone. Hell, sometimes she even flirted with men even though she was definitely not planning on going to bed with any of them anytime soon.

At least that's how she justified it and, truthfully, it really started out that way. It really was just playful, meaningless flirting and they both knew it. As time went on, however, and their friendship continued to evolve Zoey was forced to admit to herself that there was definitely something more to it than just playing. She knew this because it slowly but surely started to become more than just flirting, more than just teasing each other about how hot they looked or quick, little playful gropes and the like. 

It was subtle at first, but there was definitely something more that began to creep into their relationship. At first it was just that their flirting started to get a bit more graphic, more specific. Then the groping began to linger and moved from just playful squeezing of butt cheeks to tickling and even the occasional nipple tweak or playful kisses. Still it was nothing too serious and it still only happened when they were safely intoxicated, but still deep down Zoey knew it was dangerous because the more they played these flirty little games the more she began to realize how much she liked it and that Angela was definitely sending out signals that made it clear that she wouldn't mind something a little more than just flirting.

Again, those signals were at first subtle. Well, subtle as Angela could be anyway because she had seriously become not at all shy when it came to sex. Not anymore, anyway. Not that that was really surprising as she was always a very open and, for lack of better word, vivacious personality in every other way that until she finally came out to her Zoey had actually wondered why she got nervous and quiet when sex was brought into the conversation, but that mystery had been solved over a year ago.

Still, for a long time, even as the flirting slowly escalated it was never much more than that. Neither of them ever really made a move on the other. Sure, there were the signals and eventually there were even some propositions, but even those were never delivered in a way that couldn't be easily dismissed. At least, that was the way it was for a long time until one night when a problem arose.

The problem was that less than two weeks before they had their wonderful, life changing and relationship elevating weekend together something happened that nearly shocked the life out of Zoey and almost made her break off her friendship with Angela even though it was easily the best thing that happened to Zoey in a long time. Really, though, it was such a simple thing that if it had happened it with almost any other woman she was even vaguely sexually attracted to it either would've ended up being blown off immediately as nothing or they would have ended up in bed fucking like bunnies, but because it was Angela it was much more complicated than that.

What happened was a kiss, but not just a simple, friendly kiss. No, the best description for what happened was that they made out one night when they were both drunk, but that wasn't the bad part. The bad part was that it was simply the best drunken make out session that Zoey had ever had. 

Everything about it was just so perfect, so right that she actually let Angela go until her hand was just beginning to ease it's way past the top of her panties before finally that annoying, evil little voice of doubt came screaming from the back of her mind and suddenly the perfection was gone. It was like a switch was thrown in her mind and suddenly everything that was so right about the moment turned wrong in a flash of thought. Instantly Zoey found herself pushing her young and thoroughly confused friend away from her as she stumbled for words before finally and bluntly saying "You need to leave."

"Did I... what's wrong?" Angela had said as she gazed at Zoey with a look that broke Zoey's heart, but that only made it that much more important that Angela leave. Still Zoey tried her best to make Angela's look of hurt confusion vanish as she drunkenly rambled on and on about how what they were doing was wrong, but that she didn't hate Angela and that she'd call her tomorrow, but she really needed to go. Several apologies were interspersed in the short, but rambling speech, but Angela still looked both confused and deeply wounded. Still, she left as she was asked and Zoey's heart instantly sank in her chest.

It took over three days of them both avoiding eye contact with each other at work and Zoey moping about her apartment during the day and crying herself to sleep at night in a manner that made her feel weak and stupid before Angela finally got sick of it all and came over to Zoey's apartment one evening. She was pissed and Zoey didn't blame her, but she still almost didn't let her in. Finally, though, she relented when Angela threatened to stay there all night if she had to. Zoey didn't even think about doubting her threat as empty, so she opened the door and let her in.

For three straight minutes Zoey just stood there and let Angela go off on her about how they were supposed to be friends and that the wall that had come up between was all bullshit before she finally she got to the meat of the problem when she said "God damn it, Zoey, I know you're attracted to me. What the fuck, dude? Why you got be all weird about this?"

Zoey actually had to stifle a laugh when Angela called her dude. It was just so her and it instantly reminded her of why she liked her so much. She was just so open, so honest, and so straight forward in her own quirky way that Zoey couldn't help but like her. Of course, at that moment that stifled laugh went over like a lead balloon, but after Angela finished yelling at her for laughing at her when she was trying to tell her how she felt the conversation that they'd really needed to have ages ago finally occurred.

It was hardly an easy conversation and Angela, for one, was hardly convinced by Zoey's argument that it didn't matter whether or not they were attracted to each other because... well, there was no because beyond the age difference and the fact that Zoey just had some kind of block that wouldn't allow her to accept the possibility of the two of the being lovers. The funny thing was that more Zoey tried to convince Angela that it just shouldn't happen the harder it was for her to understand her own argument.

Angela was also clearly unconvinced, but after an hour of talking they'd reached a stalemate and she finally gave up and said "Look, I don't know what's really going on here and I really liked making out with you and I know you did too, but whatever. I just don't want this to be all weird. I love you, Zoey. You're the best friend I've ever had. I just don't want to lose that. I mean, I'm not going to lie, I still think you're full of shit about this age crap, but whatever. I just don't want to lose you in my life, so please don't be weird. Can't we just smoke a bowl and just... I don't know...pretend that everything is cool?"

Zoey couldn't find an argument to counter that and frankly she wanted nothing more than to get back to their status quo, but even as she broke down and rolled the joint she knew that this was anything but resolved. Still, once they were stoned everything seemed good again and they even managed to joke around a bit despite the fact there were still plenty of tension between them. Over the next few days, though, that tension began to fade a bit and finally about a week before Zoey's thirty first birthday things were pretty much back to normal between them. They'd even started openly and brazenly flirting with each other again.


Angela's Present



Still, there was a bit of an edge now to their relationship, but it wasn't really because of any residual awkwardness over the kiss. No, it was more due to the fact that more Zoey thought about it, the more she realized just how much she enjoyed having Angela in her life the more she began to realize just how silly her thinking had been about the whole incident. Not just the incident, though, but about the whole damn thing, the way she viewed their friendship, they way she seemed unable to let go of her preconceptions and all the rest of it. 

Honestly, the more she thought about everything the dumber she felt, and, even worse, she began to think that she may have passed up something that could've been great. Sure, Angela didn't seem to think so. She even started making jokes about it and still kept right on with the flirting touches and playful teasing plainly letting Zoey know that she was more than willing and that she knew Zoey was as well. It was definitely not what they'd agreed to, but, again, Zoey was really starting to not care about her age and other silly issues.

Once again, however, doubts and other silliness won the day. This time though it was more out of embarrassment than anything else. She just felt so dumb for denying the feelings that both of them were sharply aware of that she just couldn't bring herself to come out and admit to Angela that she had finally realized her mistake. It was stupid, but Zoey was so used to disappointment that it almost seemed like she invited it in. Luckily for her this time would be different.

Of course, at the time she didn't know that and even if she had there wouldn't have been much she could have (or would have, really) done about it. Her life was just way too busy. Work was pure hell all week long thanks to another one of the younger girls quitting and being replaced by a girl who was so slow, so dumb and so overall annoying that Zoey found herself wanting to strangle her after about an hour after she started. She eventually got better, but frankly Zoey didn't care. She was just getting sick of training a bunch of idiotic girls who couldn't pour a cup of coffee properly just because her boss thought they were cute. She thought he would've learned his lesson by now, but no. He kept right on hiring pretty, stupid girls that were so bad at their jobs that most of them didn't even last a month.

Her daughter had also been sick for most of her week with her. In fact, she'd been so sick that Zoey's babysitter simply refused to take her because she didn't want any of her other children getting sick. It was a good reason and Zoey really couldn't argue with it at all, but it still pissed her off. Sure, Angela was happy to watch Jennifer when she could, but since they were still technically shorthanded at work that meant even she was working a couple of extra shifts. 

Luckily Jennifer's stepmother was always an option, but Zoey seriously hated bothering her. Not out of any residual bitterness or any thing like that. No, it was just that Derrick and Melanie lived in the middle of nowhere and Melanie was down and out with a bad back. Zoey simply couldn't ask her to come pick Jennifer up at six in the morning. She would have asked Derrick, but at the time he was working twelve hour shifts at the plant that started at about an hour before she had to be to work herself. Basically that meant that Zoey had to wake up an hour earlier than she wanted to all week as well as waking up her poor, sick little baby girl an hour before she needed to be up as well. Still, it was better than not going to work at all, so that's what she did.

The topper, however, was the fact that Zoey's big plans for her birthday had gone to shit once the new schedule was up and Zoey and Angela learned that there would be no weekend at the casino after all. Oh, Zoey got her weekend off without a problem, but Angela hadn't been so lucky. She didn't even get one extra day off. Oh, Connie did even though she had no special plans and hadn't even put in for the time off until a day before the schedule came out, but not Angela. Sadly, there was a good reason for it that Zoey couldn't even be mad about: Angela didn't get that weekend off because she (and Zoey as well) were going to get the next weekend off. Why? Because she'd asked for it off over a month before so she and Zoey could go to a concert together. A concert that Angela had been excited about almost as soon as she'd read about it on the internet.

Still, Zoey, wanted nothing more than to be allowed to be pissed about it all, but, she couldn't. Honestly, she realized that even though she had earned her right to occasionally get some good, choice time off Angela hadn't. Besides, the weekend at the casino had been a spur of the moment kind of thing unlike the concert which Angela had been talking about two months before she even bought the tickets. Hell, as far as their boss was concerned he was doing the best he could with what he had.

Still, she was a more than a tad frustrated and Angela quickly took note of it and even apologized for it multiple times until Zoey took pity on her once they were hanging out in her living room after putting Jennifer to bed and told her to shut up. After all, it wasn't like it was a big deal. They could still hang out on her birthday they just wouldn't be able to blow a bunch of money at the casino and get drunk and flirt with waitresses while testing out Angela's new fake ID. Zoey even smiled as she said it, but Angela wasn't fooled. She knew Zoey was bummed and she promised Zoey that she'd make sure she had the best birthday ever. Zoey just smiled and said "It's really okay. Don't worry about it. Just don't let me whine about getting old and everything will be cool."

"Dude, don't worry. I'm seriously going to make sure this will be the best thirty first birthday anyone as ever had in the history of the universe. Swear to god," Angela with an odd look in her eye that Zoey instantly took note of.

"What are you planning?" Zoey said after examining her friend's odd expression for several seconds with narrowed eyes.

"Can't tell you. It's a surprise. Trust me though, you won't be whining about anything." Angela said still smiling evilly until she managed to change the subject to the new waitress at work. Zoey noticed this, too, but didn't say anything until Angela was leaving an hour later when she again asked her what she was planning. This time Angela only pretended to zip her lip shut and throw away the key while Zoey shook her head and rolled her eyes before hugging her good-bye.

The next couple of days were more of the same with Angela teasing Zoey about how she was going to make this Zoey's best birthday ever when they weren't busy talking shit behind the back of the new girl (who was begin to regress pathetically even after she had just started to show some promise) just so they wouldn't have to say it to her face. Even after work on Thursday when Derrick came to pick up Jennifer a few days earlier than usual since she was pretty much all better and he was, after a month of twelve hour days, six days a week, at last getting his week off for a trip he'd been wanting to go on for months now and Zoey finally felt free to smoke without shame Angela refused to give any details. Even when she was so stoned she could be barely doing anything but laugh at some cartoon that Zoey didn't even know the name of she remained cagey.

It wouldn't be until Friday night, the night of her birthday and the first night where she didn't have to go bed early in a week, that Zoey would finally learned what Angela had been planning, but at the time she wasn't even thinking about it. No, she was more worried about how shitty her day at work had gone in Angela's absence. Shitty wasn't even the right word for it. It had been absolutely terrible as Angela learned after she got out of class and met up with Zoey at her apartment only to find her in a terrible mood a full hour after getting out of work.

Apparently it was just a normal bad day, really. At least it would've been if Zoey wasn't still dragging along the dead weight that was the new girl. The new girl who was supposed to trying to get by on her own. The new girl who was supposed to be able to handle her incredibly small selection of tables without constantly bothering Zoey with her much larger collection of tables full of impatient customers who wanted their food and wanted it five minutes before they walked in the door and who had no problem stiffing her on the tip if her smile wasn't bright enough, if her voice didn't sound cheery enough, if she didn't refill their drinks just the right amount of times to suit their individual taste and who did just that all day long. Not all of them, but enough them showed their frustration in Zoey's work that by the end of the day, a day which she usually earned at least one hundred dollars in tips if not much more, she had a mere forty five bucks to show for her sore feet and back.

That was it. Nothing terrible, nothing earth shattering or soul crushing. No, just a shitty, unrewarding day at work. Even as she told Angela the story of her day Zoey felt as if she was whining about nothing and she admitted it and Angela politely agreed much to her visible chagrin. Of course, Angela then punched her gently in the arm for giving her a dirty look and called Zoey a whiner before she got to business.

"You know what you need?" Angela said as she sat up on the couch where she'd been slouching with her melancholy friend and made to open her backpack.

"A good hard fucking and a nice fat joint?" Zoey came back absent mindedly as she started to relax. Even though Angela gave her a lot of shit at times just being around her made Zoey feel a hundred times better. She wasn't even thinking about her friends promise to make sure she had the best birthday imaginable. She was just glad that she was there to keep her company.

"Well, yeah, but maybe later on the fucking," Angela said in her usual flippant manner as she unzipped her backpack and then added before Zoey could react, "Why don't we just see how the joint goes and then we'll work on that." And with that she pulled out a Ziploc baggy stuffed full of some the most beautiful weed Zoey had ever seen. It was so beautiful that she could actual feel all her troubles melting away as Angela, still holding the bag up at eye level, let it fall in Zoey's lap and said "Happy birthday!" in a loud, sing-songy voice.

Zoey was stunned. She may not have smoked as much as she had when she was Angela's age, but she knew enough to know that this was quite a present. There was good chance that the weed cost Angela at least a hundred bucks (and quite possible a good deal more) because it was not your garden variety smoke. This was what back in she was young she would've been called kine bud. She was so stunned that she just had ask how much it cost even though she knew full well how rude that was.

"Tsk, tsk," came Angela's teasing response. "I'm not going to tell you that. Besides, don't worry about it. I totally intend to smoke as much of this with you as possible, so it barely counts as a gift anyway."

"Oh my god," Zoey said, still way too excited over the unexpected gift, as she hugged her young friend tightly and was pleased to feel the hug returned in kind. "You are so fucking awesome. It's like you're psychic."

"I know, right?" Angela came back as the hug ended and then she added "So... you got wraps or what?" When Angela said that Zoey went into action, but instead of getting rolling papers she put the baggy on the coffee table and almost ran to her hall closet where she dug out a box that was tucked way in the back under some sleeping bags. Angela was giving her a funny look until Zoey opened the box and pulled out something that she hadn't used in years: a beautiful and very expensive glass bong that brought a gasp from her friend followed by "You bitch! How come you never told me you had that?"

"Because," Zoey said as she headed to the kitchen and began filling the bong with water, "This only comes out when I have something good to smoke and, frankly, the shit we've been getting lately just hasn't been good enough to risk having this out. Hell, some times I don't even know why I still have it."

"Okay then hurry up," Angela said as she grabbed the baggy and began ripping off chunks from a rather large bud in preparation which she then stuffed into the bowl piece once Zoey rejoined her on the couch. What followed was several hours of giggling, laughing and relaxing conversation as Angela and Zoey got absolutely and completely bombed. So bombed that Zoey completely forgot about all her problems and the shitty way her day had gone as the two of them just chilled out on the couch and pretended to watch several movies that were forgotten almost as soon as they went in.

It was really kind of a lazy way to spend a birthday, but Zoey didn't care. It was just what she needed. Just a nice relaxing night at home away from the pressures and stresses of her life. They'd both even put on their jammies by eight o'clock once they realized there was no way in hell they were going anywhere. Honestly, she would have been happy if that's all that was destined to happen that night. It wasn't, though. No, Angela's promise wasn't even half way to being fulfilled.

Not that Zoey knew that. As far as she was concerned this low key little sleepover was the perfect birthday present she'd been promised. Sure, in a lot of ways it wasn't, but it was great to be able to just zone out and forget her cares for awhile. Really, though, those much more to come and it was simply destined to get better in ways that Zoey just couldn't allow herself to imagine.

It took awhile, though, because the weed really was quite good. From six in the evening when they started smoking to about ten at night they'd really barely smoked anything, but they were both extremely stoned. So stoned that Zoey was actually beginning to nod off on the couch despite the fact that she usually stayed up until at least two in the morning when she had the weekend off from work and being a mother. She didn't really care though. That just wasn't possible. She was just way too stoned for that.

Luckily, she had Angela there to keep her conscious as she found out only seconds after she'd started to nod off when she awoke with a start at the sensation of something tickling her feet. Not that she knew what was going on right away. No, for a moment she had no idea what was happening and was actually planning on ignoring whatever woke her up and go back to sleep when it happened again just as she was starting to doze off once more. This time she almost squirmed her way off the couch before catching herself by putting her hand on the floor as Angela try to hold in a laugh.

"Stop tickling me!" Zoey said grumpily once she realized what was going on and made to lie back down. Angela said nothing, but a moment later when Zoey had finally relaxed again Angela's fingers once again found their way to Zoey's feet to teasingly tickle them. This time, however, Zoey was prepared and kicked at the hand sleepily while repeating "Stop tickling me, damn it."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Angela said in a badly faked approximation of bemused confusion and then, of course, she did it again and laughed loudly when Zoey threw a pillow at her and missed completely.

"You are such a bitch," Zoey said as she rolled onto her back and look at her still giggling young friend. "Why can't you just you let me sleep?"

"Duh," Angela replied as she slapped at Zoey's feet playfully and then continued, "Because it's not even eleven o'clock, you jerk. I'm not even tired. Besides, it's your birthday. You aren't allowed to go to bed early on your birthday. Only old people do that."

"Well, I am old and I, unlike you, actually worked today. My feet hurt, my back hurts, I slept for crap last night and thanks to you I'm stoned, so fuck off and let me sleep."

"Ahh, poor baby," Angela said teasingly and then tickled Zoey's foot again and laughed when Zoey kicked her. "Pfft, if your feet hurt you wouldn't be kicking me, you cry baby."

"Oh, shut up. I'm kicking you because my feet hurt and because you keep tickling them."

"I can't help it. They're too cute." Angela responded and then, of course, she tickled Zoey once again.

"Stop it! God, if you're going to touch them you could at least be nice and give me a foot rub or something," Zoey said teasingly, but Angela didn't seem to notice her tone.

"Okay, but only if you promise not to go to sleep again. If you do I'll bite your toes off." Angela said as she turned on the couch and looked semi-serious for a moment.

"I'll go to sleep if I want to," Zoey said still playing around only to have Angela ignore her as she shifted her body so she could put Zoey's feet in her lap. Zoey thought she was still playing so she pulled her feet away once Angela reached out to put one on her lap. For that she received a stern look from her young friend who then reached out and grabbed the foot she'd been tickling and urged Zoey to let her bring it to her lap. "You're serious?"

"Uh, yeah," Angela said mockingly as Zoey began to relax and let Angela get to work. Then Zoey really began to relax as she quickly discovered that Angela had an experts touch when it came to foot massages. Soon she was sighing as a feeling of complete relaxation began to flow from her feet to her brain. She was so at ease that she could actually feel herself beginning to drift off into sleep again even as she felt her foot being raised ever so slightly and then she was suddenly awake again as she felt Angela's teeth sink into her little toe with just enough pressure that Zoey was startled back into consciousness with a shocked grunt as Angela laughed at her before saying in that teasing, little sing song voice "I warned you."

"You're so mean," Zoey said in a dreamy voice as Angela got back to work almost immediately. Seconds later she was singing a different tune as she said quietly "Where did you learn to do that?"

"Like it?" Angela said with a prideful smile tattooed on her face.

"I fucking love it," Zoey replied truthfully.

"Marcy loved it, too," Angela said quietly referring to the one girl that Angela had ever really had anything of relationship with. A two month relationship that ended when Marcy went back to her boyfriend, but it was a relationship nonetheless and it was more of a relationship than anything Zoey had had recently. "I used to do this for her to get her in the mood. Worked every time."

"I can see why," Zoey said absent mindedly trying to ignore the seductive quality in Angela's voice. It was hard. Angela's fingers were working wonders on the nerve endings of her feet.

"Good," Angela said in a way that made Zoey look at her a little oddly. This was all starting to sound very familiar. This was very much how their drunken make out session began. Oddly, though, while Zoey was definitely starting to feel a little nervous there was hardly any fear in her mind. No, the nervousness she was feeling at that moment was more about anticipation than fear. Secretly she was actually hoping that this was going where she thought it might be going as Angela continued "If you like this you should let me give you a back rub. I totally rock at those."

"Maybe later," Zoey said, still trying to ignore the seductive quality that was now apparent in Angela's tone and so much more. It was becoming harder by the second as the younger women's soft, but firm touch was sending some very erotic signals to her smoke clouded mind. For a moment the fear started to come back. A part of her was beginning to get worried, but it was small part of her that, though hard to keep complete silent, was also very hard to hear. It was really barely a whisper that easily drowned out by her anticipation. It was so weak that even as it started to gain a little strength her body just accepted Angela's wonderful touch and enjoyed every gentle caress without a worry until she began to feel herself again drifting off despite herself and once again she felt her foot being lifted to Angela's mouth. 




Angela's Present



This time however, Angela didn't bite Zoey's toe. No, this time it was Angela's tongue that found its way to Zoey's foot as it licked the sole of that foot from heel to toe before Angela's lips wrapped themselves around the same toe she'd bitten only moments before. This time however there was no biting, but it had a similar effect as Zoey was once again completely awake and staring dreamily at the beautiful angel who was staring right back at her as she softly sucked on Zoey's toes.

Zoey couldn't help but moan softly at both the sight and the sensation as the friendly foot rub was now clearly revealed as something so much more. Zoey was quick to discover that the part of her that had been quietly protesting the signals she'd been picking were completely silent as Angela's lips left her toes and began to kiss their way back down the sole of Zoey's foot while Angela's hands began to softly push the loose material of Zoey's pajama bottoms up Zoey's leg. Angela then began to softly kiss her way down Zoey's ankle and calf and then the back of her knee as Zoey just continued to watch her with half closed eyes. 

Once Angela had pushed the leg of Zoey's pajama's as far as she could she switched legs and then did the same thing in reverse kissing her way up from Zoey's knee until she reached Zoey's other sensitive foot. This time, however, she didn't linger too long. Instead after a few moments of placing soft kisses on the soles of Zoey's feet she allowed Zoey's legs to fall to her side and then, almost as if in slow motion, began to move so as to lay herself on top of Zoey's soft, accepting body. Zoey's hands instantly found their way to the sides of Angela's face the moment it was in reach to pull her into a sweet, loving and very non-platonic kiss that felt like the most natural and wonderful thing in the world.

Any doubts or fears that Zoey may have had about what would happen should they ever cross the line between friends and lovers again were already dead before their lips even met. They'd really only just begun, but already Zoey knew that there was no going back. Unlike the night when they first dared to explore their true feelings for each other Zoey felt no trepidation, no doubt as she allowed her young friend to take her wherever she wanted to go.

Still, this first kiss of the night was at first almost timid. Just a soft pressing together of their lips. It was almost as if Angela, even after all Zoey had already allowed her to do, was unsure of whether or not her older friend would accept her kiss. After what had happened the last time they had kissed this was perfectly understandable. When Zoey did accept, however, Angela's comfort level quickly increased as the kiss instantly became more open, more passionate with Zoey allowing Angela to call all the shots and lead her at whatever pace she chose. 

It was a most unnatural decision for Zoey who tended to be more dominant with her female lovers, but it was a good decision as the young woman chose a slow and sensuous approach that perfectly suited the moment. Slowly their lips parted and their tongues reached out to each other. They shared a breath and just enjoyed the soft caress of each other's kiss as they relaxed into each other. 

Their hands, however, were relatively still. Zoey's were occupied with merely touching and holding Angela's beautiful face. Angela's hands, for their part, just kind of found their way under Zoey's shoulders gently pulling them both closer together. This was enough though. At least it was for the moment as they continued to settle into each other. In fact, it only made what was too follow that much better as they slowly began to grow braver with each other.

It was, of course, Angela who began to up the passion at first, but Zoey followed suit eagerly as she felt Angela's hands begin to work their way down her body. When Zoey felt those gentle hands begin to caress their way under her top she reluctantly stopped holding and caressing Angela's soft, beautiful face and began to allow her own hands more freedom of movement. By the time Zoey's hands began to match Angela's by caressing and playing, clawing the soft skin of Angela's back under the thin material of her t-shirt their kiss was already beginning to become much more vigorous. They were sighing and almost moaning into each other's mouths as they pulled each other close. Their kiss was almost purely a locking of the lips and a tangling of tongues. It was so simple that it almost seemed like it shouldn't be enough, but it was still somehow perfect. 

When Zoey's hands began to move downward to fondle Angela's soft, little ass that perfect kiss began to change. No longer was their lip lock sufficient as Angela responded to Zoey's gentle hand's tender fondling by instinctively grinding her pelvis against Zoey. Almost instantly the kiss broke and Zoey looked into Angela's eyes. She had just enough time to see the lust there as they both maneuvered their legs to allow themselves both a soft thigh to grind against before she found herself pulling Angela's pretty, young face back to her own for another passionate kiss. This time however the kiss quickly left their lips and began to find other softness to kiss while their hips began to move on their own.

This was not at all what Zoey had expected of her night and even if she had she wouldn't have expected it to go like this. After everything they'd been through together she really should've known better, but this, this grinding and fucking each other as they kissed before they'd even removed one single item of clothing had such a wanton feel to it. It was such an odd contrast to the way everything had gone up to that point. Still, like the kiss, like that sensuous way Angela had kissed and fondled Zoey's feet this grinding just felt so right that when she stopped wasting her thoughts trying to analyze it she couldn't help but realize that it was the right thing for them to be doing. Sadly, just as she was coming to accept this and enjoy the feel of friction between their still clothed bodies it quickly became apparent it wasn't meant to last. 

Well, not sadly and it didn't really end, but at first Zoey was more than a little disappointed when Angela suddenly stopped grinding against her and pulled away. Zoey actually tried to stop her and pull Angela back to her with an angry grunt. She was unsuccessful, but she was rewarded with a playful little laugh followed by a soft kiss on her forehead before Angela sat back up, grabbed Zoey's pajama bottoms tie string to untie it and said "Chill out, girl. We aren't stopping. I'm just going to make us a little more comfortable." Angela then began to tug on her older friends flannel pants until the offending garment began to come away to reveal Zoey's bare, almost completely bald pussy.

"Mmm," Angela said as she stared at the already beautifully wet and puffy flower before her while smiling mischievously. "Only naughty girls don't wear panties." Angela then, with a small sparkle of malevolent join in her eyes, bent down and placed the lightest of licks down the length of Zoey's crease. Zoey could only groan in response as her body instantly went almost limp. She really should've known better, but a second latter she almost jumped from the couch after Angela playfully smacked her aroused pussy and then laughed devilishly.

"You're such a bitch," Zoey said smiling at the playful, little imp of a girl before reaching up to pull to pull Angela back to her.

"No, no, no. Not yet, cutie." Angela replied still smiling her playfully evil little smile as she backed away from Zoey's hands. Angela then got up to remove her own pajama bottoms and then her shirt until she was standing there naked in dim light of the television and the miniscule little lamp next to the couch. For a brief second Zoey just stared at her almost stunned by her beauty, but then she found herself being pulled up to her feet and brought into a short, but sweet kiss that ended with her own shirt being tossed on to the couch. This action too was followed by a brief, loving kiss before once again Angela broke them apart. This time, however, she didn't laugh. This time she grabbed Zoey's hand and said softly, with a bright, now almost angelic little smile "C'mon. Let's go to bed."

Zoey could find no reason to argue with this request. No, even though it was still a bit odd to think about what exactly was going on and how quickly the night had changed from two friends just hanging out, getting high and watching movies to this Zoey was now firmly aware that this was exactly what she both wanted and needed. No need to think anything through, no need to let her worries and insecurities get the better of her. No, she only needed to follow the wonderful and whimsical little Angel/Devil into her own bedroom and everything would be good, she just knew it.

Of course, as she did follow Angela, her eyes unabashedly taking in the beauty of Angela's long, thin back, the cute, little dimples just above her hips (with a cute, little butterfly tattooed in-between) and the evident softness of her small, but shapely backside, Zoey couldn't even imagine being nervous. In fact, just about the only thing she was feeling at that moment was a deep and overwhelming sense of arousal. Not just because Angela's body was more beautiful then she'd ever imagined either. No, it was, but that wasn't the only thing that made it impossible for Zoey to resist the younger woman's pull. After weeks and months of denying to herself just how much she wanted to be with this little vixen who was now opening the door to Zoey's own bedroom Zoey was finally allowing her true feelings free reign. She wanted Angela and she wanted her wholly and truly.

Still, even Zoey was a bit surprised at herself when, as they crossed the threshold of her room and Angela closed the door behind them, Zoey took advantage of the darkness and pulled Angela to her into a lusty embrace. Not just a kiss, but a true and very sexual embrace. Oh, they did kiss, but that was hardly everything. Zoey's hands were instantly busy finding soft flesh to grab, knead and caress. Angela, too, after a sweet, squeaking gasp, quickly began to explore Zoey's body as they stood there in the dark pawing at each other hungrily as they blindly stumbled their way towards Zoey's bed.

Stumbled was the key word as they both discovered when they finally maneuvered their way across the short distance between the doorway and the bed and promptly fell onto it together. It was hardly graceful, but they recovered nicely and barely missed a beat when they crashed with Zoey landing more or less on her back with Angela happily on top of her. They only broke the kiss for a second to scoot themselves to the center of the queen size mattress before eagerly returning to their embrace.

Maybe it was just because of how they'd landed or maybe it was just the way it was supposed to happen, but once again Zoey found herself relinquishing control to her young friend. She also was quick to rediscover that were definite befits to doing so as Angela's kisses quickly began to meander away from Zoey's lips to kiss their way downward at a slow and patient pace. 

Angela's hand, however, was far less patient as it found it's way between Zoey's thighs. Zoey didn't mind one little bit. Not even when Angela shifted herself so she was only partially laying on top of Zoey's prone form so she could move her hand more freely. Sure, for a second she missed the feel of Angela's body pressed so sweetly against her own, covering her completely, but as Angela's fingers began to caress their way up and down and then between her pussy lips Zoey could find nothing at all to complain about. 

Then, just as Angela's soft lips found their way to Zoey's breasts to take a nipple between her teeth, one of those wonderful fingers found its way inside of her. This was quickly followed by Angela's palm pressing itself firmly against her clit. Within seconds Zoey quickly went from soft sighs and small, quiet moans to almost squealing out her joy into the darkness of her room.

This was nothing like what Zoey had ever imagined making love to Angela would ever be like and, yes, she had thought about it with no small amount of guilt increasingly in the time since they'd first kissed as well as before. Still, she'd somehow imagined nothing quite like this. It had been so soft, so tender, and so slow in her mind. She'd also always imagined herself in control of the moment. This was not anything like those drunken, shameful masturbation fantasies, but that did not matter in the least, because it was better than anything her very vivid and active imagination could ever have concocted on its own.

By the time Angela added a second finger Zoey was quickly losing control and she was no longer capable of contemplating the difference between fantasy and reality. Her hips began humping in rhythm with Angela's fingers and she was panting ecstatically as she began to feel her first orgasm of the night beginning to build deep within her even as she struggled to contain it for no other reason than that she wanted the pleasure to last. She was moderately successful until Angela ceased her oral attentions on Zoey's breasts and did something that made it impossible for Zoey to maintain any semblance of control: she placed her lips right next to Zoey's ears and spoke.

"Don't hold back, baby," Angela whispered into Zoey's ear and then placed a kiss there as well followed by a soft nibble on Zoey's earlobe before continuing. "I want you to come, Zoey... I wanna see you when you come... Please come, Zoey... You're so fucking beautiful... Come for me, baby." With each pause Angela placed another soft kiss somewhere on Zoey's face. By the time Angela's kisses had reached Zoey's neck Zoey could no longer hold back. She also didn't want to. She wanted to show Angela how she looked when she came, she wanted Angela to think she was beautiful, she wanted her to know how much she loved the way Angela's fingers were fucking her. She just had to. She needed to. Mostly, however, she just couldn't hold it back any longer. She had to come and so she did.

Zoey tried to scream out her pleasure, but she couldn't. Not just because Angela's mouth had moved to cover her own just as the wave was finally released, but also because no noise escaped her at first except the sound of her inhaling deeply. When she exhaled, however, Angela's kiss could barely contain the sound of her orgasmic joy, but Zoey still couldn't hear a thing except the buzzing of the blood rushing to her brain as her body began to turn to jelly while she struggled to maintain consciousness as the wave slowly passed.

How she succeeded in staying conscious was beyond Zoey, but she did despite the fact she'd just had one of the most intense orgasms of her life. It was so intense, so good, and so beautiful that if it had been the only one she had that night, she would've been more than satisfied. It wasn't though, but she was hardly going to complain about that. Nor did she see any reason to complain when Angela's fingers found their way to her mouth so she and Angela could share a taste of Zoey's nectar as they kissed and Angela allowed her older lover and chance to catch her breath before she once again began to kiss her way down Zoey's body.

It seemed that now that Angela had managed to make Zoey come that the pace Angela chose was definitely slower. Again, Zoey didn't mind as she just laid back and softly petted Angela's hair while the young, beautiful woman kissed her way to Zoey's clavicle and then her breasts to once again kiss Zoey's soft mounds and sensitive nipples with sweet, soft patience and love. Seemingly every square inch of skin was treated to a gentle nibble or an affectionate kiss or lick as Angela leisurely explored Zoey's body. 

Zoey, for her part, just laid there blissfully sighing as she watched Angela through half closed eyes. Angela, too, made sure to look into Zoey's eyes whenever possible while going from one fleshy mound to the other, smiling a little when Zoey's sighs turned to soft moans whenever Angela chose to tease one puffy nipple or the other. More than once Zoey managed to smile back as she luxuriated in the pleasure Angela was giving her until those kisses once again began to move away from Zoey's lustful gaze in a downward trajectory that spoke of only one possible destination.

A younger version of Zoey might have been a little miffed at the slow pace of Angela's trek down Zoey's body. Her younger self may even have resorted to pushing Angela's head ever downward instead of simply petting and caressing Angela's soft mane of shoulder length blonde locks, but Zoey was not that younger version of herself anymore. Sure, she wouldn't have complained for even a second if Angela had simply gone straight from fingering her to eating her out, but she was mature enough now to know there was more than one way to enjoy the pleasures of making love to another woman.

Honestly, Zoey was more than a little impressed with how mature Angela seemed at this most intimate of moments. She'd known for awhile now that Angela was hardly a child, but she was still amazed by the amount of control her young friend seemed to have. Maybe she herself had just been a tad bit more immature than Angela when she was younger, but she didn't know. All she knew was that Angela was so far easily surpassing any preconceptions she had in ways that were simply mind blowing as those soft kisses began to work their way slowly down Zoey's ribcage to her sensitive tummy.

"So good..." Zoey whispered almost against her will when Angela's little butterfly kisses tickled her belly. She hadn't meant to say it. It had just slipped out, but as soon as she realized she'd said it Zoey was glad because she was instantly rewarded with both a melodious little laugh from Angela and then a nice, gentle nip on her belly that sent shivers up and down her spine.

"Mmm," Angela said in a laughing, little voice as the shiver passed. "Someone likes being bit." Angela then placed another playful nibble on Zoey's stomach and was again rewarded with a shiver as well as a shaky little moan.

"Meanie," was the only thing Zoey could think of in way of a response, but Angela obviously didn't mind as she once again nipped the sensitive flesh of Zoey's stomach and followed it with a series of soft, descending kisses towards Zoey's navel where stayed awhile to tease before moving on. When the kisses reached the small strip of dark hair just above Zoey's pussy Zoey half expected more slow teasing and at first this prediction seemed to hold true as Angela began to veer off to the side to place a few soft kisses on first one thigh and then the other. Zoey was hardly disappointed and was perfectly willing to endure the teasing. She even allowed herself to lay back and relax for the briefest of seconds before she once again found herself shivering with delight when she felt Angela's soft, plaint tongue tracing the crease the of her puffy and aroused sex.

"Oh god, Angela," Zoey said in a shaky whisper, once again losing control of the filter between thought and expression. Angela didn't care. In fact, she took it as an excellent sign that Zoey was ready to come once again. Truth be told Zoey had been ready for quite some time, but that hardly mattered as Angela's tongue continued to explore Zoey's pussy while her fingers slowly spread her labia apart to grant her access to the sweet, pink flesh hidden beneath.

Zoey was happy to discover that Angela's tongue was just as skilled as her fingers had been at making her quiver. Even the slightest wet caress from that agile appendage on the most seemingly insignificant bit of flesh was enough to make Zoey buck and moan. Angela hadn't even touched Zoey's clit yet and the older women was already groaning and squirming as if she were about to come. Once Angela's tongue ventured upward for just the briefest of licks on that sensitive little bud Zoey's hips bucked hard enough that Angela nearly bit her own tongue. All Angela could do was chuckle briefly before returning to her task.




Angela's Present



As soon Angela knew that Zoey was already close to coming again she quickly chose to relentlessly press on with her attack. Her oral attentions quickly became focused on Zoey's clitoris while her fingers once again ventured to penetrate Zoey's moist, open cunt. First one finger, than another were slipped into Zoey's receptive pussy with ease as Zoey continued to buck against Angela's face and fingers. 

When those fingers began to fuck Zoey while Angela's lips formed a tight circle around her clit to suck on it viciously Zoey suddenly realized she was no longer petting Angela's hair. Instead she was gripping the poor girl's soft, silky mane holding her face to her cunt. It wasn't a conscious move, but she saw no reason to stop. In fact, she was quite beyond reason at that point as her second orgasm of the night was approaching at a rapid clip. 

"Oh my god, I'm gonna..." Zoey began to say in stressed, breathy voice before she was cut off by her own body suddenly going stiff and her brain going almost totally blank except for a sensation of complete euphoria as the glory she'd known was coming finally arrived. It was just as intense as the first one. Zoey would've been surprised at this, but she was far too busy experiencing it to put much thought into analyzing the quality and intensity of the sensation. All she knew as she squirmed and shook on the bed while alternating between grunting pants and holding her breath only to release in long, shaky squeals of delight was that everything felt just absolutely glorious.

Again, by the time she was done coming Zoey would've been quite satisfied if Angela had suddenly decided to call it a night. She also wouldn't have minded having a go at making Angela come. Not because she felt obligated to. Zoey just really and authentically wanted to. She wanted to taste her young friend's nectar, to feel Angela's pussy convulsing around her fingers, to look up and see her beautiful face contorted with lust and release. 

Angela, however, was obviously of a different mind on this subject even as she allowed Zoey to pull her up and into a kiss. Every time Zoey's hands even came close to touching Angela's pussy or even when Zoey tried to kiss her way down to Angela's pert little breasts Angela would just smile and laugh as she said "Not yet, baby. Not yet" until she was forced to pin Zoey's hands behind her head and stare into her eyes as she said more firmly, but still with a hint of laughter in her voice "Stop. I can have my turn later. I'm not done with you yet." She then followed this with a warm, loving kiss that simply melted any resistance Zoey might have had.

For several long, luxurious seconds Zoey was happy to just let Angela have her way with her. Hell, she would've been happy to just lay back and enjoy the kiss for as long as Angela chose to kiss her. Just feeling Angela's soft skin sliding against her own as they breathed into each other felt better than anything she had felt in quite a long time with the obvious exception of the pleasure Angela had given her twice already. Honestly, Zoey couldn't even imagine what more Angela might want to do, but she didn't really care. This was good enough for the moment until the moment ended and Angela broke the kiss and began to get up and then quickly got off of the bed completely much to Zoey's visible chagrin.

"Hold on," Angela said in an impatient tone in response to the look on Zoey's face. She then placed a light kiss on Zoey's forehead as she hurried out of the bedroom before Zoey could properly verbalize her protest. She then hurried back in the room without even closing the door behind her carrying her backpack with such an air of almost childlike excitement that Zoey would have laughed if she wasn't so confused. She was even more confused when Angela said "Alright, now close your eyes and don't open them again until I tell you to."

"But..." Zoey said in an abortive attempt to protest only to be shushed almost as soon as the word escaped her lips.

"Just do it or I'm going home," Angela said, smirking a little as she made her obviously empty threat.

"Fine," Zoey said as she closed her eyes and then she repeated the word as she covered her face with her pillow when Angela insisted that she do so. She then added in a slightly louder voice so she could be heard clearly through the pillow "This had better be good."

"Oh, don't worry about that," Angela said as Zoey heard her unzip her backpack and then she heard something that sounded a little belt buckles clacking as Angela simply dropped the backpack on the ground. The noises that followed that were hard to interpret. They did sound vaguely familiar and if the weed that Angela had given her earlier hadn't still been at work fogging up Zoey's brain she might have been able to figure it all out, but she couldn't. Instead she simply waited somewhat patiently for a grand total of thirty seconds before she began to protest.

"Oh my god. Quit whining. I'm so totally almost done." Angela responded after Zoey told her to hurry up before adding "Ah ha! Nice and snug."

"What's nice and snug?" Zoey said as she began to raise the pillow to take a peak only to find that Angela was now right next to her when, almost as soon as she began to lift the pillow, Angela's hand suddenly pushed it back down.

"Not yet, cutie," Angela said as Zoey felt her hand leave the pillow and then she felt the bed sink a little as Angela crawled back onto it. When Angela had settled back between Zoey's legs Zoey once again attempted to take a peak, but once again Angela caught her and said "Be patient. I promise you you're gonna love this." Angela then placed a wet, sloppy kiss on Zoey's pussy that quickly turned into a brief but pleasurable tongue fucking that just made Zoey quiver as she dropped any attempts to protest this odd little game that Angela insisted on playing.

Zoey didn't even complain or attempt to remove the pillow when Angela's tongue left her pussy and was replaced by her fingers as the younger woman shifted on the bed. She also didn't protest when Angela grabbed one of Zoey's hands and kindly asked her to play with herself for a moment which Zoey gladly did even while wondering why. When she heard the distinctive sound of something being squeezed from a tube she almost said something, but then Angela's lube slick fingers were gently pushing Zoey's out of the way and once again she allowed her doubts to evaporate until Angela shifted and there was something else gently probing between the lips of her vagina.

This time when Zoey went to remove the pillow Angela didn't even say a word. Neither did Zoey because just as the pillow left her face the thing that had only seconds before been merely easing its way between her lips was now being gently pushed inside of her by the slow, patient movement of Angela's hips. Zoey barely had a chance to register the fact that Angela's third surprise of the night was a strap-on, something Zoey was not inexperienced with, but which she had a mixed results using herself. Not that she let past experience dissuade her from enjoying the pleasure of Angela's patient, but persistent penetration. No, she simply let her head fall back on the comforter, tilted her hips to allow the rubber phallus easier entry and just let the inevitable happen.

"Oh, that is so fucking hot," Angela whispered as her fake cock sank into Zoey's welcoming cunt and then slowly began to pull it out. Zoey couldn't disagree with this assessment, but she also found herself unable to verbalize her agreement as Angela once again began to slip it back inside of her as her pace began to gradually quicken. In fact, all that Zoey could do was let out at a soft, satisfied sigh as she brought her hand down to her pussy once again to feel the slick cock sliding slowly in then slowly out before putting her fingers to work on her clit. 

Angela did nothing to stop Zoey from touching herself. She only grabbed Zoey's legs and pushed them up and apart as she continued to pump her hips at an even, but ever quickening pace as she muttered quietly, seemingly half to herself, about the beauty of watching her "cock" fucking Zoey's pussy. Somehow this actually made the whole thing that much hotter for both of them and soon Zoey was getting into it as well.

"You like fucking my pussy?" Zoey said in a soft, shaky voice and she was instantly rewarded with a both a hard inward thrust and by Angela saying "I fucking love it, baby." Zoey was a quick study and again she teased Angela and again she was rewarded with an instantly quickening of the pace and a series of nice hard thrusts until finally the testing probing seemed to completely give way to an actual hard pounding until Zoey could no longer form full sentences and Angela could no longer get the power behind her hips she wanted sitting up holding Zoey's legs back and open. 

Angela's problem, at least, had an easy solution. She simply and carefully so as not to remove the toy from Zoey's pussy for even a second, laid down upon her lover. As soon as she did everything seemed to just evolve from there and they were suddenly on a whole new level. Zoey's legs quickly wrapped themselves around Angela's lovely hips, her arms wrapped themselves around Angela's back and her mouth quickly sought out Angela's for a kiss as Angela began to thrust into Zoey with a power and skill that Zoey would have never imagined possible from such a young and petite girl if she wasn't herself the willing victim of her skillful ministrations.

Of course, it was more than the strength of Angela's thrusts that were driving Zoey once more to the zenith of pleasure. There was also the matter of skill. It was almost as if Angela had been born with the faux cock strapped to her hips. There was none of the usual annoying problems Zoey had learned to expect from her few previous experiences with strap-ons. It never popped out, Angela never once had to use her hand to guide it home and she never once even had to look down to make sure she was still hitting her target even when she drew it back until only the tip remained inside of Zoey's pussy before slamming it back home. 

Zoey had been fucked by men who weren't as aware of their own phalluses as Angela seemed to be of her rubber one. Not that she was thinking of men or even directly comparing the experience. No, Zoey wasn't thinking anything even close to that as Angela continued to pound her cock in and out of Zoey driving her closer and closer to yet another mind blowing orgasm. To be honest, there really wasn't much at all going on in Zoey's mind at the time besides a feeling of irrepressible lust and awe in respect to Angela that only increased when Angela broke their kiss and pinned Zoey's hands behind her head as she did the seemingly impossible by putting just a little more into her thrusts to drive Zoey over the precipice.

Zoey knew Angela was whispering and panting words of love and encouragement to her, but she couldn't really make them out as the orgasm quickly overcame her senses. She could also feel Angela's sweat dripping down on her pooling on her belly and she knew that she herself was almost screaming with joy and lust even though she could barely hear herself as Angela just kept pumping her hips mercilessly throughout. Zoey didn't care. Not about any of it. All she knew was that if she had died at that very second she would've died a happy and satisfied woman.

She didn't die, however. In fact, when the orgasm passed and Angela made her get on her hands and knees so she could fuck her from behind Zoey realized she'd never felt more alive. By the time Zoey was just too spent to even think of coming anymore because her clit was throbbing and her well battered pussy was momentarily just too wore out she couldn't help but realize that she'd just experienced the best birthday present of her entire life and it wasn't even over. Somehow she knew that this was only a break and that there was much, much more to come. 

Zoey even said as much to Angela as they laid there on her now thoroughly sweat soaked comforter cuddling and kissing as they both caught their breath, but Angela only laughed and said "Later. We'll have plenty of time later."

"But don't you have to work tomorrow?" Zoey said truly curious. 

"Nope, I don't have to go anywhere until Monday. My Mom wants me to come over for some family stuff." Angela said simply before continuing after Zoey gave her the stink eye for being vague about her sudden abundance of free time. "I traded weekends with Connie."

"But I thought you had to tickets for that..." Zoey started only to be interrupted by Angela.

"I gave those to Connie, too. That's how I got the weed. We traded. Well, that and I gave her some of the money I saved for the trip."

"But I thought you really wanted to go. Hell, I was even starting to look forward to it."

"No you weren't." Angela scoffed playfully before adding "You were just going to be nice. It doesn't matter, though. They'll be around again. Besides this was so much more fun."

"Can't argue with that," Zoey said and then she kissed Angela softly on her forehead. "I'm thirsty."

"Me too," Angela said vacantly and then returned the kiss before adding "Let's go smoke another bowl and drink some water."

"Okay, but only if means me not getting up," Zoey said in a weak voice while smiling mischievously.

"Lazy ass," Angela said teasingly then kissed Zoey again.

"It's your fault. You drained me."

"Ugh, fine. But only because it's your birthday."

"You're a doll."

"I know."

With that Angela got up and grabbed them both a bottle of water from Zoey's fridge and grabbed the bong and Zoey's smoking tray from the coffee table. For next half hour they replenished their fluids and smoked a little while playfully continuing to flirt and kiss at every opportunity until the bong and the tray were placed on the floor and they were once again kissing each other with passion. This time, however, it was Zoey who ended up on top when they finally gave into the urge to make love again.

The knowledge that they had all the time in the world definitely factored into the way Zoey went about her task. She had fully intended on making Angela come at least once before the night was over before Angela had even touched her pussy with either her fingers, her tongue or her strap-on, but now that she knew there was no need to hurry she didn't. She took her time and enjoyed the feel of Angela's soft body underneath her, reveled in the feel of Angela's small hands gripping her buttocks and gently stroking her back as they kissed. 

Soon, though, things began to heat up much as they had earlier on the couch. This time though there were no pesky clothes to get in the way. There was only skin gliding across skin. Nipples scraped against nipples sending delicious little shocks through them both. When they both instinctively began to maneuver their legs and hips so that they each had a thigh pressing tightly against their pussies this deliriously wonderful friction quickly began to go to another level and this time neither of them could find any reason to stop.

Still, it was a slow build. Neither of them seemed to be in hurry to come as they began to grind against each other as they kissed. Zoey, for one, really wasn't in any hurry to bring herself off. She wanted to focus on Angela, but she'd seriously underestimated her body's capacity for pleasure. A part of her actually wanted to stop so she could concentrate on her friend's pleasure. It was a small part of her, though, and it was easily silenced by the sensations emanating from her cunt every time she ground her pussy against Angela's soft thigh or felt Angela's warm, wet cunt grinding against hers in return as their pace continued to quicken.

It wasn't long before Zoey's mattress was squeaking lightly in protest much as it had probably done earlier. Not that Zoey had noticed before. She had been a tad busy getting the fucking of her life. It barely even registered now except as a bit of background noise that combined in her head with the sound of their combined breathing as they continued to kiss as they fucked. 

As their rhythm increased both sounds increased in their intensity, but it was the sound of their panting moans that soon won the day when Angela's hands began to grip Zoey's firm, but still soft butt cheeks with a lustful fierceness as she neared her first orgasm of the night. Zoey too was quickly approaching completion as she reared up slightly and began grinding her hips with more force while trying her best to maintain contact with Angela's pussy. She obviously was doing a good job because less than a minute after she broke the kiss Angela was pulling her into another one as she came and she made sure that the kiss didn't break for even a second as Zoey soon followed.

It was intense and beautiful, but it was hardly what Zoey had intended to do. Not that Angela seemed to mind one little bit as she continued to hold Zoey to her mouth for a series of long moments after they'd both recovered. Zoey almost had the urge to fight her way out the kiss lest she be distracted from her task yet again, but she couldn't. She had to admit she really liked kissing Angela. There was just something about the softness of her lips, the lightness of her tongue and even the taste of her spit that it just that much better than kissing anyone else. Still, she was a woman on a mission and she didn't really know, but she was still absolutely certain that Angela had many more intriguing flavors to offer.

When the kiss finally broke Zoey finally got her chance to begin her journey down Angela's body to the treasure between her soft, silken thighs, and she took it. Not that she hurried or anything like that. No, she was actually quite slow and methodical, but she was also quite purposeful. She even went so far as to grab Angela's hands in her own to gently pin them at her side as her kisses moved away from Angela's beautiful lips to first her cheek and then her ear and neck then back again to the other side of her new lover's soft and pretty face. 

Angela just sighed sweetly and chuckled occasionally when Zoey's kisses found their way to her eyelids and the tip of her nose before they began to move downward. Angela chuckled again when Zoey licked her neck and then again when Zoey did the same to her exposed arm pit. Zoey didn't want to miss a single square inch of skin, to avoid titillating a single sensitive nerve ending and it showed. Angela didn't mind at all, of course, but she just couldn't help laughing a little whenever Zoey hit a sensitive spot.

"Stop laughing at me," Zoey finally said after placing a soft kiss on Angela's other armpit.

"I can't help it. I'm totally ticklish there. It feels good though, so... Ahh," Angela said only to stop and sigh when Zoey's teasing mouth found its way to one of her already very hard and aroused nipples for a quick nibble. When the teeth released her nipple after a quick tug she sighed again before adding "Mmm, that's even better."

"Definitely," Zoey said between kisses as she made her way across the valley between Angela's small, perky mounds. "Less salty." Again Angela laughed, but this time it didn't last as Zoey's mouth found it's way to her other nipple and again she took to nibbling on it gently before switching to her tongue as the small talk began to fall to the wayside again as Zoey got back to her journey.

Of course, she did spend a bit more time licking, kissing and biting Angela's breasts and enjoying her soft sighs before moving on, but she did move on. She had to. Making Angela sigh and giggle was fun and all, but there were much more important things to do. 

Still, Angela did giggle some more as Zoey's kissed her way down Angela's flat, soft belly and Zoey chided her a little for it. When that didn't work she bit the poor girl right on the navel. Luckily Zoey was still holding Angela's hands or she likely would've been slapped. Instead Angela just called her a bitch in a teasing tone that went unanswered as Zoey finally reached her destination and paused for moment to take in Angela's scent and gaze longingly at her pretty, pouting pussy. 




Angela's Present



It wasn't a long pause and Angela didn't even notice, but in the dim light coming from the door to her bedroom Zoey was certain she was looking at one of the most beautiful things she'd ever seen. It was so beautiful that she instantly forgot any plans to tease her young lover and completely disregarded any thoughts of licking those smooth thighs or placing any kisses on the back of Angela's knees. Instead she found herself bending her neck the short distance needed to kiss Angela's pussy passionately as she let loose one of her lover's hands so she could spread her open and allow her tongue to taste the sweet pink flesh hidden beneath those lovely lips.

"Oh, fuck..." was all Angela could say as her free hand instantly found its way to Zoey's head to pet and hold her in place and her hips involuntarily bucked against Zoey's tongue as it licked its way up to her clit and then back down it went to taste more of Angela's nectar. It did not remain out of contact with that sensitive little organ for long, however, as Zoey's explorations again brought her tongue to Angela's clit. Again Angela bucked, but this time received no mercy as Zoey's tongue continued its assault on her sensitive bud while her fingers began to ease themselves inside of Angela's tight passage.

At first the licks were gentle, almost teasing, but as Zoey's fingers grew braver and penetrated deeper inside of her lover her licks became more persistent. When her fingers had finally and fully entered Angela Zoey wrapped her lips around the younger woman's hooded clit and sucked on it gently while flicking it with the tip of her tongue and much to her surprise found herself hanging on for dear life as Angela had her second orgasm of the night far sooner than Zoey would have ever expected.

Zoey was actually so shocked that she almost stopped once she thought Angela was done coming only to find her head forced back into place as Angela chanted "Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't stop." in a harsh whisper as the orgasm coursed through her. Zoey did as she was told and went right back to licking, sucking and fingering Angela's convulsing pussy until she found out why Angela was so desperate for her to continue as the poor girl barely had enough time to catch her breath before another orgasm hit her and hit her hard.

For a moment Zoey was a bit jealous, but it passed quickly and in its place came a mixture of both pride and amazement as she continued until Angela made her stop after what looked like at least three orgasms one right after the other. Her chin and fingers were almost drenched with Angela's juices which she gladly shared with Angela as she crawled up next to her to give her a kiss that lasted for a long moment before Zoey just had to speak.

"That was fucking amazing," Zoey said in a soft whisper.

"I think that's supposed to be my line," Angela responded with an equally quiet tone as she smiled brightly and kissed Zoey briefly. "I haven't done that in like ages."

"Well, I haven't done that ever," Zoey replied while brushing some Angela's sweat soaked hair away from her forehead.

"Ah, poor baby," Angela replied and then kissed her again. "You know... we can work on that. We have plenty of time."

"Do we now? What time is it anyway?"

"Just after one."

"Hmm... maybe..." Zoey said and immediately knew that she wouldn't be going to bed for quite awhile. She was right as the kiss that followed quickly turned into much more. The both of them ended up staying awake until some time after three in the morning after trying hard to make each other come more times than either could count. There was some nice, slow mutual masturbation, some more fun and simple tribbing, and lots of good, old fashioned oral both one at time and in the classic 69 until they were both too tired to even thinking about coming again.

When they finally quit they fell asleep cuddled tightly together and awoke much the same way a little before noon. They didn't get out of bed, however, until some time after one as they both woke up feeling more than a little frisky. When they finally got up and took a shower together they ended up staying in until the water went cold, but even that didn't lessen their desire for each other one little bit as they realized how much better it was to make love to each other completely sober.

Not that stopped them from getting high later and having even more fun together. Nope, it didn't stop them at all as they barely left Zoey's apartment the entire long holiday weekend while they continued to explore each other's bodies as much as was humanly possible and then some. Zoey even took a couple turns with the strap-on and found that she actually enjoyed the experience much more than she remembered. It was still a weird feeling, but there was just something about it that was just so... well, she didn't have any words for it besides fun. Also, it was definitely nice to watch Angela's pretty little butt bouncing up and down on her "cock" when Angela insisted on sitting on the faux phallus.

By the time Monday afternoon rolled around and Zoey found herself sitting up in bed while her young lover slept curled up next to her she couldn't help but think that things had definitely changed between them, but she didn't mind one little bit. She could even see this becoming something much more serious and for the first time in a long time she found herself looking at this possibility with more than a bit of optimism. 

Just as she snuffed her cigarette, though, her ruminating came to an end as Angela began to stir next to her and, as she had done both of the last two mornings they'd woken up in bed together, Zoey found herself being pulled into a kiss that she just knew would lead to so much more if she didn't put a stop to it, but quickly found herself struggling to do just that. Angela wasn't making it easy as her soft, little hand quickly found its way between Zoey's legs.

"You know," Zoey finally said as she won a battle with her lust as she placed a hand on Angela's hand and spoke softly to her young, insatiable and intoxicating lover. "You only have an hour before you have to be at your Mother's."

"Party pooper," Angela said in a pouty voice that matched the look on her face. Her hand was still on Zoey's pussy however and she spoke her next sentence her fingers were still working their way inside of Zoey trying to break her will. "Can we at least shower together?"

"You are so bad," Zoey said in whisper that was almost a sigh as she tried hard to resist the naughty, little vixen whom she really wanted to give in to right at that moment.

"I'll take that as a yes," Angela said as she got up and grabbed Zoey by the hand to help her out of bed and guide her to the shower. Zoey didn't even think of resisting and five minutes later she was glad she hadn't. Still, Angela did end up being a little a late for her family gathering, but she obviously didn't care as she kissed Zoey good-bye and promised her that she'd be back no later then six and Zoey responded by saying "You'd better not be late. We have to work tomorrow you know." 

"Don't worry, baby," Angela said before kissing Zoey once more as the stood beside Angela's car not caring if anyone could seen them holding each other tightly. "We'll have time for some more fun before bedtime."

"Promise?" Zoey replied softly feeling a bit silly, but not caring one little bit as Angela smiled up at her and nodded simply before kissing her again and then she really had to leave. Zoey watched her pull out and even waved at her as she left somehow knowing that the promise would be kept without even having to think about it.

And, of course, it was and it was again glorious. So glorious they actually had a hard time waking up for work the following morning and for several mornings after that. Even when Saturday rolled around and it was finally time for Zoey to be a mommy again Angela was still there with her and that night they struggled to make love in relative silence. 

Apparently they were successful enough, because Jennifer said nothing come morning except to comment on the fact that Angela was still there when she woke up as she was the next morning and for many more after that. Of course by then Jennifer had stopped commenting and had just accepted it just as she accepted the inevitable when Angela officially moved in two weeks later. Even Derrick accepted it with ease. Not that she expected him too freak out or anything, but it was still nice to know that even he thought it just made perfect sense. He even said as much as when his question about whether or not Angela was living there was answered with a simple nod by saying simply "Well, it's about damn time you found someone." 

Zoey could only smile at that as well as the friendly hug from her ex-husband that followed and the loving kiss from her new lover that came as soon as he had left with their daughter in tow for another weekend with Daddy. He was right, after all. It was about time that she'd found someone who could make her happy and, damn it, she was definitely happier now then she'd ever been in her life.