0 comments/ 6756 views/ 0 favorites Angelina Pt. 01 By: Joyride1980 Chapter 1 It was Friday morning and he walked down the hall of Goddard Advertising, to his father's outer office and smiled at Mrs. Chavez, his father's secretary of twenty-two years. She waved Nick in, telling him that his father was free. Nick walked and sank down into the chair across from his father's desk. Not looking up Christopher Goddard asked his only son, "Why are you here, don't you have work to do? You better have a good reason for coming in here with that look on your face." They shared the same office building because Nicholas, who was the founder and CEO of Goddard Advertising Inc., was also on the board of directors in charge of the hotel chain that his father owned. This appointment made on Nick's twenty-first birthday as a gift from his father and as a very large bonus for working in the company, where he had been working from the age of eleven. "I just came to let you know that I'll be taking Angie out tonight so I'll might be home late, if I come home at all." At twenty-five years old, Nicholas Goddard still lived with his father. After all, it was free. "All I have been hearing about is the plans you have tonight; you were so excited about it. What happened? Why do you look as if you just had the shit kicked out of you?" Chris' relationship with Nick was very open and candid. There was no sugar coating anything, which both of them preferred. "Angie just broke up with Kevin last night." Chris' left eyebrow rose quizzically, "I know that I should be happy about it but, Dad, you didn't have to hear her last night. I took all the strength not to I had in me not to go to his house and mess him up good. "But, Angie, who could always read my mind, made me promise not to hurt him physically or otherwise." Angelina Durham was Nicholas' best friend from private school; she was the only one that made him feel comfortable when he first moved to Barbados from Trinidad. "And as usual, you complied. Nick, you have to stop doing this to yourself and let her know how you feel. The sooner you realize that the happier both of you would be." Nick had been fifteen when he met her and fell instantly in love and had made the mistake of trying the friend route in order to win her favour. All she saw him as was her best friend, a position that he would not give up, even if it meant his life. His father has been trying for years to get Nick to confess his love for Angelina before it was too late. It always ignored, he loved her too much to risk losing her and he was paying for it dearly. "I know that you're right but now are not the best time to off-load something like this on her." "Nick, you have to stop thinking like that because by the time you feel that it is the right time, it would be too late." She had pulled her long curly hair into a simple ponytail at the nape of her neck. Its simplicity of this style accentuated the numerous shades of blonde in her hair, which ran from platinum blonde to the darkest blonde. Angie was a person who never wore a lot of makeup; the most that she would wear would be mascara and lip-gloss or lipstick. Tonight she was wearing clear mascara that had some glitter and lip-gloss that made her full lips look rosy and quite kissable. Of course, she did not know this. She was wearing an emerald green halter-neck dress with a hem that fell mid-thigh, Angie's baby sister, Nikki, called it her "all-cleavage" dress because of the plunging neckline. The colour of the dress matched the green of her eyes, which she inherited from her mother, Catherine. Angie always wore this dress to make her feel better and it never failed to cheer her up because she always felt confident when she wore it. Tonight, she needed to be cheered up because the night before she broke up with her boyfriend of six months, Kevin Johnson. Chapter 2 Angie met Kevin one night at one of the nightclubs in The Gap. St. Lawrence Gap, better known as The Gap, is famous throughout the island for its nightlife. It is a 1.3km stretch of road located in the parish of Christ Church, which is the home to nightclubs, restaurants, hotels and bars. One could always find fun in The Gap. Kevin had walked up to Angie and told her that she was the most beautiful woman in the club and please honour him with a dance. Angie smiled and said, "That's nice. How many women actually fell for that line?" "I don't know. You are the first that I ever tried it on." "So should I be flattered, probably yes, but should I actually dance with you, I'm not sure." "I am actually here because of a bet that my friends and I have going. My friends are under the impression that I can't get any woman to dance with me. The woman has to be a complete stranger that they picked out for me." "I take it back." She replied, "I am not flattered. You want me to dance with you so you can win a bet. How much is riding on my answer?" "One hundred dollars each and there are five of them." "You must have been very confident in your charm and ability. There is something that you should know; I don't dance with complete strangers." The smile that Kevin has maintained throughout the conversation began to falter. "But if I were to get half of the winnings, I will dance with you. By the way, my name is Angelina Durham." "I'm Kevin Johnson." What Angie did not know was that Kevin knew exactly who she was and that was not a chance meeting. It had been all orchestrated. Anyone would ask the simple question how could she be so naïve? To actually think that he wouldn't know who she was but it was very easy to understand. Although, she was probably the richest woman in Barbados, it was not advertised wealth. She had never considered herself growing up any different, other than the fact that her grandfather was rather rich and was leaving it to her. Parents never treated her with deference because she was worth more than them put together; she was an ordinary child who did chores just like any other. She was now looking at herself in the mirror, asking herself how she could be so blind. Why didn't she see through his bullshit? He was always saying that he was short on money because the majority of it in numerous investments. If she had not tried to help as a surprise, she might not have known that he was lying to her. Kevin was living off the trust fund that his parents have set up in their will before they died in a crash. He received a cheque every month from his lawyer and normal people would have been able to live off the allowance. Kevin had very expensive taste and for him, his allowance just could not stretch that far. How could she be so stupid? How could she overlook the most obvious signs? Hadn't Jeremiah taught her better than that? Because you liked the bastard, that's why and the sex wasn't that bad. But I wonder how sex with…don't even go there, young lady. Leave well enough alone. Just then, the phone rang. "Hello?" It was Nick, her little Nicky, who had been her best friend since she was seventeen. Two years her junior, no one would ever guess it by the way he acted. He acts more like her big brother. "Hi, babes, I'm in the car and I'll be there real soon. Are you wearing my favourite dress?" This made Angie smile as intended. "Yes, I am. But before you get any ideas, this dress belongs to me. But because I love you, you can borrow it whenever you want." "See you in fifteen." He laughed. "See you soon." Click. It only took ten minutes for him to get there and she heard him as he turned into her driveway. He had brought her a surprise; this brought a smile to her face. It was a Toyota Supra in classic black with a glossy finish and he had it lowered to at least three inches from the road surface. With eighteen-inch rims and low profile tires, one knew that when the government decided to dig up the road, Mr. Man wasn't driving this car. This car was obviously was for highways and roads that closely resembled them. The colour scheme of the car was black and blue; he had blue neon lights under the chassis and black and blue bucket seats. His interior detailed in black and blue from the petals, which lit up; to the CD player. "I must say your car is sexy, very sexy." Angie said as she circled the car. "Can I see under the hood now?" Angie was probably one of the few females he knew that understood and shared his love for cars. She also knew cars as well, if not better, than most guys know and still was a woman, curves and all. Sometimes he would call and ask her opinion on one of the cars he was customizing but this time he wanted to surprise her and that he did. "Very sexy. If you put in a little more work, you could be just as sexy as your Supra." She said with a teasing gleam in her green eyes. "Get in before I am forced to put you over my knee and spank you." Nick opened the door for her. "Promises, promises. So where are you taking me tonight?" Angie asked as she settled down in the bucket seat. "Fiesta Latina. Is that okay with you, Angel?" Angel had been his nickname for her since they met; the only other person that called her that was her grandfather, Jeremiah Stone. "Whatever, I trust your judgment." Angie waved her hand at him. "Oh, really? What about Deborah, you thought I was thinking with the wrong head." Nick lifted his left eyebrow and glanced at her. "You were. I trust your judgment just as along as it has nothing to do with your love life." "You should be the last one to talk about bad judgment concerning one's love life. Don't forget your last debacle with Kevin Johnson." "Listen, child, I had to deal with the Double Mint twins chorus line of "I told so" and I would rather you not talk about him tonight. If you can't do that, I'll go back inside." "Just because you don't want to hear that we warned you beforehand that he was no good, we have to keep our mouths shut. Fuck that!" "Well, I hope you enjoy dancing with yourself but knowing you, all you have to do is flash those pretty baby blues and you'll have all those skanks begging to bear your children." "Angelina, stay where you are, goddamn it!" Nick shouted; his temper was slipping. This girl really knew how to piss him off. "I think that I should stay home, seeing that I am going to be cramping your style. Think about it, how you can get laid when you have a girl with you already. They are stupid; I doubt they would believe that we are just best friends." She opened the door and had one foot out the door before Nick shouted, "Get your fucking ass back in this car!!" Angie glared at him for a second before he softened his approach and asked, "Would you please get back in the car? I promise that I wouldn't talk about Kevin. Please?" She got back in and buckled up her seat belt without a word. Nick started the engine, reversed the car out the driveway in front of her apartment, and proceeded to drive around the mini roundabout and out through the front gate. He pulled out and headed to towards the South Coast, disregarding the speed limits. He decided not to take the direct route to The Gap but went through the country instead; momentarily, forgetting the height of the car. Chapter 3 He needed to release some anger and he knew no better way than to become one with his car and just drive. He had done it on several occasions, usually when he and Angie got in a fight. He actually forgot that she was in the car, for a few seconds, as he sped through the corners of a very familiar road in St. George. He pushed the car to its limits, maybe on some subconscious level, trying to scare Angelina but she did not scare that easily. Angelina realized that she had underestimated the car, despite how the car looked; it handled the roads of the country with ease. The roads of St. George were not the worst in the country but they weren't the best either, and anyone who had their car as low as Nick had his would have been slowing down every few feet, careful not to damaging any of the OZ rims that the car sported. Nick showed his skill by dropping two gears, pulling the H, sliding the car into the gap, releasing the H and picking back the two gears from the beginning; this manoeuvre lasted a total of five seconds. The only way he liked to make 90-degrees turns. He didn't slow down until he got right at the border of Christ Church. Nick would look over at Angie every few seconds and it began to get on Angie's nerves. So much so, she had to ask, "Doesn't your neck hurt?" "If you would just speak to me, I wouldn't have to constantly look at you to see if you are still steaming. I just freaked when you told me what he did, but I did tell you that I didn't like him from the get-go." "Well, I am sorry yet again for not listening to you but I actually thought that he would be different from the rest. I guess my taste in men is just horrible." "No, not your taste in men, just the ones you choose to get involved with. This is not your lowest point; you do remember the married man." "Who I didn't know was married. Thank God, I hadn't slept with him before I found out." Angelina had a semi-affair with a married man right after she returned from college. It was nothing big and it lasted about two months before she accidentally ran into him, his wife and kids in Sunset Crest, when she and the girls went shopping. The girls were Angie's female best friends that she had met in college, after her embarrassing, almost wedding to Antonio Mendes. Angie was the latest addition to the circle, seeing that the others had gone to the same private school in New York. After Kevin, Angelina decided that she was going to take a hiatus from men and dating, she hadn't told Nicholas yet. Something told her that he might not like that idea but it was her life not his. "Nick, I have decided that I am going to call it quits where men are concerned." "Angelina, becoming a lesbian is not the answer, you just have to learn to pick men how you pick friends and employees." Nick was afraid that she was going to retreat into herself again. "Please, that is a waste of money. Why would I become a lesbian so I can buy dildos and vibrators when I can just find a man who comes with the right equipment? Besides, I meant for now, not forever." Angelina told him. "Okay, this is what we are going to do, we are going to go to this club and we will not discuss Kevin Johnson or any of his dastardly deeds." Nick said, knowing that any discussion on the matter would only depress her and she was to be happy tonight. "Agreed, Angel?" They spent the reminder of the ride in silence. They constantly got into arguments; the most violent ones were the one that concerned her love life or his but they never lasted too long. There was one argument that lasted for a full week; but some suspected that the reason it dragged on so long was that she had a meeting in Chicago for five days out of that week. When they rolled into the parking lot of the club, it was like a scene out of the movie, The Fast and the Furious. Everyone gathered around the car and when Angie got out of the car, she pushed towards the edge of the ever-growing crowd. Angie began to get worried because she didn't like what was going on. Instead of forcing her way back in and risk starting a riot, she called Nick on his cell. "Hello?" He answered on the first ring. "It's me, Blue Eyes. I am at the edge of the crowd and I'll meet you inside, that way we won't upset any of these lovely people. We best meet by the bar, far left." Nick agreed and the ended their conversation. It was 1:30 when Angie reminded Nick that later that Saturday, he had that big appointment with the client that came from New York. He reluctantly ushered her outside to the car. He disarmed the alarm and let Angie in the car before he slid into the driver's side. He gunned the engine and pulled out of the parking lot. He decided to show her exactly what the car was capable of and he just let the car loose on the highway. Because of the time of morning, there was no traffic to deal with but one thing that annoyed him about Barbadian highways was the roundabouts are so damn close together and by the time, you have gotten to a sufficient speed you have to slow down so you don't total your car. One guy he knew was running from the police and was going at this astronomical speed came to a roundabout but instead of going around or even over it, he went straight the roundabout and completely wrote-off the car. People who witnessed the accident began to steal parts of the car and the police officers who were chasing him didn't even bother with giving him a ticket. "You have done good and made me proud. The girls must hear about this." Angie complimented him. "Thank you, that means a lot coming from you." Nick said sincerely. "You're welcome. Now go home and call me when you get there." Angie told him as she got out the car. "You're trying to get rid of me, aren't you?" Nick asked as he put the car in reverse. "It was something like that. Don't forget to call me now." "Don't I always call you when I get home?" Nick asked as the car rolled back down the driveway. "Yeah but you have a brain like a sieve. Just call me, hear you later." "Yeah." Chapter 4 The girls did hear about the car on Saturday when they had their weekly date, although, they lived in the same apartment complex, they hardly saw each other because of their hectic schedules. The only time they see each other outside of their weekly date. It was like as one comes in, and the other goes out; there was hardly an unscheduled time that all five were in the same place at the same time. Mercedes, who like her name suggests, was a car fanatic and is a bigger freak over cars than most people they knew. She was the only person they knew that could tell you the company that made the car by just hearing the engine. That was the very reason why, when Angie had to replace the manager and CEO of the car dealership, she chose Mercedes Bancroft. Mercedes asked all the pertinent questions such as "How much power was there under the hood?" and "Does the body kit suit the car?" The one question left for last, known to make or break a car in her eyes, was "Was it automatic or manual?" Luckily, for Nick, it was manual so it passed in Mercedes' books. For any one in their group, that was good as gold because Mercedes was very discriminating. According to Mercedes, a car is not worth the time discussing unless it is a manual but of course, to every rule there are exceptions to the rule. However, those exceptions make the rule; and the rule was that if a car is an automatic, it automatically fails. "So did you enjoy yourself last night?" Louise Preston asked as she sipped her Coke. "Hello! She was with pork, how could she not enjoy herself? Come on." Rosa Santos answered for Angie. Pork was the name they had assigned to the white Bajan men. "Technically, Nick is sheep." Elise Cooke Adams interjected. Sheep was black and white mixed. Elise was happily married to the son of one of the most powerful men in Barbados at twenty-three. She was the first of the girls to take the plunge and she warned them that she would not be the only one. "No white Bajan is pure white, this island is too small." Rosa qualified. "There are some pure white people in Barbados, you know." Ellie piped up again. Ellie was the shortened version of Elise. "But exceptions make the rule." Louise said. "Would you people stop being so goddamn technical, you're scaring me. Angelina, are you thinking again?" Rosa asked. "I am just listening to you all. You are quite interesting." "That's why you love us." Louise said with a slight nod of the head. "Yes, I do. When I get married, you all will be in the wedding party." Angie smiled. Angelina Pt. 01 All characters are 18 or over ***** I used to work at a restaurant, well sort of a restaurant more bar, more coffee house, really a sandwich shop. I worked Sunday afternoon and a couple of late shifts 9 till 2 am. The Sunday shift was brutally slow. I would usually get my shift chores done and just sit by the window and watch the world go by. Hoping that some hot girl would come in, I'd usually fantasize the afternoon away. Then she came into view, I almost stood up and walked outside to get a better view. She was walking the kids from across the street to the corner store where their mom worked; the family lived a couple doors down. I had never seen this girl, she was wearing baggy clothes but I could tell she was petite by the way she walked except for an almost disproportionally large pair of breasts. She was African American and her hair was not processed just natural and she had an exotic look with an aquiline nose and large lips, long eye lashes, all contained within an heart shaped face. She was five foot one or two at the most kind of tiny really. Just as quickly as she had appeared she was gone and I was left with another boring afternoon. Fast forward a couple of weeks, I had occasionally seen her on my way in to work in the evening and another glimpse on a Sunday but not had an opportunity to speak to her. After work one night I was walking to my car and there she was sitting on the front steps of the family's house. It was next to where I parked my car, I waved hello as I walked past and she said hello, I stopped and summoned the courage to introduce myself and try to get her name. She let out a long list of names that were impossible to decipher or remember, laughing I asked what people called her and she limited it to Angelina. I asked how she was related to the family that lived there she told me that she was the mother's daughter from a previous relationship and had just returned from boarding school. This explained how I had never seen her before. I could not really think of anything more to say so I got into my car and left. Over the course of the next few weeks late winter turned to early spring and she became a more visible fixture in the street scene outside the restaurant. Each time I saw her I took the opportunity to chat her up with any idle chit chat that I could come up with. I could tell that there was something going on as she never broke off the conversation with me; it was always I who had to get into work. She was driving me crazy with her clothing style always baggy and non descriptive, though in tune with the times it left me with little to conjure in my head when I was away from the restaurant. Finally I arrived to work a little earlier than usual hoping that she would be around to chat, she was and she had on a sweater that was an old cheerleader type, kind of thick but there in front of me were her nipples standing at attention straining through the thick material as if it were a thin t shirt. Yes, finally something to keep in my brain, and though it could have been a cool breeze I hoped that she was just happy to see me. I pushed things along by asking her to stop over while I was working that it would be my treat. Around half way way through my shift she came in and plunked down on a couch that we had set up in the corner by the large front windows. I asked what she wanted and she ordered some hot tea and pulled out some romance novel that she was reading. Oh well I thought to myself so she is not the sharpest knife in the drawer...I really did not intend to marry her anyway. I got very busy just after she came in and did not have much of a chance to flirt, but when she left she asked me to stop by and see if her light was on in her room; instructing me that it was on the ground floor at the back of her house. She was wearing a smock thing and some shorts that I could not really see because the smock thing was too long, but I could see her legs small, thin like a bird with perfectly defined muscles. As she turned to leave I finally saw a glimpse of her butt, it was tiny as well, nicely shaped but tiny, being an ass man I was kind of hoping for more. My shift quickly slowed after she left and I was able to close on time with most clean up already completed. I was out the door in record time with a large Hieneken, weed and a bowl; I was ready for a little wind down while I found out what made this mystery chick tick. I went around the back of her house and there it was: thankfully only one window so I wasn't going to end up in the wrong one peering in like some out of place white boy. I looked in and she was not in her room, I was a bit crest fallen, just as I was about to leave the door opened and she stepped in with a towel around her head. She had a thin tie dyed t shirt on and the same shorts as before. I could see now that they were canvas shorts cut in a sort of daisy duke style. Her little well defined buttocks were now visible and it made me forget what a meaty ass even looked like. I waited for a couple of minutes to see if she might remove some clothing, change anything really; I was watching through a window that I had been invited to, it was a rare opportunity for peeping with impunity. She did not do anything, damn. So I knocked gently on the window, she looked up smiled grabbed that damn smock and headed out the door. Quickly, she appeared on the back stoop, she put her finger up to her lips in a shhh motion and pointed across the yard to a garage. I followed her in; it was a multiple bay garage. In one of the bays was a pulled apart Camaro that her step father was putting back together. In the next bay were the seats from it scattered around. We sat on the rear seat bench and she put a brick underneath to keep it from rocking around. Once comfortable I popped the top off my beer with my lighter and offered her some, she took a swig and made a horrible face and said she really does not care for beer. No problem, "Do you want to smoke some pot?" I inquired. She said yes with some enthusiasm. I filled and lit the bowl and we settled into more chit chat. We were sitting pretty close as it was a small bench seat. Her thigh was almost touching mine and though the conversation wasn't growing more intimate I could tell that the chemistry was heating up. Her thigh kept bumping mine and my hand I had placed on my thigh would brush against her, she would lean against me and I against her as we were making conversation. Finally I just reached over and gently held her cheek and lightly kissed her on the lips. She just closed her eyes and kissed me right back but with a bit more lingering. This became our MO: stilted conversation followed by make out sessions. But I am getting ahead of this story. Kissing, kissing, and more kissing it was as though we had been put on this earth to kiss each other. My tongue dancing with hers small bites on her voluptuous lips kisses on her forehead and I started to kiss her neck. She let out a sigh; I knew I was headed in the right direction. I put my hand under the smock on the small of her back and lifted her towards me. She moved facing me on my lap her knees on the seat as she straddled me. I slid my hand up her skinny muscular back sliding underneath the thin t shirt I had seen before and up and no bra...I didn't think so. With my other hand I traced the elastic band which was embedded in the back of her shorts not going straight for her ass but teasing a bit. As we continued kissing she started grinding herself into my lap, my hard cock was painfully expanding down my pant leg and missing its intended target. Her breath was now quickening and mine was keeping up. I slipped my hand down to her rib cage and fluttered my hand up and down her side feeling her womanly curve, this caused a slight moan to emanate from her throat as we continued our lip lock. I slid my hand outside of the t-shirt, there was something about how her unrestrained breasts pushing against this thin material had captured my imagination when she had first appeared in her room that made me want to start touching them first through the shirt then have my way with them skin on skin. I slowly brought my hand up grasping her belly and rubbing it through the shirt, and then I raised my hand and gently rubbed her nipple with just the tip of my finger. Then I moved to touch with two or three fingers her hard nipple. Once I had taken some measure I realized the stunning creation which these nipples were. So sensitive that her moans and deep breathing had left her unable to continue kissing and so sexy that her nipple rose nearly a half inch above her aureola. I cupped her breast with my hand still luxuriating in the feel of the thin material against her skin. At this I moved my other hand to her ass, while palming it I started to raise her so I could uncover and lick this rare and beautiful pair of breasts. I brought my other hand out from under the smock to begin to more thoroughly explore her ass. With both hands in place I used my left hand to hold her up while my right hand slipped underneath the elastic. Just touching the skin on her ass caused her to twist and moan: she gathered the smock and pulled it over her head. As she stood on her knees to accomplish this much needed garment adjustment, it freed my left hand to explore further the hollow formed by her exquisite butt. Her shorts were damp, as I applied pressure to her pussy it was like a dam broke. Her shorts went from damp to soaked, her hand shot downward between us as she grabbed for my cock. Quickly she felt out its trajectory down my pants and she began kneading it through my pants. My right hand continued to pull her shorts down then I moved my left hand to hold them down and away from her ass. I took my right hand and went straight for the front of her pussy to rub her clitoris. Good god it was huge, her hood was dangling more than half an inch from her engorged labia. As I rubbed or sort of tugged really on her clitoral covering the clitoris began to stiffen under the skin. I slid my finger back to her swollen lips and rubbed my finger in the unparalleled wetness. I slipped back to the underside of her hood and gently touch her unguarded clitoris. She actually spit out a growl of sorts. My left hand let go of the shorts and lifted up her shirt so that my mouth which had been playfully biting and nibbling her breasts through her shirt could get down to some serious sucking and licking. I quickly licked around her aureola then slowly kissed her nipple. My mouth then covered her nipple and pursing my lips I began sucking it like a baby. She was panting like a mad woman I had never experienced a more sensitive girl. Though my hand was at an uncomfortable angle I was also continuing to stroke her clitoris both through the hood and occasionally flicking it underneath directly. She was squirming now in frenzy. I stood her up and turned her around so her back was facing me and I could manipulate her body more easily. She sat on my lap with her legs spread and her head lay back on my shoulder. I got my first real smell of her shampoo and it was intoxicating, her shower before I came was fading into a mix of musty sweetness and the sesame oil that she had spread over herself before my arrival. I was slowly taking this in, a little break before a crescendo. I kissed her neck. I began to get to work one hand on her breast the other sliding down her belly to her soft and shiny pubic hair, pausing there to pull it between my fingers and rub her mound of Venus that this position accentuated. Next I gently massaged the hood of her clitoris once again stiffening it. I slid my hand to her labia gently rubbing it without penetration. Her wetness was indescribable; I slowly slid my index finger into her steamy puddle. In and out letting her breathing dictate the pace slowly I introduced another digit to the pool. Her breathing began to quicken as it did so I began pumping my now three fingers into her vulva, into to her faster and faster. My palm was now practically slapping her clitoris; she was jumping as if she were being electrocuted. She let out an "oh fuck" and screamed out a loud growl this one much louder and pronounced, she pulled my soaked hand away from her sex. She shook for about thirty seconds. She sat up onto my lap, seemingly gathering herself; she reached for her cigarettes and lit one. I started to say something and she shook her head cutting me off. I lit a cigarette. Then she said wow and shook her head again and just smiled at me. I shifted her off of me and stood up walking over to a window at the back of the garage. She pulled up her shorts and joined me. We stood side by side smoking and looking out at the apartments behind her yard. We looked at the security light which had been our only source of illumination during our heated introduction. We put out our cigarettes. I moved her in front of me so that I could see her better in this dirty window diffused light. I wrapped my arms around her joining my hands at her waist and kissed the back of her head. She backed up and felt my insistent cock which was repositioned into a more sword like posture. She backed up more, she was so short that my cock lined up with the very top of her ass maybe even the small of her back; she reached behind her and began tugging on it. I brought my hands up to her breasts first through the soft t shirt then underneath it. She began breathing heavier again, then she turned around and started undoing my belt then unbuttoning my jeans. She pulled it out and began stroking it dry. As the pre cum exited the tip she began incorporating it into her massage. I broke her off wanting to take her wet little cunt instead. I turned her around and picked her up carrying her over to the bench. I tilted her over and began rubbing my dick between her ass cheeks. I moved forward and started to slide it back and forth along the opening between her labia. I could have chopped wood with this hard on. She started sort of hopping up and down and pushing my dick away. She said she had just started the pill and her doctor had told her not to have unprotected sex for three weeks until the cycle started again. Fuck me! But she spun around and got on all fours on the bench and pulled me towards her. She reached over and pulled my cock to her face putting those sultry lips on to my crown then swirling the tip with her tongue. Slowly she sucked my cock and deftly incorporated my pre cum and saliva into a perfect hand stroke at the base. I could have stood there for hours. I looked down and tugged her shorts off of that beautiful ass. I hardly had to bend over, being on all fours put her ass and pussy in a perfect position for me to manipulate. I slid my hand between her ass cheeks and began stroking and fingering her sopping wet sex. Her pace on my cock quickened to match my rhythm in her pussy. I could feel her muscles begin to contract around my fingers; I was stroking her dangling breast that I could reach and flicking her erect nipple. She had to spit out my cock to catch her breathe before her orgasmic spasms began again. She asked me if I wanted another blowjob to finish me off, but the moment had passed, I declined the offer. After we parted I took my blue balls home and awakened my girlfriend with a very enthusiastic mid sleep booty call that she enjoyed thoroughly. Angelina Pt. 01 "Like there was ever a doubt!" Rosa quipped. Unexpectedly, Elise exclaims, "I can't believe she left the house wearing that!" She was referring to a rather dark woman wearing pastel pink low-rider jean pants, an orange and white tank top, white belt and black boots. To top off the outfit, she was wearing gold jewellery. "Ellie, you should be the last one to talk. But that is a god-awful outfit." Benz said. Benz was Mercedes' nickname and you don't have to wonder why. "Doesn't she own a mirror, any mirror would do. It doesn't even have to be a full length mirror." Rosa said; horrified at the ensemble the obviously fashion-challenged woman was wearing. Rosa was in charge of Angie's line of clothing boutiques. Even if she wasn't in charge, with her natural style, she still would have been perturbed by the outfit. It took more restraint than Rosa had not to go and inform the woman of her gross mistake. "I should really go over there, do some community service and remove that eyesore." Rosa said quite seriously, although, it caused the others to laugh. "While I am at it, I should persuade her to get an entire wardrobe makeover because I doubt that is the only fashion faux pas she owns." "At The Closet, I hope." Angie injected. "But, of course, darling; but, of course." Rosa tipped her non-existent hat. Elise added, "What bothers me most is that you can tell by the way she is strutting her stuff that she thinks her shit don't stink." "Doesn't she know that not only does her shit stink, it stinks to high heaven?" Mercedes added. Getting tired of the conversation, a type that could to go on for hours, Angie asked, "Can we move on to happier topics?" They were getting to the meat of the most interesting topic of the day when, out of the corner of her eye, Mercedes spotted a spoiler. "Girls, pause." This statement was well known and when translated into layman terms it meant: A car worthy of my attention may have been spotted. What they saw was something that never been seen before, a car that had to have been imported because that model and make of car was not sold in the island, Mercedes would know. It was a miracle or a blessing that the car pulled into the restaurant's parking lot that they were dining. The car, which traditionally was not a very attractive vehicle but after, whomever it was, put thousands of dollars and tons of experience and know-how in, it could rival any car on the road. They all held their breath when the only occupant of the vehicle alighted. It was their belief that a sexy car should have a sexy man driving it but that is usually not the case. The exceptions, to the rule that not so sexy men drove most sexy cars, were placed on a list. The list was dubbed The Finer Things in Life. What stepped out of the car was securely placed on the list and Rosa remarked that he looked familiar. Louise was the first to say, "Every man looks familiar to you, Rosa." "Maybe, just maybe, because she has dated almost every single heterosexual male on this island." Elise laughed. Elise thanked her lucky stars that she did not have to deal with the dating scene. "And some not so heterosexual males." Mercedes quipped. Rosa's love life could fuel the soap writers with ideas for at least two years. Her friends teased her the most about that one thing. Everyone had their fun until they noticed that the person was coming towards their table. He was at least six foot one with jet black wavy hair and swarthy skin. He had a handsomely expressive face that would and probably did win him a lot of women. He was very attractive and it was no wonder that Rosa would believe that he looked familiar; it was exactly the type she gravitated towards. Louise was the one that noticed that Angie was becoming uneasy and realized that she had not spoken since the person got out of the car. "Is everything okay, Angie? Do you know him?" "Yes, I do, that is why he looks familiar to Rosa. She saw him in one of the photos I have in my drawer at home." Angie said in barely a whisper. Had it not been silent at the table, they may not have heard her. "You know that gorgeous man? How?" Mercedes asked incredulously. "That's Tony." Angie answered as she squeezed her eyes closed. There was no last name needed. They all knew.