Teri Woods - Angel's Revenge

She got the name Goldilocks because of her shoulder-length dreads that were sun-kissed to a golden brown. She and Angel had met in prison while Goldilocks was doing a stint for bank robbery. She was bisexual and had been gay way before she met Angel. She was not only Angel’s lover but her best friend, a first for Angel, who had always swung with men and rolled dolo.

Goldilocks had gotten out a few months before Angel and had been counting the days until they would be reunited. As soon as she saw Angel come through the door, she hurried to her, threw her arms around her neck, and tongue-kissed her like Angel was a soldier coming home from war.

“I missed you! Oh, my God! I can’t believe you’re finally here,” Goldilocks whispered, caressing Angel’s ear with her tongue.

People walking through the baggage area couldn’t help but stare at the two women locked in a passionate embrace. Even in San Francisco, passion that electric turned heads.

“Be easy, ma, before you start something we could be arrested for finishing.” Angel smirked, wet with anticipation.

Goldilocks took Angel’s hand and slid it inside her sweatpants down to her pussy. “It ain’t like we ain’t been there before,” she teased.

“Yeah, and it’s somewhere we ain’t goin’ no time soon,” Angel replied as she removed Goldi’s hand and smacked her on the ass with it. “Take me home.”

Once they arrived at Goldilocks’s apartment, the two girls wasted no time. Goldilocks stepped out of her sweatpants, revealing her firm, juicy ass to Angel’s lustful eyes. She began to do a striptease for Angel, removing her shirt and bra slowly. Her tits were the size of ripe grapefruits and had tiny red freckles around the nipples that Angel tickled with the tip of her pierced tongue.

“Damn, you got me so wet,” Goldilocks moaned, rubbing her clit then sticking her finger in Angel’s mouth so she could taste her sweet nectar. Angel undressed and stood over Goldilocks as she lay on the couch, spread-eagled. Angel then took Goldilocks’s legs and placed them over her shoulders before going down on her.

Goldilocks arched her back to meet Angel’s adventurous tongue that lapped greedily over her pulsating pussy, bringing her to a thunderous orgasm.

Then it was Goldi’s turn.

“I got a surprise for you, boo,” Goldilocks announced mischievously after Angel came in her mouth. She reached under the couch and produced a large nine-inch strap-on. She started to harness it around her waist, but Angel grabbed it from her.

“Nah, that’s my job,” Angel said, asserting her dominance and refusing to have a dick, fake or real, fuck her.

Angel strapped on the dildo and bent Goldilocks over the edge of the couch, plowing into her with the hard rubber as if it was real.

“Sssss-awwww,” Goldi gasped, sucking in air through clenched teeth. Angel slid deeper inside her tight hole with the nine-incher.

“Ohh, Angel, Angel, Angel!” Goldilocks repeated like a hook in her favorite song. It was definitely good to have her lover home.

After they showered, they ate Chinese takeout and lay naked on Goldi’s bed, basking in the glow of their reunion.

“If I told you I loved you, would you believe me?” Goldilocks asked, looking Angel in the eyes.

“Should I?” Angel countered.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” Goldilocks replied solemnly. “You mean a lot to me, Angel. What we have, the world may not understand, but I do and I never want it to end.”

“Nothin’ last forever, ma,” Angel said, remembering all that she had lost in life.

“But it can last for life.”

Angel shrugged, “Love makes you do crazy things, G. And I don’t need crazy right now. I need DBD.”

“DBD?” Goldilocks questioned, not recognizing the term.

“Death before Dishonor.”

Angel eyed Goldilocks’s reaction. She knew Goldi didn’t have the heart of a killer, but if she was planning on rolling with Angel, she’d have to do something.

“Death before dishonor.” Goldilocks repeated the code like a bride saying “I do.”

She tried to kiss Angel, but Angel stopped her with an index finger to the lips. She traced the outline of her bottom lip and across her chin to the flesh of her throat.

“Everything I’m about goes against everything you’ve ever known,” Angel explained, sliding her index finger and thumb down Goldi’s gently heaving cleavage and circling her breasts. “And I gotta know. I gotta trust that the only thing that matters to you is me.”

Goldilocks closed her eyes and licked her lips, enjoying the soft sensuality of Angel’s touch.

“I gotta know that your body is mine.”

“It is, I swear.”

“Your mind,” Angel continued, caressing Goldi to her navel. “Will you kill for me?”

“Yes, I’ll do anything for you,” Goldilocks responded.

Angel brought her face closer until they were sharing air.

“Will you die for me?”

Goldilocks blinked and focused on Angel as her fingers slipped inside her wetness. Goldi nodded slowly.

“Anything.”

Angel smiled and kissed her.

“Then we need to go to church,” Angel announced.

First Street Baptist Church.

Angel struck a match with one manicured hand and sparked her cigarette. She concentrated on the reddish- orange flame before blowing it out. She inhaled deeply, threw her head back, and blew a stream of smoke into the cloudy morning sky. The Los Angeles streets were slick from rain the night before.

Angel looked at the face of the church that boasted the name “Reverend Qwan Taylor” on its marquee. It had been almost four years since Qwan testified against Dutch, and Angel had dreamed of making this trip ever since. She understood why Dutch had let Qwan live. Qwan had always been a coward. He wasn’t of the same caliber as the rest of the team. Angel had known it ever since she first laid eyes on him. He was a good car thief and an excellent driver, but that’s where his talents ended.

When the Month of Murder kicked into full swing, Angel saw how jittery and nervous he was. Qwan just wasn’t cut out for that shit, and Dutch knew it so he pardoned him. Angel understood Dutch’s motives perfectly, but she didn’t agree with them, not yet. Not until she had the chance to see for herself if Qwan had been truly vindicated.

Angel approached the front door, taking a long drag of her Newport before throwing it to the ground. She knocked on the door. No one answered. She knocked again louder, and still no answer. Angel tried the knob, but it was locked.

“Shit,” she cursed before stepping around the side of the building to the parking lot. The only vehicle in the lot was a sparkling new gray Lincoln Navigator parked near the rear door. She walked across the small parking lot and knocked on the back door. A few seconds passed before she heard footsteps behind the door. Angel took a deep breath and let it out slowly as the door opened. Qwan stood behind it.

Angel recognized him instantly even though he had gotten a little chubby and had grown a goatee. He was dressed tastefully in a blue double-breasted suit that was clearly tailored to fit.

Looks like God’s been looking out for a nigga , she thought sarcastically.

“Hello, Qwan. Long time no see, huh?”

Qwan looked puzzled for a minute. It had been almost fifteen years since he had seen Angel, and her blonde wig hid the jet-black hair he was used to. Qwan’s eyes quickly took in every curve that generously filled out the body-hugging silk dress she wore so well. Even Angel had to look twice at her own reflection. She couldn’t remember ever wearing a dress in her life, let alone a dress so clingy and revealing. How do broads wear this shit? she thought, hoping her breasts didn’t pop out of the front.