Grace Wilkinson - Angie makes friends

Angie pulled off her dress, kicked off her shoes, and slipped under the bedcovers. She pinched her cheeks to make them appear redder. She heard her father's footsteps in the hall. She opened one eye weakly when he stepped into the room.

"Angel, don't you feel well?"

"I really don't Daddy. Can't I stay home? Please?"

Her father had his finger on her wrist taking her pulse.

"Oh, Daddy," Angie explained. "I'm not really sick. But I don't feel well enough to sit around visiting all night. I've got a headache and the sniffles and I feel rather feverish…" she stopped to catch her breath.

Her father murmured comforting sounds and pushed one of her eyelids back to look at her eyeball. Having satisfied himself that she was not seriously ill, he said jokingly, "You're sure now that you're not sick of relatives?"

"I like Aunt Helen and Cousin Erica," Angie protested vehemently. "Its just that I don't feel up to sitting around being polite all night. If we'd gone yesterday or if we went tomorrow, I'd go in a flash. It's just today."

"If you feel that strongly about it," her father said. "You can just stay home. Get plenty of rest. Have you taken some aspirin?"

"I did an hour ago."

"All right," her father said cheerily. "We'll try to hurry home."

"Don't do it," Angie stopped herself abruptly, then rushed on, "You mustn't on my account. Stay as long as you like."

"Well, we'll see," her father said amiably. "I was hoping to come home early anyway. I have an operation early tomorrow."

"Truly, Daddy, don't worry about me. I'll be all right."

Her father looked at her fondly. "Good girl." He kissed her lightly on the forehead. "I'll stop by to see you when I come in."

"Daddy, you don't need to. I'm a big girl now." She smiled and waved to him.

That night six boys came. Some were drunk and some were high on pot. They turned the stereo up as high as it would go and crashed around her room, singing, swearing, fighting, drinking, dancing, and smoking. A new young-looking boy called Mel, sucking on a bottle of vodka kept yelling to the room at large, "I want to be first, I'll have beginners' luck." No one paid any attention to him.

Angie circulated among the smiling boys, puffing on their cigarettes and drinking from their bottles.

"You're the hotpants we've come to lay?" a tall boy asked half-humorously, half-contemptuously, looking down at her from his great height.

"Think you can fill 'em up?" Angie asked sarcastically.

His eyebrows popped up in surprise. "Hell, yes! What're we waitin' for?" He reached for her.

Angie ducked out of his reach and ran screaming happily away. She bumped into Keith; he grabbed her around the waist and they spun around and around in circles. The pitch of Angie's screams grew higher and higher.

Brad was lounging in the easy chair. "Oh, it's good to be back!" He looked around the room, bright eyed.

The whirling Angie bumped into his legs. For a split-second he saw her cute little ass in full sight, automatically his arm jerked toward it and he goosed her.

Angie felt the finger suddenly poked in her crack. She yelled, half-frightened. The other boys turned to look and laughed at her holding her hands protectively over her bottom.

"Damn you!" she shouted, stamping her foot.

A handsome boy with long curly brown hair stood at one side of her. He smiled. "You're cute."

Angie gaped at him, taking him in. Like a Greek God, she thought. Galvanized into action, she rushed up to him, throwing her arms around his neck. "Help me."

"Sure I will, baby," he said. One arm was around her neck; his other hand ran up and down her long shiny black hair. Her cheek felt so soft against his. He smelled her mother's perfume that she'd lavished behind her ears.

"Who are you?" Angie murmured in his ear.

"Chuck Dillion."

"Where are you from?"

"New York."

"What are you doing here?"

"Just visiting. I'm Scott's cousin."

Tentatively his lips brushed down her cheek to her mouth. Would she object? Her mouth turned to meet his.

"Contact!" someone shouted.

Loud whistles pierced the air.

The two paid no attention. Their tongues played hide and seek, drilling inside of one mouth, then the other. One of Chuck's hands slithered down under her silky blouse. It cupped the soft mound of her breast. Gently his fingers caressed its tauntingly tender rounded contour. Delicately a finger teased the nipple to erect.

"Mmmm!" Angie's whole body felt alive. Lusty trails of desire flashed down to her vagina. Ohhh, it felt so good! She remembered that time. With Doug. When they'd first made it. This would be like that. Only better. A pleasurable groan shook her body. She lifted up her right leg and twined it around Chuck's leg. She felt his body tremble with passion, pressed into her inner thigh. She rubbed her body against it. Softly. He began breathing sentoriously. His arm reached under her left leg, lifted it up and holding her in his arms, he ran with her to the bed. He threw them both down. Still kissing they awkwardly pulled their pants off.

Lying close to each other on their sides, they both explored the other's body. Angie reached for his penis, cupping it in her hand and caressing it. It felt hot and hard to her touch. She felt his fingers trail up her inner thigh. She began breathing louder. The light fingers moved up, circling her vulva, playing with her soft curly pubic hairs. Then they moved into her vaginal lips. His gentle strokes awoke a fiery passion in her vagina. Her pelvis swung upward, reaching for him… She was moaning passionately, brushing her top leg over his body.

He felt the openness between her legs beckon him, desire him. Her hips were wiggling sensually against him… The leg rubbing his body, pulling it nearer… A groan escaped from deep within him. Angie's hand directed his waiting cock to her shadowy regions. She circled its end around in circles, outlining her vaginal opening.

Both began panting; their hips undulated toward each other. Neither knew exactly when his penis entered her vagina. All of a sudden their tension heightened. Chuck rolled on top of her.

She loved the crushing weight of his body on hers. She loved his penis, lighting fire in her. She pulled her legs further back and hungrily thrust her pelvis up against him. Their bodies rocking wildly together, she clamped her legs across his back and worked them up toward his neck, shoving his eager shaft deeper and deeper inside her. Her vaginal walls throbbed and convulsed around it…

She dug her fingernails into his shoulders. She couldn't stand it. Couldn't stand it. Her passion rose to a feverish pitch. A heavy orgasmic wave shuddered through her body. A primeval force energized it and blanked out her mind. The surging shook her from head to toe. All words, all pictures disappeared from her mind. Only feeling, a white-hot passion, remained, glowing. Her body hung suspended on a balance between the mundane and the cosmic worlds. Then the passion soared to a fantastic height, filling every cell. She felt a keen awareness of feeling in every cell. Of conquering the height of meaning. Of being. Her body shuddered with the immensity of the passion, quaking incessantly. Her breath fluttered. Her heart fibrilated. Her body trembled rapidly at an intense pitch. She was doing what she was made for. Orgasm rapidly followed orgasm. She felt Chuck reach his too. His ejaculate squirted in her. Her body shook like a hummingbird's wing, holding the fantastic pitch, quivering steadily, one minute, two, three. Passion completely consumed her, then it subsided and passed away. Sweat bathed her whole body. A languorous feeling possessed her. Her heartbeat and breathing returned to normal. Simple thoughts came slowly to her mind.

"Christ a'mighty! What were you doing?" Chuck asked astounded.