Grace Wilkinson: Angie makes friends

"Louise," her father objected. "She's old enough to know now. She should know. Times have changed since you were a girl."

"I didn't bring a daughter into the world to be a slut," Louise retorted angrily.

"Telling her won't make her a slut. It'll give her some knowledge so she can make good judgments about it."

Louise's face contorted in anguish. "Judgments like yours, Stuart?"

Stuart sat up straighter, trying to control his temper. "For God's sake, Louise. Leave our mess out of this!"

"How can I? When I have to live with it day by day?"

Stuart's voice became low and passionate. "Give me a divorce. More for your own sake than my own."

"Never," she shouted, "never! I won't be pushed aside, unwanted, unloved, and let you marry one of those hot-pants nurses of yours."

"Then live with me, as a wife."

"You keep your dirty hands off me," she screeched. "And Angie, too. Come here, Angie," she ordered. "Don't let him touch you."

Angie threw her arms around her father's neck. "No, no! I love Daddy."

Louise's tone took on a dangerous edge. "Stuart, send that child out of this room. If you don't, you'll be sorry. I'll make so much trouble for you, you'll never practice medicine again."

"Louise," Stuart protested. He saw by her face that it was useless to protest. He took Angie's hands from behind his neck and stood her on the floor. Kissing her lightly on the cheek, he told her, "Go to your room now, Angie, darling. We'll talk another time."

As Angie walked out of the room, her mother shouted. "Not another time! You won't talk together another time. If I catch you at it, you'll both be sorry!"

Her father raised his voice louder. "Louise. For God's sake, not in front of the child."

"That's what you always say," Louise ranted. "'Not in front of the child.' What do you care? What have you done to care for her? I had to carry her until she was born. I had to go through the pain and travail. I had to take care of her, day in and day out, all these years. While you've been chasing nurses…"

Angie ran down the hall to escape from the angry voices. Her fears didn't dispel until she was safely in her room with the door closed. Emotions were zigzagging through her body. Her mind reeled around and around. She wanted to scream, to howl, to die.

Her parents seemed so engrossed in their own problems that they didn't have time to be concerned with her. She felt lost, alone.

The she remembered Doug. He liked her, cared about her. Some, at least. He hadn't told Brad about them. He had endured all that pain for here longed to comfort him. On Friday, she would accept him with her naked body; she would reassure him, and she giggled at the thought of the word, with her little pussy, whether her mother liked it or not.

This time, as soon as Doug stepped into the hall, Angie threw her arms around him and kissed him. Doug was a little surprised, but the demonstration stirred the protective urge within him and he responded. They hung onto each other as they walked to her room. They both felt better when they stepped inside and closed the door.

Wordlessly, they drew together and kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Doug's hands stole down inside her robe and a finger gently teased the tip of a nipple.

Desire emanated through her body at each stroke. She caught her breath and a deeper, warmer desire began to burn between her legs. She thought, here goes, Mom, too bad you've never taken this trip! She reached down and brazenly unzipped Doug's pants and felt around inside for his penis. Her fingers felt his wiry pubic hairs; they explored downward and touched soft and wrinkled skin. She grasped the round, snake-like shaft in her hand and gently slipped it through her fingers. She felt it grow hard in her hand. Her heart tripped a beat. Triumphantly, she massaged the shaft up and down faster and faster. She tickled the tip with butterfly touches.

Doug groaned. He pulled away from her mouth and tore open her robe and dropping his head, sucked noisily on her breast. He could feel the nipple erect in his mouth. His lips trailed down her soft pliant belly and into her soft curly nest of pubic hairs. He gently parted her cunt lips with his thumbs and lightly tongued the head of her clitoris. The tiny, fleshy tip swelled and hardened under his lewd but gentle touches.

Angie moved softly and swayed her body, tipping her vagina upward and flexing her buttocks. Her eyes were closed and she dug her nails in to his shoulders.

Blood racing, breathing rapidly, they tore their clothes off and Doug carried her over to the bed and threw himself on her. They teased each other with lips and fingers. They rocked their bodies together with mounting excitement. Their twined arms and legs held tighter and tighter.

Angie arched her body against Doug's body; she pressed her pubic mound against his penis in an undulation motion — slide up, push, slide up, push — trying to entice his penis to enter her vagina. His cock pushed more frantically against her and while Doug readjusted his body weight, Angie spread her legs further apart and pulled her legs back. She arched her whole pelvis area against him, flexing her buttocks to push strongly up against him. Doug raised his buttocks away from her body for a moment and grasped his erect penis. He groaned and pressed his hips forward and slowly, with the tip of the round, hardened head parted the soft, tickling pubic hair, wormed it slowly into her gently pulsating cunt. The lubricated vaginal walls pressing on all sides of his shaft gave him a pleasure jolt. Angie felt it too. She clenched her buttocks together, as if to lock the hungry, throbbing penis within her. Doug pulled his cock up and almost out and then pressed harder in her. Their excitement grew with each in and out thrust. Their bodies fought each other, moving faster and more frantically against each other. His hardened rod of boy-flesh pounded deeper and deeper into her; her engorged vaginal walls pressed closer against the plunging shaft of his excited cock, lengthening the tunnel to swallow more and more of it deeper and deeper inside her smooth quivering belly. She pushed her body harder and harder against his to keep the foraging cock as far within her as humanly possible.

Their writhing young naked bodies meshed, moving in and out and up and down, and quickened. Hearts pounding, minds spinning, breathing light and fast, their bodies knew only burning pleasure. Their pleasure heightened and grew and grew until it became unbearable and their bodies locked in a desperate embrace and stilled. The locked bodies turned off and their minds turned on. Raw emotions swirled and danced in their minds and emanated through their grinding, interlocked genitals. And then it burst… burst for both of them at the same time.

They lay quietly for several minutes.

"I wish you'd smash into me so hard that we'd never separate," Angie said longingly.

"I wouldn't want to hurt you," Doug said solicitously.

"I want you to," Angie said fiercely. "It feels good. Love makes me strong. It can't hurt me."

"Do you feel my semen squirt into you?" Doug asked shyly.

"Yes."

"That's when it feels most pleasurable to me. So intense it hurts."

"I can't tell what happens inside me when I feel the most pleasure. But I think it feels the greatest when we reach our orgasms together," Angie said warmly.

"I think it does too," Doug agreed. "Am I getting too heavy for you?"

Angie hugged him harder against her. "No, I like your penis in me. I wish it could stay in me forever."

Their eyes met shyly and they were both surprised to see the other's face bathed in an indistinct glow. Angie had never thought Doug was that good looking before and Doug had never thought Angie was so beautiful.

"You know what?" Doug said wonderingly. "I think I love you."