Angelica

This story is purely out of my sick, twisted head. It never happened. But I can always hope...

She immediately caught my eye. She was sitting at the bus stop with a homeless guy and what looked like a drug addict. I walked to the bus stop and sat down next to the homeless guy, who was sleeping, snoring softly as he did so. The woman was in a hushed conversation with the addict, who...how would I put this. It was as if every second his face became less drawn, his attitude more relaxed. A nervous twitch in his right shoulder faded. The woman laughed at something he said. It was a melodious laugh, with something in it that I couldn't quite pin down.

She looked away from the addict as the bus arrived, standing up. The addict got up and hugged her. I expected the woman to take offense, but she hugged him back and the addict walked away, whistling what sounded like “Always look on the bright side of life”. The woman's eyes danced to me as I boarded the buss. Electricity danced between us. That is the best way of describing it. A shock went down my spine and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. The woman looked away, boarding the bus as well. She blushed softly, sitting across from me.

I looked at her. She was Caucasian, with a nice tan and a well build face. Her hair rippled as it fell, curving gently, and her body was trim, almost thin. Her breasts were small, but not so small her chest was flat. She was wearing a nondescript shit, with no sleeves, and short shorts. No wonder, as this summer night was quite temperate. “My name is David” I said, reaching out. The woman jumped. “Angelica” she said, taking me hand in her. A jolt went up my arm, goosebumps rising on my skin. I felt a deep craving in the back of my throat. I took my hand away, feeling my cock stir quite visibly in my pants.

“So” I said, feeling a bit giddy. I am rather shy around women, but Angelica...she just made my fear drop away, “So” Angelica said, smiling, “How is you're life going?”. I blinked. That was a somewhat odd question. “I...er” I said, stammering, “Pretty...bad”

Angelica's brow furrowed, looking at me with a look of concern. “Whats so bad about it?” She asked. “Well” I said, “I just got laid off at my job, my...girlfriend left me and I think I'm almost out of money for my apartment”. Angelica sighed, “Seems bad right now...but you never know what happens in the future”

I realized that I had never actually believed that line before. I had thought 'you never know...' but until she said it...I never believed it. “Do you want to hang out round my apartment?” I asked, the words leaping unbidden into my mouth. I immediately felt like a complete jerk. Asking a woman out a few seconds after meeting her? And some worthless, shy, incompic- “Sure” Angelica said, cutting into my inner rant.

“Er...uh...what?” I asked. “I said 'Sure” Angelica said, smiling. The bus stopped, the doors opening. “Oh...” I said, “Well this is my...er...our stop”.

We both walked to my apartment. “So” I said, “What brings you to Calif-or-n-IA” I said, saying it just like in the beach boy's soundtrack. Angelica smiled, “Not much”.

“Really?” I asked, “I mean...well...are you a psychiatrist?”.

“What?” Angelica asked, sounding confused.

“Well I saw you talking to that addict” I said, opening the door, “And he seemed...well...better for it”.

“I spoke nothing but truth. Psychiatrists just try to find the truths in lies. A bit of a round about way of doing it” Angelica said, walking into my apartment, following the arm I gallantly offered her.

Angelica walked into the kitchen, looking at the ruined pots, pans and other junk. “So” she said, “Why did you're girlfriend leave you?”. “Simple story” I said, “Thought I wasn't...satisfying her in bed”.

I stopped my slow pace through my apartment. Where had that come from? I would never say that aloud, and I had planned to say “Thought I wasn't being attentive enough”. Angelica looked up “I think thats a little...harsh of her”. “Well” I said, “I always thought she was a bit of a bitch”.

I stopped again. I hadn't meant to say that. But the truth kept popping out of my mouth whenever I opened it. “So” Angelica said, looking at a clean pot with something approaching amazement, “What do you think of me?”.

I looked up. Angelica was standing in the kitchen, looking over the counter at me. I didn't say anything, sure that the truth would pop out. Angelica walked around the kitchen counter and through the living room. I noticed that in the dim light of the room, she...glowed softly. I shook my head. It was a trick of the light. Had to be.

She took my hand in her hand. I felt the same jolt as before, and my cock...this time it leaped to full harness, straining against my pants. “What...do you think of me” Angelica said, her melodious voice soft. I got a good look at her face as I stood there. Her skin was smooth, and her eyes danced with an inner fire, mischievous and barely contained. But her face looked like someone who was completely serene and at peace with herself.

“I...I want you” I said, finally. Angelica smiled, moving her hand to her chest, carrying my hand with it. My hand fell on her right breast, feeling it's softness under the shirt. I gaped. My girlfriend had left because I never worked up the courage to sleep with her. Angelica stepped forward, causing my hand, which seemed frozen, to push into her breast. I felt her rock hard nipple through the shirt. Then she kissed me.

I was snapped out of my paralysis, pulling her into my, reaching around her back and pulling her tight. Her body conformed to mine, her nipples pressing through her shirt and into my own. Her breasts no longer seemed small at all, now that I was close. Angelica broke the kiss, looking at me. Every place that we touched, arms, chest, belly, hips, seemed to be transmitting electrical power between us. I reached down, finding the bottom of her shirt and I tore upwards. Her breasts carried upwards with it as I did so, bouncing back down. I kissed her, hard, and we fell into the my sofa/bed. The back of the sofa collapsed under our weight, folding it into the 'bed' formation.

I rolled onto my front, Angelica beneath me. My tong tranced its way down her skin. I felt as if I was kissing an electrical outlet...but it wasn't unpleasant. Her sweat was salty, her skin perfectly smooth. Angelica's head rolled back and she sighed softly, feeling my lips and tong trace a hot, wet path down her neck to her chest. I circled her left breast with my tong, then slid it up to her nipple, flicking it with my tong.

Angelica giggled as I stopped, looking up. “Am...Am I doing this right?” I asked, feeling my prior insecurity rise again. Angelica looked down at me, smiling faintly. “You can't do wrong” She said, “Just do what feel's...right”. I looked back down at her perfectly rounded breasts and took the nipple in my mouth again, teasing it with my teeth. Angelica gasped, sitting up. “David” she said, her voice soft. I looked up. “Let me” She said. I rolled onto my back, my hard on practically screaming to escape from my pants. Angelica, nude from the top, crawled on her hands and knee's to my pants, undoing it with her deft fingers.

My cock sprang into the open air, shivering slightly. It was cool in my apartment, thanks to my landlords insistence that it was always too hot. But my cock was soon warmed by Angelica's hands. I gasped as she gently tugged on it. Then her lips encircled it, gently taking the cock in her mouth. I gasped, my eyes crossing. If my girlfriend had wanted sex...she should have just done this. I had no idea that it-

oh!

oh!

Her lips brushed my pubic hair, spread wide for my manhood. I gasped as she slowly let it slide out of her mouth, sucking on it as she did so. I almost came right then and there, her mouth filled with the same tingling energy that seemed to permeate the air. I leaned back and closed my eyes. She began to pump her hand up and down on my penis. I gasped. “Angelica”. She grinned, taking the whole thing in her mouth. I came, gasping as I did so. I thought I should have warned her, but Angelica had anticipated his action.

She swallowed, quickly, and looked up a bit of cum dribbling down the left side of her mouth. I crawled to her, my hands on either side of her, pinning her to the bed. I readied to pierce her. It wasn't like when I had jacked off, and my cock would go flaccid for a while. If anything...cuming in that mouth had made my cock harder, energy flowing from her into me. “No” Angelica cut it. “What?” I asked, feeling horribly crushed. “I can't...not in this position, anyway” she rolled over, getting on her hands and knees.

“But” I said, “I can't see you're face like this”. She looked over her shoulder at me. “You've got...a beautiful face” I said softly. Angelica smiled, turning around and climbing on top of me, pushing me onto my back. My cock stuck straight into the air, ready for her. She straddled it, and I groaned, long and loud. Her pussy widened for my cock, acting more like a living, thinking creature then what I expected. I was in all the way, both my wild mane of pubic hair and Angelica's soft, well shaved strip, mingling.

I thrust and light began to diffuse through the room. At first I paid it no heed, to enraptured by the sight of her pumping up and down, breasts bouncing, eyes closed and a look of rapture on her face. I started to pump in rhythm with her. We built to an orgasm. Then light flared, brightly. This time I had to notice, as it was coming from Angelica. A light blue flare built in the center of her body, slowly diffusing through her like a gas. It shone in the room, casting a blue light on everything. I gaped, not sure what was going on. “I'm cuming” she gasped, her eyes opened. She seemed to be wreathed with blue flames, shining. It was glorious.

Then her pussy muscles contracted around my cock, bringing me to an orgasm as well. I gasped, shooting my seed deep inside her. Then there was a sound of unfolding cloth, snapping as it did so. And two...wings folded out from behind Angelica, coming from her back. They brushed the far sides of the room, the upper corners of both. I gaped, Angelica sitting perfectly still, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. She fell forward, over me. The two wings folded about us, creating a tent of sorts.

“What are you?” I gasped, looking at her. Her head was cupped over my left shoulder, her ear right next to me. “Dose it matter?” Angelica asked, sitting up slightly so she could look in my eyes. Her eyes were glowing softly, as was her skin. Luminosity hung about her like a fog. Her wings created a space where the outside world was cut off, keeping us warm with downy feathers. They were feathered wings, pure white and beautiful. “You're an angel” I said softly. Angelica's back stiffened slightly. “Why me?” I asked, “Why did you choose me?”

Angelica sat back on her haunches, her wings folding shut behind her. After a few moments they folded completely back into her behind, completely invisible. “Because” she said, “I...I am sort of...well...er...on probation”. She blushed “I think I just blew it too”.

I smiled, “I know how to fix that” I said, my mouth working faster then my brain, “Will you marry me?”. Angelica gaped. “But I'm...a...not human!” she said. “So?” I asked, “I love you”.

“You...you do?” Angelica asked, seeming completely shocked. I kissed her, feeling the self same jolt as before transfer between me and her. “How can I not?” I asked. She smiled and said “I do”. I grinned, my cock hard again. “Lets do, then” I said. Angelica groaned, pushing me onto my back, deciding to follow my pun despite its poor quality.

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