Send Me An Angel

He didn't remember how or when he got here. Now he stood in front of a college campus looking at this one particular beauty. Many would not have called her pretty, but he knew that deep down she was a goddess. Her hair was shoulder length and jet black. Her eyes were the deepest blue and her skin was pale. She had a little petite body and was somewhat short. She wore some black dressy pants and a tight bright red low cut top that barely showed her small cleavage.

It appeared that she was reading a novel. It must have been a romance novel by the look on the cover of a female beauty being carried by a strong handsome man. She sat in a white bench with her bottled water next to her, as she was deeply involved with this novel.

He could see her lick her own lips as she turned page after page. Her eyes widened in some parts she read as if they might have described vivid sex scenes. He couldn't help but just stare at this beauty from afar. For some reason her dark black fingernails gave him an indication that she was not a very social person.

He walked slowly over to this beauty feeling his heart racing. He sensed this beauty was a pure as heaven. She was almost completely untouched. She'd kissed maybe one or two men her entire life. She was a big romantic, but yet the men she met were not. She was still looking for that one special love.

The beauty just put her book down and looked around her surroundings. Her blue eyes sparkled as she found herself daydreaming. He knew she must have been daydreaming about something special. The glow of her face said it all. Maybe it was that one young man she was secretly in love with in her English lit class who had no idea she even existed or it could have been the fantasy where she is a famous writer signing autographs for her hungry fans.

He went ahead and made himself comfortable next to this beauty. He could sense her sadness as she dug through her black leather backpack looking for something. He loved the way she smelled and how she would talk to herself at times. She was a bright and witty human. He never saw her with any friends and knew she visited her home only on the holidays. Yes he'd been following this beauty around for a while now. Something about her intrigued him. It might have been her individuality or maybe it was her lonely heart calling out for help.

He sat watching her checking over her English paper. She looked worried thinking maybe this paper would not be quality work. He felt like yelling at her and telling her that her work was remarkable and that she should stop feeling sorry for herself. She went over her paper at least five times and put it back in her backpack sighing and hoping her professor would enjoy it. She quickly got up and began to walk to her class. Her small frame disappeared slowly and little by little. He sat back and closed his eyes. He could still see her in his mind. There was something about her that was making him fall in love.

It must have been hours when he finally opened his eyes. He wondered if he'd fallen asleep. He looked around and saw he was in the student lounge surrounded by hundreds of loud college students. He couldn't remember how he'd gotten there. He sat there for a moment and he saw the beauty once again. She was sitting alone once again with a different romance novel book. As he got up to go sit by her, he was distracted by a couple of football players and some girls that sat around talking about her.

"She's one ugly girl!" One tall husky football player said.

"Yeah I bet she's a virgin too!" One blonde girl said laughing.

"She's weird and probably worships the devil!" Another football player announced loudly.

They all gawked at the beauty who sat there innocently reading her book. They laughed loudly as they were making fun of her. He felt his heart sink. Why would these guys be so mean to her? What had she ever done to them?

The beauty heard the whispers and quickly gathered her things and ran off. He turned to go look for her but she was already gone. He had to find her, and he had to find her quickly.

He was out on the main campus ground looking all over for the beauty. She appeared to be nowhere. It was a Friday night and that meant college football night. He saw a huge crowd of students running to the football field with painted faces ready to cheer on their team. That October night was somewhat cool and the moon was bright almost lighting up the entire world.

He waited out in the dark fields for the game to be over. He could faintly hear the cheers and screams of the fans. They'd won the game and slowly he saw everyone evacuate the field holding up signs being proud students of the college that won the game.

After a long wait, he finally saw her. She was walking past the long lonely field crying. She'd gone to the game in hopes of talking to English lit crush but was unsuccessful. He could feel his heart breaking just hearing her cry. He wanted to reach out and touch her angelic face to make her feel good. He knew he couldn't he would just have to find another way to let her know she's loved.

She walked for a while until she reached her apartment. It was a tiny one-bedroom apartment. He looked around and saw pictures of her family. She also had tons of posters on her walls of mostly rock bands. He sat on her bed as she was washing her face in the bathroom. She came out with mascara running down her cheeks. Her blue eyes were misty and her nose was red now. She laid on her bed for a moment just silent. Only the humming of her tiny refrigerator could be heard. She took a deep breath and pulled out some sleeping pills. She looked at the bottle closely as if she was studying the ingredients that the pills contained. She held the bottle tightly against her chest while she began to cry again.

"I need strength to continue. Please provide strength for me." She said out loud looking up.

He smiled to himself seeing her praying for a miracle in her life. She seemed to do this every night. He'd been there looking while all the jocks and popular girls picked on her. She was strong to put up with that but she was feeling weak lately. She was almost giving up on life. He knew that's why he was here. To make sure she didn't stop caring about herself. He wanted to show her how beautiful she was and how much her existence meant on Earth.

She had her eyes closed for a moment and finally she opened them up laughing softly. She must have remembered something sweet that happened in her life. She didn't have many nice memories to choose from but this one memory was the one that always made her smile. She put the pills back in her nightstand drawer and got up stretching her youthful body.

She decided to shower after a long day of studying and having to admire the English lit guy she had a secret crush on from afar. She slowly peeled her clothes off. First came her tight red top. Underneath she wore a black lacey bra that held her breasts nicely. She then proceeded to remove her black Doc Marten boots and socks. Her toenails were black as well as her fingernails. Her pants came off next leaving her in some black lacey panties that matched her bra.

He stood there breathless for a moment knowing he had no business there but yet he couldn't take his eyes off her half naked body. She stopped for a moment as if she sensed someone else was in the room. She looked around and bit her lips taking off her bra. Her gorgeous breasts were exposed to him. She stood frozen for a moment until he saw her pink nipples harden.

He felt his head spinning looking at her breasts. They were the perfect size. They looked soft and creamy white. He wanted to reach out and touch them, feel them, kiss them. She then moved on to remove her black panties. His mouth watered looking at her hairless vagina. He wasn't able to see it clearly but the mystery excited him more.

She stepped into the shower letting the water fall on her naked body. He stood there watching her shower. Every drop of water that fell on her body glided down slowly like honey. She began to soap up letting the soapsuds cover her up.

He decided to leave her alone in private at least for now. He roamed all over her apartment looking at every detail of it. She seemed like a tidy kind of girl. All her books and magazines were neatly organized in a small bookshelf. Her bed was nicely made with fluffed pillows all over it. He looked closer at the bed where she had spent many nights crying. He remembered laying next to her as she sobbed and watched the tears roll down her pretty face. After some crying he always knew that she would do something very sensual which he loved to see. Tonight was no exception. He knew she'd be doing it and he was going to watch her again like he always did.

He heard the shower turn off and a few seconds later she stepped out in her electric blue robe. Her hair was wrapped in towel and she went over to her dresser to rub some lotion on her soft skin. It was a raspberry smelling lotion she used that he loved. She rubbed an ample amount on her arms and legs. She removed the towel from her head and let her jet-black silky hair fall onto her shoulders. She brushed it slowly in long strokes. He stood behind her appreciating her beauty. Without makeup she looked even more gorgeous.

She stood up and grabbed the novel she had been reading earlier from her backpack. She laid on her bed with her head propped on the pillows. He watched her reading page after page until she suddenly stopped and put her book down. She lay there with her robe covering her up and soon her hands were undoing the knot on the robe.

He waited anxiously to see her body once again. The robe came undone and her body was exposed. Her legs spread open slowly while her hand moved down to her breasts. She closed her eyes while her fingertips brushed on her nipples. A very quiet moan slipped her lips as she played with her breasts.

He stood there watching never having seen anything so beautiful. He was finally able to see between her legs. He saw her pussy was baby smooth and a dark pink color was barely visible. Her pussy lips were a very light brown color and very thick. Her pink nipples were erect and sensitive. She continued to touch them softly and pinch on them. She probably thought about that English lit guy, or maybe someone else. He didn't care who she thought about, just as long as she let him see this wonderful display of masturbation.

Her hand crept down to her flat tummy where she wore a small naval ring. She kept one hand on her breast and the other was moving up and down her tummy. Her eyes were closed still and he could see her eyes moved underneath her eyelids. She was going to pleasure herself slowly and very sensually.

Her hand that was on her tummy was now slowly moving between her legs. She reached down to her long slit and she ran her finger up and down it. It only took a few strokes and her finger was wet with her nectar. She raised her finger up and slipped it in her mouth. He observed her closely while she tasted herself. He was only able to imagine her sweet flavor. Her saliva drenched her finger, as she tasted it.

She proceeded to put her hand back on her pussy slowly parting her lips. Right away her pink swollen clit crept out. He froze for a moment looking at her beautiful pussy. Her index finger did swirls on her clit making her moans intensify. She moved her little body back and fourth as if she was rocking herself on her finger. Her juices oozed out slowly with each movement of her finger. She was breathing hard now her chest moved up and down with each breath.

She slid her finger inside her aching pussy moving it in and out. She'd never experienced being with a man before so this was the way to get her pleasure for the mean time. He wondered who's cock she imagined was inside of her. He only wished he was able to feel how warm and wet she was inside. He wanted to be able to fill her with his cream and keep himself inside until every drop of it swam in her. There was so many thing he only wished he could do with this beauty. He knew that if the English lit guy ever witnessed this, he'd be hers forever.

He felt extremely lucky to be able to see her in this beautiful private moment. Her finger was buried deep inside of her and then she decided to put yet another finger. Two fingers were now inside of her while her pussy swallowing them, needing them. Her bottom lip quivered feeling the intense pleasure of her fingers. Her fingers moved in and out now in a fast pace.

Her body was now shifting at the beat of her masturbation. His eyes devoured every moved she was making. She seemed to spread her legs even further apart as if she was inviting him to see her more. Her moans were shaky now as she was coming to an orgasm. He waited ready to watch her explode. He only wished he could feel her explode.

Her whole body was trembling with delight as an orgasm rippled through her body. She was laying stiff for a moment and loud lustful moans were heard all over the room. She finally opened her eyes looking around the room. He stood over her amazed and intoxicated by her smell. She licked her lips seductively and smiled. He knew he would have many more nights like this.

She pulled the covers from underneath herself and covered herself up. She slowly drifted to a deep sleep. He sat by her side the whole night watching her sleep peacefully. He wanted to be able to surprise her one day and let her feel him, and love him like a human being. He felt the urge to make himself seen that night but it was still too early. Instead, he just remained invisible and watching over her. He'd always watch over her. He was her protector, her guardian angel.