Chapter 3
Angela
I arrived on time with the same bottle of wine that Demetrious sent me after the funeral. The note was sweet and told how much he was thinking about me. I was a little disappointed he didn’t make it to the funeral. We did talk one night after the funeral for hours on the phone. It was easy to talk to him without judgment.
“I’m going to be in the kitchen. I’ll open the bottle of wine and come out to visit for a bit. Make yourself comfortable. Demetrious will be down in a little while. He better be, or I’m going to kick his ass all around the house.” Shelley disappeared behind the closed door of the kitchen leaving me to peruse the family photos on the wall.
Each one was a progression of their age. My main focus was on how Demetrious had grown up to be a specimen of man. I swallowed hard looking at those muscles underneath his tee shirt at the beach. It was a bonus to see him in his colorful Speedo.
Two summers ago changed everything after we got back from the beach. I had sand everywhere in places I didn’t think was possible. I took a nap upstairs in their guest room. I woke up feeling grungy in desperate need of a shower.
I looked up to where it happened and my legs began to carry me up the stairs. This was the present and not the past. Going down the hall made those vivid images come to life before my eyes.
“Take a picture…it will last longer.” I was engrossed in living in the past, but blinking my eyes into focus was better in the present.
“I don’t know what you expect me to say.” His door was open and he was standing in profile with nothing on.
“I double dare you to come in here and close the door.” I looked up and down the hall.
I took a few steps forward. I was soon standing in the threshold of his bedroom.
“You know better than to dare me to do anything.” I was biting the end of my thumb and watching the bobbing presence of his manhood.
“I wasn’t expecting this. I didn’t go out of my way to let you see me like this. Now that it has happened, I have to say that I’m not the least bit ashamed.” There was no embarrassment.
It felt perfectly natural to stand there within reaching distance of his projected arousal.
“Demetrious, I would very much like to get a better look.” I dropped to my knees with the red dress floating around my frame.
There were different pieces of sports equipment scattered around the room. The only baseball bat I was interested in was the one between his legs. It was bigger than I remembered it. 9 inches of solid pipe was prominently displayed. I thought there should have been some kind of spotlight on what he possessed.
“I have dreamed of this day. It doesn’t seem possible this is real.” His statement was met with my hand touching his heated missile.
It was hot to the touch and jerked with a spastic motion in my fist. I was getting intimately acquainted with something I had never forgotten. It had risen from the ashes of my memory to become lifelike. His life essence was flowing freely down the length of his shaft.
I scooped the sticky mixture onto my finger. He was looking at me with fascination. I teased him by bringing it close to my lips without actually touching. He sighed deeply when I ran my finger around the oval shape of my mouth. My tongue came out to get a sample. It wasn’t near enough to satisfy my sweet tooth.
“I like you in this position. This moment is ripe with sexual tension in the air. I don’t want you to think that I’m forcing you into doing anything against your will.” I was exactly where I wanted to be with my mouth salivating with a thirst that only he could quench.
“Perish the thought. I wanted to do this since the moment I saw you coming out of the shower when I was 16. You became an unhealthy image in my head. I’ve been looking for any reason to be in close proximity to you.” I opened my mouth and let him feel the hot breath on the head of his sensitive anatomy.
“I don’t want you to think you’re just another notch on my belt. The other women I have been with meant nothing to me. They were a substitute at best for what I really want.” I delivered him to the tightness between my tongue and the top of my mouth.
It squirted a little bit from the heat of my oral embrace. I reveled in the flavor dancing on my palate. His balls were full and looked ready to explode.
“Angela, I have a proposition for you, but it can wait.” I was curious to learn more, but my mouth was currently occupied doing something more pleasing than talking.
I slithered my lips down along those inches. I was a little concerned I wasn’t going to be able to measure up to the image of what he had of me in his head. It did fuel me into acting like a wanton whore. I could feel the long vein down the back throbbing with this desperate need to release the burden in his balls.
“This is by far better than anything I’ve ever fantasized about. You’re going to have to give me a chance to reciprocate. My god, keep doing that and I think you know what’s going to happen.” The blistering skin of his shaft was slurping in and out of my mouth.
The feeling of going down on him was an aphrodisiac.
I could feel the trickle of my excitement running down the inside of my thigh. I was soaking wet and my panties were sticking to me like a second skin. I could smell the sex in the air. I was tapping into the 16-year-old girl and letting her live vicariously through my eyes.
“You really do know how to suck cock. Your tongue is a lethal weapon. I don’t know how I got so lucky.” The thrill was building with pressure between his legs.
I gave his family jewels a little more attention. The spot I was pressing underneath the head made his cock head begin pulsating with a life of its own.
“I can’t explain to you what I’m feeling. It’s like you know what buttons to push. The very sight of you on your knees is giving me a shot of adrenaline. The way that you look with my cock in your mouth is inspiring. I don’t think that I can keep this up much… longer.” The gravel of his voice confirmed my suspicions.
It gave me enough time to draw the head and the first few inches out of my throat.
His balls had risen and his sizzling release sprayed indiscriminately in streaks all over my tongue. My lips were sewn shut. Not one drop was wasted.
I swallowed the evidence and licked my lips clean after I was done. Squeezing him from the bottom to the top got what was left inside. He bucked uncontrollably and tried to pull my hair away from him to no avail.
“Dinner is ready.” Shelley’s voice shocked us back to reality.
I sheepishly got to my feet and realized he was the appetizer before the main course.
“Fuck me… I plum forgot she was even in the house. Don’t think for one moment we are even. You certainly do know how to take me out of my comfort zone. If sucking cock was an Olympic sport you would be getting the gold.” I backed away not taking my eyes off of his depleted member.
“You’ve created a monster. How do you expect me to leave you alone after that? This was a tease with the unspoken promise of more to come.” I had given him my best using every trick in the book to release the white-hot seed from inside of him.
“Angela, I don’t know what you intend to do for an encore.” I was biting my bottom lip with visions of different positions running through my head.
He closed the door behind me and I leaned back against it with my hand to my wildly beating heart.
I touched my lips with my fingernail tracing the very spot his cock had just vacated. It was surreal to be in the vulnerable position of servicing him with a smile. I was looking forward to how we were going to take things to the next level.
I had to hold onto the railing going down the stairs to steady myself. The perfection of my skills with a certain obscene act was well received. I wanted to get him alone to explore every inch of his body from his toes all the way up to his head.
One night was all that I wanted, but one night was never going to be enough.