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I'm Not A Lucky Guy
by Tendal Braxis
Chapter 2
I walked around to the restaurant at
the front of the motel and went inside. My nose wrinkling at the
smell of old grease that had been reheated to many times to too high a
temperature. The place was empty with the exception of a bored, bleached
blonde waitress whose best years were far behind her. I sat at the
counter and grabbed the menu from between the sugar and the catsup and
tried to figure out what I could order that the cook couldn’t screw up.
Burgers and fries looked to be the best bet and as the waitress sauntered
over and set down a glass of water, I ordered two of each to go.
She scribbled something on her pad then tore it off, put it in the order
caddy and spun it to face the kitchen while she screeched out, “Order to
go.” I turned and looked out the window rather than look at her or
the cook, not wanting to ruin my appetite. My mind drifted back to
the girl. Why was she in such a hurry to get out of there? What was
her name? I but, I promised myself, I would find out, and soon.
As I thought about her, I watched the waitress’ reflection in the glass,
she leaned on the cash register and looked bored enough to fall asleep
standing up. DING DING DING! “Carry out order up!” hollered the cook.
I turned back and saw him set a brown paper back in the service window
that was already showing signs of grease stains soaking through it.
The waitress grabbed the bag and plopped it on the counter in front of
me and asked if there would be anything else. I said no, paid her
and went out the door.
Breathing a sigh of relief to get back
into the fresh air. I started back for the room then turned around
and headed to the soda machine to grab a couple of drinks then walked back
to the room. I opened the door and immediately noticed that the girl
was not there but from the sounds of splashing water behind the closed
door she was in the shower. I dropped the bag on the table and picked up
the TV remote and turned the set on turning the volume down as I did.
I noticed that the girl’s clothes were lying in a heap by the bed and picked
up the bra that was on top. 34B read the tag. I was impressed; nice sized
titties for such a young girl. I put her bra back with her clothes
and began to remove the food from the bag and set it on the table.
I opened one of the sodas and turned to look at the TV as the door to the
bathroom opened and the girl stepped out wrapped in a towel. She
was startled to see me back. Her eyes got big and she unconsciously began
to check to see that she was covered fully by the towel. I stood
with my mouth hanging open; she was truly beautiful. Her eyes got
wide and her hand went to her face in shock as I noticed that her attention
was directed at the TV. I turned to look and there on the screen was a
picture of her with the heading of missing girl and Angelena Morgan age
14 underneath. I quickly turned up the sound in time to here the
full story of a drug deal gone bad leaving three dead 10 kilos of methamphetamine
seized, the girl missing and none of the expected drug money to be found.
The newscaster speculated whether there had been another accomplice and
the girl had been kidnapped or whether the girl had taken the money and
run away.
Tears began to flood her eyes, Angelena
sobbed and collapsed on the floor shuddering and moaning, “Oh Daddy daddy,
why did you have to get yourself killed.” I rushed over to her and
picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bed and sat down cuddling
her to me like an infant as I rocked her and stroked her hair. I
didn’t even notice that the towel had come loose and had puddled into my
lap beneath her. I rocked and rocked for what seemed like hours as
she slowly stopped her crying. One last shuddering sob and she stopped.
Angelena looked up at me with eyes red and puffy from crying and saw only
concern for her reflected back in mine. She put her head on my shoulder
and sighed. In as soft a voice as I could muster I said, “When you
are ready, we can talk about this.” And again cuddled her to me and rocked
her some more in silence. After about five minutes Angelena suddenly
tensed up, muttered, “Oh my God!” and jumped from my lap. She dashed
across the room oblivious to her nudity and grabbed the metal briefcase
and brought it over to the bed and laid it down and looked at it.
With shaking hands, she snapped the two latches. “I…I can’t open
it. You do it.” She said to me with pleading eyes. I nodded to her
and reached over and flipped the top open revealing the bundles of cash.
She gasped and I let out a low whistle. The whistle seemed to make
some kind of connection in her head; “Shit, I’m naked.” She gasped as she
grabbed the towel from my lap and blushing from the top of her head to
her eraser sized nipples, she turned around and quickly wrapped the towel
back around herself. She turned back blushing a bright pink that got deeper
as she looked at me and realized how long she must have been naked and
the intimate contact we had shared as I had cuddled her on my lap.
Acting much more nonchalant than I felt, I stood up and said, “hey dinner
is getting cold. Let’s eat.” I walked past her to the table and pulled
out one of the chairs and sat down, turning my attention to the burgers
and fries. After several seconds, she joined me at the table and
sat down, a grateful look in her eyes as we ate in silence.
“Angel.” “What?” I replied as I looked
at her. “My name. Everyone just calls me Angel.” She said in
a soft quavering voice. I nodded and replied. “ I’m Paul. Nice to
meet you Angel, I just wish it was under happier circumstances.”
I finished my burger and threw the greasy wrapper and fry bag in the trash
and got up from the table. Angel silently watched me as I crossed the room
to the bed, opened my bag and got out shorts and a polo shirt and grabbed
my shaving kit. “I’m getting a shower before I fall asleep standing
up. Be out in a bit Angel.” I walked into the bathroom and
closed the door hearing a soft “Okay” from the girl in reply. As
I showered, I wondered what I could do to help the girl. How deeply involved
was she in the drug deal? I wondered about the money, too. Whose was it
now? Hers? The police’s? It suddenly struck me that I could be in big trouble
as well. The police might think I was involved or was a kidnapper.
I was so tired I decided to let it all go until morning. I shaved
in the shower then dried off and slipped on the shorts and shirt and opened
the door and headed back into the room. Angel had moved my bag to
the bag stand by the dresser, closed the briefcase and set it beside it
and had folded down the covers on the bed. She was under the covers on
the other side of the bed apparently intending to share the bed with me.
Her back was to me bare shoulder exposed, blanket pulled up under her arm.
I set my shaving kit on my bag and walked to the door and found that she
had already thrown the deadbolt. I turned around and looked at her and
realized that she was sound asleep. I pulled off my shirt and went
to the far side of the bed and slid in under the covers trying not to waken
her as I got comfortable. I reached up, turned out the light and
closed my eyes. I fell asleep without another thought. Angel
awakened me sometime later as she squirmed around in the throws of a nightmare.
She was thrashing around on the bed crying out for her daddy, moaning no
no no over and over. I rolled on my side and gathered her to me in
the darkness cuddling her in my arms and trying to gently awaken her so
I could reassure her that everything was all right. That was when
I discovered that she was sleeping nude. I pulled her into my arms
as she awoke sobbing. “Oh daddy I’ve had a horrible dream. Hold me daddy,
kiss me and show me how much you love me like you always do.” With
that statement, she raised her face to mine in the darkness and began to
passionately kiss me. Lips working against mine, tongue jammed into
the back of my mouth dancing across the surface of mine. Her hardened
nipples driving like spikes of pleasure into my chest as she swung her
leg over my hip and ground her mons against my cock. “Angel, Angel
wake up honey.” I said with a trembling voice as I started to shake
her shoulder. “Oh. Eh what?” she muttered as she blearily woke up. “Angel,
you’ve been having a nightmare sweetie. Wake up, its Paul.” I felt
her body start as she suddenly came awake. Angel sobbed then collapsed
back against me moaning out, “Oh God it’s not a nightmare it’s true.”
She fell apart and I held her in my arms my heart aching for the mentally
tortured young girl. As her sobbing tapered off I fell back asleep
and so did she.
A wonderfully soft mouth was wrapped
around my cock sucking my pre-cum from its tip as a snake-like tongue swirled
around the head. I smiled in my dream as I looked down at an indistinct
head that rose and fell on my rampant manhood. My hands were lifted
and placed on the back of that head and I felt my fingers tighten and direct
the movement that was bringing so much pleasure to me. I rocketed towards
orgasm, the mouth on my cock urging me to spend my load in its depths.
I felt my scrotum tighten and then that feeling of inevitable unstoppable
orgasm arrived. I bolted upright in the bed suddenly wide-awake as
I desperately pulled on the head of hair in my lap as I tried to drag the
face from my loins. “Angel, Stop arrrugh.” I began to shoot blast
after blast of thick salty semen into Angels mouth. As the exquisite
feelings of orgasm washed over me I suddenly lost all will to resist and
instead of trying to push her face from me, I pulled it tighter forcing
my spewing cock deep into the back of Angels mouth. “Oh shit yes suck it
baby suck every last drop of my cum and swallow it. Un Un Un” I grunted
in time with each jet of semen. My balls finally empty, I slumped
back on the bed and let my hands slip from around Angel’s head flopping
on the bed beside me. Angel continued to nurse my cock as it shrank
within her mouth and finally let it slip from between sperm covered lips
and looked up at me and smiled. “Good morning Paul.” She said then
kissed the tip of my cock and licked the last pearl of semen from its shrunken
tip. She crawled up my body and laid on top of me, crossing her hands
on my chest and resting her chin on their backs. She looked deeply
into my eyes and said, “Paul, I wanted to thank you for all you’ve
done for me. Knowing how much my, my father (her eyes began to tear
up at the thought of her father) enjoyed my waking him that way, I decided
to do that for you too.”
I lifted my hands to her back and began
to stroke them up to her shoulders and down to her buttocks slowly, gently
caressing her silk smooth skin. I struggled with my conscious and
finally spoke, “Angel that was a wonderful gift but do you realize that
you just orally raped me?” I have never done anything like that with
anyone under the age of eighteen in my life, Never once had the desire
to have sex with an underage girl and now, you’ve gone and lit a fire within
me.” I slid my hands up her body again and hooking my thumbs in her
armpits I pulled her lips to mine and kissed her. Her lips parted and our
tongues collided as we fought a war of love within the confines of our
mouths. I finally pulled free and said. “Angel precious, before things
go any further, I, we need to talk. Talk about what happened, what
you will do, how it affects me and what plans we need to make for our safety.
I rolled her to the side of me and she slipped from my body to lay next
to me as I looked down at her.
Angel suddenly jumped up from the bed
and went to her back pack and rummaged around inside then pulled out a
thick legal sized envelope and brought it back to the bed. Angel
sat crossed-legged on the bed facing me, clutching the envelope.
She took a deep breath, and spoke. “Paul, I need you to let me talk
without interruption. By the time I finish, I think you will have
the answers to your questions.” She looked at me pleading silently with
her eyes. I nodded and waited for her to continue. Angel took
a minute to gather her thoughts then began.
“I never knew my mother. Daddy always told me that she chose not
be a part of
our lives and would say no more about it. Daddy was everything to me,
parent, teacher, friend, and yes, eventually lover too. Dad
drugs for as
long as I can remember. He was always up front about it
to me and was
continually telling me that one day it would get him killed.
He was
always reminding me of what to do when it did to the point that
my actions
became automatic when yesterdays deal went bad. Paul, I
loved
my father with all my heart but, I realized when I saw him lying there
dying
that I have to be strong. Daddy home schooled me all my life. I
never
attended a real school except once each June to take the tests that
proved
I had learned the stuff I was supposed to learn that year. That
meant
that Daddy and I were always together 24/7. I learned to make
methamphetamine
by watching him just as I learned to cook, clean, and
play guitar.
Last year, on my thirteenth birthday Daddy taught me about
sex. We became lovers and I have no regrets about it. He was wonderful
to me, so patient, loving and gentle. He taught me everything he
knew
about sexual pleasure. Each time we made love he taught me more.
As I grew up and became more mature, Daddy kept telling me about
the “special letter” that he kept taped to the back of my bottom dresser
drawer. And told me that I was not to open it until after he was
dead.”
Angel held out the envelope to me with a shaking
hand and whispered, “I don’t want open it Paul, do it for me? Please?”
I reached out and took it from her and she rose from the bed saying, “Be
right back.” and headed to the bathroom. The envelope was thick
and yellow with age, residue from being taped several times to something
left sticky tracks across its surface. I carefully opened it and
pulled out several sheets of paper covered in a pinched scrawl and a smaller
envelope that had the name Amanda Morgan and a San Diego address on it.
That envelope was sealed with tape and had the name Robert Morgan scrawled
across both the flap and the tape proving that it had never been opened
after it was sealed. I set it down on the bed beside me and began
to skim over the pages and quickly realized that they were a love letter
to Angel from her father. As I got to the last page, I read his final instructions
to her to go to his sister Amanda’s in San Diego and give her the smaller
letter, and that she would take care of her. There was a phone number
and an email address at the bottom of the last page. I set the pages
down to think as Angel came out of the bathroom wiping her reddened eyes.
She had been crying and hadn’t wanted me to see. As she started to
set on the bed I pulled her to me and cuddled her in my arms and said,
“Angel, the letter is very personal and although I looked at it, I didn’t
really read it. I am going to go get us some breakfast. When
I get back we can continue this okay?” Angel twisted around and kissed
me on the cheek and nodded. I got out of bed and threw on my clothes
and headed out the door. As I looked inside just before the door closed,
I saw Angel pick up the letter.
When I returned to the room with enough
food to feed us, Angel was still sitting on the bed. The sheets of
the letter were scattered on the floor in front of her where she had dropped
each page as she finished it. The last page was clutched in her hand
and once again, tears flowed silently yet freely down her cheeks unnoticed.
I quietly set the food on the table then stepped around the bed and took
her hand and softly said, “Come Angel, let’s eat.” And pulled her
to the table and guided her to a chair. I made short work of my share
of the food as I purposefully keep my eyes from her waiting for her to
speak. Eventually Angel finished most of what was there and stood,
gathered the debris and deposited it in the trash then turned to me.
“Paul, I need to get to a public library. Could you check and see
if there is one near by?” She looked at me expectantly waiting for me to
respond. I was startled by her question at first but then I remembered
the email address and the light went on over my head. “Sure honey,
I take it you want to send an email to your Aunt Amanda right? But don’t
you think it would be a lot easier if you just called her?” I said
in response and waited for the logic of it to sink in. Angel wasn’t
slow and had thought it out and told me that since she had never met her
Aunt, she felt it would be better for first contact to be by email, in
case her emotions got the better of her and she started crying. I
nodded sagely and said, “Well then, let’s get dressed and we’ll find you
a library.” I picked up the phone by the bed and turned away from
Angel and missed the look of relief that swept across her face.
The front desk clerk gave me directions to the nearest library in the next
town and asked if we would be staying another night. I turned to Angel
who was just pulling on a pair of red lace bikini panties and asked her
if we would stay here another night with my hand over the mouthpiece of
the handset. Angel looked at me and shook her head. I told
the clerk no and asked what time check out was. I found out we had about
45 minutes before we had to be out of the room and hung up the phone.
I turned back to Angel and said, “Check out time is in 45 minutes.
Think we can be out of here that quick?” Angel looked at me for a
second then a sultry smile spread over her face. She hooked her thumbs
into the panties she had just pulled up and began to push them back down
as she replied breathily, “That depends on how quick you can fill me up
with that cock of yours.” She stepped out of the panties and walked to
me and rubbed her hand up and down the bulge in my pants as she whispered,
“I want this in me right now, no fooling around just put it in and fuck
me hard.” She pulled down my shorts and knelt in front of me and
sucked my rapidly hardening penis into her sweet mouth and began to cover
it with saliva. I started to pump my hips at her face and she pulled back
stood up and turned her back to me and knelt on the bed dropping her elbows
and spreading her knees wide. I stepped up behind her and slid
my fingers along her labia; she was soaked with her own secretions.
Grabbing my cock I slid it up and down her vaginal lips then seated it
in her cunt. I reached out to take her hips in my hands as she looked
over her shoulder at me and groaned, “Fuck me Paul. Fuck me hard and fast.
Slam that prick in deep and hard.” I shot my hips forward as I pulled
hers back to me seating myself fully into her swampy depths and began to
pound her cunt mercilessly. Shrieked as the head of my cock
bounced off her cervix and dropped her head to the bed and slammed her
hips back at me. Grunting with each vicious thrust, Angel began to
chant, “Fuck, Fuck Fuck.” Over and over with each thrust. Within
a few short violent minutes we were both climbing towards our own orgasms.
“Oh shit. Fuck Yesss I’m gonna cum” Angel gasped. Then seconds later
A scream erupted from her muffled by the bedspread. I felt her vaginal
muscles clamp down on me hard and I went over the edge. I rammed into her
one last time so hard I over balanced and fell on top of her driving my
cock even deeper into her as I came in powerful surges deep within her
clasping cunt. My eyes screwed tightly shut as my hips jerked in time with
each new pulse of semen burst from me. It was over in about a minute
and we both were gasping for air as I rolled off of her. Angel raised
up and turned around and clamped her mouth on my rapidly deflating penis
sucking the last dregs of cum from me as her tongue gathered up our mixed
juices. I raised my head and looked at the clock. We still had 35
minutes to get out of the room.
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