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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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