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From: "Mr Freeze" <mrfreeze06@hotmail.com>
Subject: {ASSM} My Beautiful Angel (Ch 2) (mf rom nosex slow)
Date: Thu, 23 May 2002 19:10:02 -0400
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WARNING - THIS CHAPTER AND THE ONES THAT FOLLOW MAY CONTAIN SEXUAL SCENES
THAT ARE NOT APROPRIATE FOR MINORS UNDER THE AGE OF 18.  IF YOU ARE
YOUNGER THAN 18 PLEASE STOP READING NOW!!!

FURTHER, THIS STORY CONTAINS SITUATIONS INVOLVING TEENS, FIRST TIME SEX,
MILD INCEST, PUBLIC NUDITY, MILD HUMILIATION, ORAL SEX, ANAL SEX, AND SOME
OTHER SEXUAL TOPICS THAT PEOPLE MIGHT FIND OFFENSIVE.  IF YOU FIND THIS
OFFENSIVE THAN YOU MAY WANT TO CHOOSE ANOTHER STORY.  PLEASE NOTE THAT ALL
SEX IN THIS STORY IS CONSENSUAL SEX.  I DO NOT BELIEVE IN NON-CONSENSUAL
SEX AND THEREFORE I DO NOT WRITE ABOUT IT.  FURTHER THIS STORY IS RATHER
SLOW AND INVOLVES QUITE A BIT OF ROMANCE AND CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT.  IF
YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A GOOD STROKE STORY, THIS MAY NOT BE IT, AT LEAST I
HOPE THAT IS THE CASE.

Enough of the warnings.  This chapter contains no sex, mf romance.

This is my first series of stories so any and all CONSTRUCTIVE criticism
is appreciated.  Also any compliments are appreciated and will keep me
writing this story.  Any and all comments can be sent to
mrfreeze06@hotmail.com.








"My Beautiful Angel" (nosex, mf, rom)

by Mr. Freeze



Chapter 2 - Reunion

The next day I got up extra early and headed to the park.  I spent the
entire day their watching the tennis courts hoping that Heather would show
up again.  I had no luck.  I just wanted to see her.  I wanted to explain
that there was no way I was going to win against a sixteen year old bully.

The next day I slept in late because I had been up all night thinking of
Heather again.  I made it a point that I was going to return to the park
every day until I saw her again.  I got out of the house about ten and got
my bike out and started making the short trek over to the park.

About halfway to the park I heard a shout.  It was someone calling my
name.  I turned to look.  I saw Heather in the distance running towards me
in athletic shorts and a white t-shirt with the local high school's logo
on it.  An older woman, perhaps in her late twenties or early thirties an
d a great figure was following her.

"Peter!" she yelled again.  I stopped my bike; my heart was racing.

I climbed off my bike and waited for her to come to me.  The other woman
was leisurely jogging in my direction as well.  Heather came at me full
force, nearly knocking me down and threw her arms around me and squeezed
hard.  She was very warm and sweaty but it felt really good to get a hug
from a girl that I wasn't related to.

"I was so worried about you, " she cried into my shoulder.

"Where did you go after you ran?" I demanded sounding a bit angrier than I
intended.

"I went to go get help and when I got back to where Tommy attacked you,
you and Tommy were both gone."

"Which explains why you weren't on the playground afterwards, " I
surmised.  "You were looking for me on the path."

"I talked to Jennifer and she knew where you lived so I went over to your
house yesterday to find you and you weren't home all day, " said Heather
pulling back slightly and looking at me.

"That is because I spent the entire day waiting at the park for you to
come play tennis or look for me there, " I said flabbergasted.

The older woman came running up and stopped next to Heather.

"Mom, I want you to meet Peter.  He is the one who saved me from that
bully, " said Heather to the woman.

"It is nice to meet you Peter.  You cannot imagine how thankful I am for
you being there for Heather, " she said.

I blushed slightly.  Taking compliments was never a strong point of mine.
"I just didn't want her to get hurt, Mrs....?"

"Martin.  But you can call me Wendy, " said Heather's mom smiling.  "Were
you hurt?"

"Not much more than he usually hurts me, " I said.

"Haven't you talked to your parents about this boy?" asked Wendy.

I hadn't.  Not that any thirteen-year-old in his right mind would tell his
mom he was getting his ass kicked by some bully.  My mother wouldn't have
given a shit anyways.

"No, not really.  She wouldn't do anything anyways, so it is not worth
bringing up."

"I would like to show my appreciation by having you over for dinner, "
offered Wendy.  "Are you free tonight?"

"Actually, yes I am, " I said.  "I will have to ask my mom first."  That
was a lie.  She wasn't going to be home that night until midnight at the
earliest.  I wasn't looking for the free meal.  I was looking for more
time with Heather even if it was under the watchful eye of her mother.

"Mom, do you mind if I spend the rest of the day with Peter until dinner?"
asked Heather in what I figured was a pretty bold move.

"Not at all.  Why don't you run home first and change and then you can
meet Peter at the park or something, " offered Wendy.  "Is that OK with
you Peter?"

"Yes, that is OK, " I stammered.  I couldn't believe my good fortune.

"Meet me at the park by the tennis courts in twenty minutes then, " said
Heather to me.  She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and then headed for
home.

My knees nearly buckled from the small favor of her affection that she
gave me.

"I think she really likes you Peter, " said Wendy with a wink.

"You think?" I asked dumbly.

"She couldn't stop talking about you the last two days and how concerned
she was about you."

"Oh my, " I said to myself.

"Don't sweat it, you will be fine, " said Wendy with a smile.  "Oh and by
the way, I think you are a good choice for her.  You have already
impressed her mother."

With that Wendy turned and resumed her jogging.  I was left to wonder what
the hell just happened.

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The twenty minutes I waited seemed like the longest twenty minutes of my
life.  As the time passed I gradually became more and more nervous.  A
deep pit formed in my stomach making me feel sick again.  When I saw her
arrive on her bike, my heart skipped a beat.  Her hair was down now and
feathered back to give it quite a bit of body.  She had on a white
halter-top, which showed off her smooth and tan line free shoulders.  She
wore a pair of white short shorts that showed off her toned and very tan
legs.  To finish off the ensemble she had on a pair of bleach white
sneakers and ankle socks.  She was a vision of beauty.

"Hi Peter, " she said smiling at me.

"Hi Heather, " I replied.

Heather got off of her bike and started walking it towards the bike rack.
I followed right beside her.

"Peter, I want to thank you for what you did the other day, " said Heather
suddenly serious.  "What you did took quite a bit of bravery."

"I thought you would think I was a weakling and you wouldn't want to see
me again, " I said.

"That bully could beat up the strongest kid in your grade.  I am proud
that you stood up to him for me, " said Heather.

"He is the strongest kid in my grade, " I said snickering.

"He is in your grade?"

"Well now he is.  I guess he failed eighth grade again and will be
repeating it for a third time."

Heather giggled.  I looked at her when she giggled and noticed how her
nose crinkled up when she did it.  I had to admit it was very cute.

"Do you think he will attack you here again?" asked Heather.

"If we are around other people, no.  He only has the guts to attack when I
am alone, " I said.  That wasn't exactly true.  He attacked the other day
when Heather was present.

"Why does he keep attacking you?" asked Heather with a note of concern in
her voice.

"He is an asshole.  When I started seventh grade I accidentally tipped
over his bike.  I was his enemy ever since."

We got to the bike racks and we both locked our bikes up.  Heather then
took my hand and we walked back towards the path again.  There were more
people walking the path today so I judged that there wouldn't be any
problems.

I loved the feel of her hand.  It was so warm, soft, and inviting.  We
enjoyed a nice walk along the river hand in hand.  We discussed her family
and my family.

She told me that her mom and dad were hippies in the late sixties and
early seventies.  They lived in a commune in Arizona until Heather was
almost eight and her mother decided to run away from her dad.  She didn't
say why her mother ran but I could guess it was because of some kind of
abuse.  She then told me that she didn't attend any schooling at the
commune and that once she arrived in Florida they had to accelerate her
learning.  In order to catch up she had to do kindergarten and first grade
when she was eight and second and third grade when she was nine.  It
involved a lot of summer school and hard work but she made it through. She
said that because of that she was now an A student because her workload
now seemed so light.

I told her about my dad dying and how it was the single worst thing that
happened in my life.  I told her about how my mom turned to alcohol and
men and how she was dating every single night of the week.  I really felt
that I could tell her anything.  It was something about her that just made
me trust her.

As we rounded the bend away from the river and back to the playground we
agreed to do one activity that the other person really liked to do.  I
already knew what Heather was going to have me do.  After completing our
walk Heather and I got back on our bikes and rode back to her house.  She
grabbed her tennis racquet and an old one for me to use and then grabbed a
jar of balls.  We then went out in front of her garage and she taught me
how to serve a tennis ball.

One thing was obvious.  I was not going to learn this in one day.  Most of
the time I just plain missed the ball when swinging.  When I did hit it, I
usually sent it sailing over the garage instead of hitting the garage door
as was intended.  That is not to say I didn't enjoy my tennis lesson.
There were several times that Heather would have to get in close to help
adjust my posture or correct my stance.  I noticed right away that she was
a very "hands-on" person.

After our lesson it was my turn to show her something I liked to do.  We
got back on our bikes and headed over to Bobby's house.  If Heather was to
ever become my girlfriend, she was going to have to get to know Bobby.
Bobby was part of my "package".  He was my life long friend and he was
difficult to tolerate by others sometimes.

Bobby came out showing off his concert shirt from the Led Zeppelin show
the night before yammering about every move that Jimmy Page made while he
was on stage.  I thought back to the passion that Heather had for tennis
and I wished more than anything that I could find something in this world
that I could feel that passionate about.  I formally introduced him to
Heather and Heather told him that she liked "Stairway to Heaven."  Bobby
was all too happy to accommodate her wish to hear "Stairway" down in the
basement.  We ended up listening to the entire album and then Bobby went
on a rant of why the album should be called "Zozo" and not "Led Zeppelin
IV".

To my surprise I actually think that Heather had a good time listening to
the music and she even smiled when Bobby went on his rants.  Just as Bobby
was going to put on "Presence", I noticed the time and got us out of
there.  We needed to get back to Heather's house for dinner.

We said our goodbyes to Bobby and headed back to Heather's house.  When we
returned Heather's mom, Wendy, was finishing up the cooking and Kristi was
setting the table.  Kristi was a miniature version of Heather.  She had
the same blonde hair, the same high cheekbones and button nose.  She was
thinner, not as muscular and about five inches shorter than her sister.
She was wearing a pink tank top and white shorts.

"Peter, I want you to meet my sister Kristi, " said Heather introducing me
to the shorter version of herself.

"HI Kristi, " I said politely.

"He is cute, " said Kristi to Heather winking.

I had no idea where cute came from.  I considered myself far from cute.

"You can't have him, " said Heather giggling.

"But aren't sisters supposed to share?" begged Kristi smiling.

I just shook my head at all the nonsense and found my way to the kitchen.

Wendy was working over the stove.  Her blonde hair was done up in a tight
bun revealing a very long and sensuous neckline.  I hadn't really paid
attention to her body the last time I saw her, but she was definitely a
looker.  Exercise must have been very important in this family because she
was tone as could be.  Her white short shorts and tight white t-shirt
showed off her tan, well defined, body quite well.

"Wendy, I was wondering if you needed any help?" I said politely.

She seemed slightly startled when I started to speak and then she turned
around.  "Peter, I am glad to see you came.  I don't think I should need
any help, thank you.  Why don't you go back in by Heather?"

"Well, I think Heather and Kristi are fighting over me, " I giggled.

"Honestly those two, " said Wendy in mock disgust.

I went back in to the living room and watched TV with the two girls and a
few minutes later we were called into the kitchen for dinner.  We had a
dinner of spaghetti and meatballs and garlic bread preceded by a fresh
garden salad.  Wendy asked Heather and I how our day was and we told her
about my tennis lessons and her introduction to rock and roll.  Kristi
told everyone about a new journal she was starting to write.  She had
found an old spiral notebook with several unused pages and she said that
she was going to start keeping a journal in it.

The rest of dinner was spent talking about me and my limited interests in
life.  I came to find that my lack of passion for anything was making me
look quite boring.  I needed to find something in my life that interested
me soon.

After dinner I insisted on helping clean up which gave Wendy and I time to
talk.  She asked me about my family but I withheld a lot of the details.
I told her about my father dying and that my mother was heartbroken.  It
was a lie, but I didn't want to burden her with my problems.  Wendy
thanked me for helping with the dishes and told me it was like pulling
teeth to get the girls to do it on a regular basis.

When the dishes were done I decided that I had overstayed my welcome and
told them that I was going home for the evening.  Wendy gave me a huge hug
and thanked me for coming over and helping out with the dishes.  Heather
came with me outside.

"Thanks for the wonderful day, Peter, " said Heather smiling.

"It was a wonderful day spent with a beautiful girl, " I replied.

Heather blushed.  "That is so sweet Peter, " she gushed.

I really wanted to kiss her then. I just had to get enough courage to do
it.  What if she rejected me, I thought.  What if she only thought of me
as a friend?  I was afraid of being rejected by her or her thinking that I
was trying to move to fast.  I looked into her aqua blue eyes and I knew
that I had to kiss her.

I summoned every last bit of courage I had.  I summoned more courage than
the day I stood up to Tommy Cicero.  I leaned into her, took her into my
arms and put my lips onto hers softly.  It was awkward at first but our
natural instincts took over and suddenly she was returning my kiss with
fire in her lips.  She exhaled softly into my mouth and I could taste
strawberries on her breath.

We broke our kiss as suddenly as it began.  Our eyes were locked.  Her
lips were swollen.  Her expression was one of pure love.

I departed feeling totally loved.  I felt loved by Heather in a way that I
had never been loved before.  I even felt loved by her mother who gave me
a glimpse again as to what family love was all about.  I returned home to
an empty, lonely house and my mood sank.  I felt the emptiness again.  An
emptiness that I never wanted to feel again.


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