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Angel'sAdventures Chapter One (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
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I remember getting back to our room, taking a
douche and quick shower with Mom, lying down
with her on my bed in our hotel room, and then the
deepest sleep I've ever had. Sleep without dreams.
Well, 'cept that one I just before I woke up that
kinda woke me up, some weird dream about
barbershops, and barberpoles on legs that were
chasing me all over some meadow somewhere on a
spring afternoon. Like I said, weird.
Stirring enough to rub the sleep from eyes,
something felt sticky on my thighs down below.
Figured it was just "backcome" that Mom had told
me would happen whenever I fucked a lot or fucked
a lot of guys like I, like we, had last night. Then a
ping near my uterus, a feeling of slight gush, and
then a slick of blood hitting my pussy like my
period, two weeks away, was starting early. Shoot.
But the fluid now running on my thighs I just knew
wasn't period blood.
"Mom; Mom, wake up, something's wrong; wake up,
Mom."
"Wha? What's wrong, Angel?"
"I'm bleeding 'down there' but I know it's not my
period. I'm scared a little."
"Let me take a look.
She got between my legs and with still
sleep-laden-eyes woke up enough to look and smell
and taste my bloody discharge sticky on my thighs.
"Nope, it's not your period; let me call Harold, just
a sec', Hon'"
She put on her robe and instead of calling Dr.
Jenkins on the telephone walked out to the hallway
and to his room and within ten minutes had brought
him back to our room, he smiling and happy to see
me but concerned about what he saw or didn't see.
Getting a speculum out of his old black doctor's bag,
he peered and peered some more but did nothing to
me but look.
"Let's get her douched, Kate. I think I know what it
is but I need all the old half-dried fluid out from her
vagina."
Mom tried to help me into the bathroom but I
didn't need help. I wasn't hurting. I wasn't an
invalid. I was just bleeding for some unknown
reason a little. The douche did hurt this time as the
vinegar and water solution seemed to sting a tiny
bit.
"Harold, it felt like the vinegar made me sting some
when I douched" I told him.
"Yeah, I know what it is; let me look and see where
the little bugger is at, and we'll have you fixed in no
time" he then working the speculum back inside me
with a "yeah, there it is, c'mere, Kate, take a look,
right there, a "bridal hematoma", a blood vessel
near the surface that ruptured sometime last night,
probably from all the use her vagina took."
"Is it serious, Harold? We need to go to hospital
with this?" Mom asked.
"Oh no, not at all; I've got some medicine right
here in my bag that'll fix it right up. But after I
apply it, no vaginal sex for twenty-four hours, okay?
Do you have an extra pad with you? No? Okay, I've
got a couple in my bag here; wear it immediately,
and if you see more than just a tiny drop or two of
blood on it, give me a call at home and then we'll
take her to my office to run some further tests, but
she should be fine, this is quite common in your
girls and women who haven't had much sex and
then all of a sudden one night have a lot of it, that's
why it's called a 'bridal hematoma', like a bride
would get on her wedding night. Now Angel, I'm
going to give you a shot to stop the bleeding at the
site where this capillary has ruptured; it'll sting for
a second then stop and then you'll be fine, okay?"
Sting? Yeah, like when you step on a bee kinda
sting, 'cept this one was in my pussy. Owwwwcchh!
"Better Hon'?"
"Yeah, Mom, thanks, and thanks Harold."
"You're welcome. How are you feeling?"
"Fine."
"Any other pains anywhere else I need to know
about?"
"Well my asshole is sore and my breasts are sore
and my jaws are tired a little and I just kinda ache
all over."
Patting me on my sore breasts, he just smiled and
lightly laughed with a "well, Angel, you took on
more guys and women last night than many adults
do their entire adult lives, and you're only thirteen.
And you were great last night, Angel, a real
trooper."
"Well, I did what Mom told me to do, didn't do a
single thing I didn't want to do, but did do exactly
what I did wanna do. Right Mom?"
"Yes, Baby, you were perfectly fine last night, and I
am so proud of you my darling daughter, so very
proud" she cooed at me as she slid back to the head
of the bed to cradle me in her arms.
"You two look so incredible together. Fancy one
more last blow job for a friend before heading out?"
Mom and I turned a looked at each other with a
"he has 'got' to be fucking kidding!" look at each
other, each of our expressions almost making the
other one laugh before I focused back on him.
"Sure Harold, one more if you'd like" I spoke just
like Mom would have. I am her daughter after all.
For an old dude he sure had a lot of energy. He
went and went all night and still wanted more this
morning. Damn.
Mom joined me in a double suck of him, each of
us on the other side of his cock as he fucked the
space between us and his hands roamed over our
tits. Didn't last long. Mom turned his cock to her as
he came and swallowed his jism whole as a morning
snack. Damn. Breakfast. I was hungry.
"That was great my ladies, thank you."
"You're welcome, Harold" I replied again in my best
adult-sounding voice.
"Oh, Karen wants to see you both before you leave.
Are you heading down to the breakfast bar to grab
something? Better hurry. They close in less than an
hour to get ready for lunch. We're heading down
there now. Find us if you would, Kate, Angel,
please."
"Sure. Is there a problem we need to talk about?"
"Oh no, just the opposite. I think Karen wants to
talk Angel on a small shopping spree next week, I
think Wednesday, if that's okay with you, Kate?"
"Sure, it's okay with me if it's okay with her; she is
my big girl now, all grown up."
Mom made a decent living for us but never
really had a lot of extra money. Our shopping trips
were generally limited to three times a year, once
before school started, once at Christmas, and if we
didn't go on vacation much anywhere during the
spring or summer then another small one some
time during that time.
"Sure, that'd be neat-o!" I couldn't help but sound
like a thirteen-year-old girl again.
Cyn was sitting a large round table down in the
hotel's restaurant with her Mom and Dad as my
Mom and I joined them and I couldn't help but
sneak one kiss squarely on Cyn's lips despite Mom
and all having warned me repeatedly not to do
public kisses or and stuff like that with club
members.
"Young lady, there will be some extra chores for you
for that little display just now, trust me."
She was my lover and sex partner, but yeah,
she was still my Mom too and I wouldn't want or
have her any other way. And I didn't care either.
Cynthia was my friend and lover too and if I wanted
to kiss her anywhere then yeah I would.
"Okay Mom, whatever you say" as I plopped my
breakfast bar cold pancakes and syrup and ice-cold
sausage patties and link sausages down on the
table as Mom ate her fruit cocktail salad and
everyone made easy conversation. Mrs. Jenkins,
Harold's wife, Karen, motioned me to come sit
beside her, I assume so we could talk about the
shopping spree she wanted to take me on.
"Harold wants Angel here to come by his office first
thing Wednesday morning so he can check out her
rupture and do a more complete exam of her; can
you have her there by 7AM before you go to work,
Kate?"
Mom got a look of dead seriousness of her face, the
kind of worried-Mom look I don't like seeing.
"Is anything wrong, Harold, Karen? You 'have' to
tell me if there is."
"Oh no, Angel's fine, we just want to run some tests
on her, the kind we ran on you after your first social
with us, if you don't mind."
"That's all?"
"Yeah, Honey, that's all, we promise" as Karen
stroked and patted Mom's arm in a gesture of
support as they leaned into each other a bit.
"Sure then, if you promise me that's all?"
"Well, that's why I wanted to take her shopping
later that morning, and take her to our club for
lunch too if that's okay with you?"
"You don't have to take her shopping, Karen,
Harold, doing the tests are fine but you don't have
to spend money on her."
"No no, we want to, Angel here is such a special
girl, aren't you Angel?" Karen taking a very
Mom-ish tone with me I didn't know if I particularly
liked as she patted me on the head and messed
with my hair which I 'definitely' didn't like.
"Yeah, I 'guess' sooooo" I smartassed back at her
but she didn't care or didn't notice one.
"And besides, I would like to introduce her to a
special friend of ours, the son of one of our
colleagues who just turned sixteen. We'd like for
him to join us for lunch and maybe show Angel how
golf is played afterwards, let her drive the cart
while he joins our threesome if that's okay, okay,
Kate?"
"Angel is her own woman now. It's totally up to
her."
"Well these tests hurt? Any needles? No shots?"
"No Angel, no shots, promise. Just some written
tests and then a little poking and prodding
afterwards but no needles, my word as your friend."
He 'was' my friend. Some old forty or fifty some
year old dude, but yeah, Dr. Harold Jenkins was my
friend. His cock had been in every part of my body
enough times to at least to become my friend.
"Sure, I'd like that."
"And we will bring her home afterwards."
"Thank you Karen. That's very thoughtful of you."
"Glad to do it, of course" as the two of them hugged
and swapped a quick kiss. And I was going to get
punished by Mom for just doing the same thing to
Cyn' a minute ago? Shessssh. Adults!
"I do want to see all the test results and paperwork
and all of the tests once you get them back" Mom
somewhat sternly spoke as she broke her light
embrace of Karen.
"Of course. Can we mail them to you?"
"Sure."
"Done then."
When we got home there were six messages
already on the answering machine having to do with
me. Messages asking to speak to Mom about me to
them, mostly couples of the Raleigh Friends but one
from a single woman I don't remember seeing or
being with on Saturday night.
"You're a bright, pretty intelligent and very hot
single lady now, my Angel, a single woman who is
now known as a real swinger at a swinging social
club. You are a wanted woman now. Lots of couples
and others will want to see you in private, have you
come over to their houses to try to get you to swing
with them. I'm not going to tell you not to. I knew
when I made the decision to let you go with me I
was making the decision to let you become a
woman maybe a bit early, but I thought you were
ready for it. After the other night, I know you were,
know you are."
"Thanks, Mom, I love you so much" I just rushed
over to hug her close to me as the words came out
of my mouth.
"I love you too, Angel" she kissing the top of my
head.
"Mom, am I a sex addict?"
"No my little one" she cooed back at me as she
pulled back a bit to hold my chin and face up to her
gaze "not unless you let sex rule your life, if you
stop doing other things you like just to have more
sex, then no, you're not a sex addict, I know you're
not don't worry about, 'k?" she just beaming at me.
I do love my Mom so much.
"Thanks Mom."
"Hmmm-hhhmmm; now, about these phone calls."
"What should I do?"
"Well, it's up to you, but let me tell what I'd do.
This is how I handled it when I first joined and the
phone calls flooded in for me, too, after that first
social I attended."
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Let me go find the current annual directory, be
right back, just stay here and listen carefully to the
messages on the machine. And don't be surprised if
more come in. I think I got twenty calls that first
Sunday after and something like forty total into the
next week, all from couples and others wanting me
to party with them."
"Wowwww!"
"Yeah, right, it was a real 'wow' except I did and do
have to make a living and one can't live on sex
alone; be right back, listen to the phone calls, k'?"
Basically, all of them were asking permission
from Mom to talk to her about speaking to me about
"seeing" them as how everyone of them put it. Cool.
That was okay. Two or three sounded nicer than the
other two or three. And one of the nicer ones of
course were the McClambs, Derrick and Etta, whom
me and Cyn had swung with privately. Yeah, I liked
them, a lot.
"Here Hon, take a look; your photo will be in here
next year, but your age won't be of course."
"Of course Mom, uh-hu?"
She started flipping through the photocopied
sheets bound in some sort of plastic binder at the
side as we sat down on the couch together, must
have been a hundred or more pages total, but there
was lotsa stuff besides pictures and information
about the members, there were a complete set of
club rules, a page of safe sex do's and don'ts, a
listing of the Board Of Directors of which Mom and
Aunt Susan and Uncle Sam and Harold and Karen
and four other couples were all members of,
swinging etiquette do's and don'ts, club policies on
drug and alcohol use, a fee schedule of club dues
and charges, a listing of upcoming theme socials for
the year, a detailed map on how to get to the hotel
from anywhere around Raleigh using the Beltline as
a reference guide, and one thing I noticed on each
page was in tiny letters the word "Affinity" and on
the front cover as such in big bold lettering was the
word "Affinity" as well.
"Mom, what's 'Affinity'?"
"That's the name of the club, Hon'"
"I thought the name of the club was 'Raleigh
Friends'?"
"It is; and it isn't; when a couple or single lady
becomes a member, a full member and not just
someone or some couple that attends the public
part of the social, the dance, then we give them a
directory like this and tell the real name of the club
which is 'Affinity'."
"Why is that Mom? You never told me about that!" I
giggled a little.
"Cause no young lady or couple becomes a real
member until after we know they're actually
swingers. And until last night, you weren't a
swinger, my little love, were you?"
"Uh-uh, I guess not, hehehehehe"
"That way, when a couple calls another couple from
the directory for example to see if they'd like to
maybe meet for a private party, they tell them that
they got their names from the 'Afffinity' directory
and they immediately know that they're 'for real',
aren't phonies, make sense?"
"Yeah Mom, it does."
"Anyone who called strike your fancy?"
"Well, the McClambs called, and me and Cyn swung
with them privately for a while, I really like them,
Mom."
"Let's take a look, shall we" she flipping the pages
to their listing. Photos taken from their club ID
badges, first and last names, home address, home
phone, Derrick's cell phone number, he is straight
and Etta was listed as bi yeah-duh, years in the
lifestyle, sexual preferences and dislikes for both,
travel or entertain, yeah, cool, things like that.
"Thanks Mom."
"Sure Hon'. Now, I'm really trusting you aren't I?"
"Yes Mom, and I won't let you down."
"You don't have to call anyone back, and you don't
have to swing with anyone you don't want to. The
lifestyle is about fun, having fun, not having sex,
having fun."
"I knowwww Mom"
"I know you do but I'm still your Mother. If there is
anyone in here that you might want to call but
didn't swing with them last night, let me see their
listing first, I know most of the people in here and
Harold and Karen know the ones I don't, we don't
want to do anything stupid and get us all arrested
now do we, little one?"
"Nooooo, Mooommmm!!!" I replied in my best
half-retard voice.
"C'mere, you!" she pulling me to her once again as
she tickled my ribs for the fun of it. Still my Mom,
thank goodness.
"Can I call Derrick and Etta right now? I know
them. Was with them. Like them, Can I Mom?"
"Sure Hon', but if you wouldn't mind, can I listen in
on the cordless extension for this first time, just to
see how you do, see what you say to what they
say?"
"Sure Mom, I don't care."
Etta answered the phone.
"Etta, Mrs. McClamb, this is Angel, Angel Green."
Dead silence for a moment.
"Pardon?"
"Etta, this is Angel, we met at the 'Affinity' social
last night, you and Derrick and I and Cynthia
Jenkins partied in your room, remember?" Mom
literally shooting me a thumbs-up.
"Oh yes, Angel, my goodness, we didn't expect you
to call back so soon, thanks for calling us back. How
are you?"
"Well, I ;" Mom shooting me a head shake
side-to-side in a gesture for me not mention my
little rupture I had, I think that's what she was
trying to tell me "I'm a little tired of course, but I'll
be fine, whad' about you?"
"Oh we're fine too, thanks. Derrick and I really
enjoyed the pleasure of your company in our room,
Angel."
I shot Mom a look of "hu?" and she shrugged
her shoulders back at me like "this is how they talk,
they're Scottish."
"Uh, thank you. And thanks for calling. I wanted to
call you and Derrick back and didn't know how and
Mom showed me the membership directory and how
to use it."
"Your Mom is very special."
"Yes, she is; is she there?"
"Yes she is; " Mom again shaking her head "no" at
me to tell me not to get her involved "but she's
doing laundry and stuff, I can get her if you want,
but she's busy."
"No, that's fine, can we talk some Angel?" Mom
shooting me another thumbs up
"Sure, I'd like that. Is Derrick around, can he talk to
me too?"
"Abo-solutely. Deeerrrrricccckkkk!" yelled so loud to
her husband it hurt my ear, damn "pick up the
extension, Derrick, it's Angel!"
"Hi Angel"
"Hi Derrick"
"So, Angel, thanks for calling us back so promptly."
"Sure, Derrick. Uh, Derrick, Etta, I was going to call
you anyway if you hadn't called. I really enjoyed
swinging with you guys. You're neat, and I think are
the nicest couple I met at the whole social."
"Well, thank you Angel!" Etta replied.
"I don't mean to rush things, but this is new to me.
Can I just ask if we might meet soon, maybe I can
come over soon?" Mom shooting me a thumbs up at
that remark.
"Yes, we'd love that, love to have you over anytime
you wish, for dinner and some fun; when would you
like to come by?"
I hadn't even thought of that. Really hadn't thought
of that. Silence for a minute as I thought of it.
"I don't know; I'm sorry; this is all new to me" I
replied honestly and sheepishly.
"You are just thirteen, Angel, that's okay" he added
"speaking of that, we will need to talk with your
Mom and get her okay first."
"But she told me I could make my own decisions
about this stuff."
"And we're sure that you can, we're not doubting
your word, it's just that you are thirteen, and if you
were our daughter, even we gave you blanket
permission to party with our friends, we would as
parents still appreciate the courtesy of being asked,
so, please Angel, can you get your Mom for us? We
know she'll say 'yes' but we just want to show
respect to her and you both by asking first" he
finished, Mom doing yet another thumbs up and
smiling at me.
"Derr', Edie, it's Kate, she is special isn't she, sure,
she's welcome to make her own plans with you, as
long as you don't mind picking her up and dropping
her off."
"Of course, Kate; and will you be joining her too?"
"Not this time, Edie, maybe another time later; my
dance card stays pretty full" she laughed as they
laughed with her from the other end of the line.
"We understand, no problem. So, Ang', when would
you like to come over?"
"Uh, Edie" calling Etta by the pet name that Mom
just called her "what about Tuesday night?"
Silence for a sec then "uhhmmmm; Tuesday's no
good for us; what about this coming Thursday, say
we pick you up at 6ish or so?"
"Yeah, that'd be neat. Anything I need to bring?"
"Will you be staying the night?"
"Hadn't thought about it, Derr'" also using his
familiar with him "Mom, do you care?"
"No Hon', you're a woman now, it's between you
and them" she replied from her cordless extension
they hearing as well.
"We both have to be at work by 8AM so we have to
leave here by a little after 6AM, so we'd have to get
you up early, around 5 or 5:30AM or so to get you
home before we head out to work, one of us would
at least, would that be okay?"
Mom nodding her head "yes" to me "Sure guys,
she's had her own housekey for sometime now."
"Then we'll pick you up at 6PM Thursday night at
your home, Angel, and we three will spend the night
together and have some fun, sound good?"
"Yes, Edie, I'm really looking forward to it."
"We are too; we hate to run but we need to do
errands and go grocery shopping for the week; see
you Thursday, Hon'."
"See you Thursday then Edie, Derr'." Then "click".
"You handled that perfectly, Darling."
"Thanks Mom."
"You'll be fine now. Anyone else who wants to ask
me first before you arrange to see them, just get
me."
"Sure Mom."
As I said that another call came in and another
message left on the machine, then another not a
minute later, and another not five minutes after
that. Mom was right. This was going to be fun.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I also called my girlfriend Betty who lives a few
houses down from me to ask if we could get
together tomorrow, but her Dad said she was
already in bed. I told him I'd call back in the
morning and he said that was fine.
Betty and I had been best friends since first
grade but over the past year it seemed like we were
less so, like we were drifting apart some. We hadn't
seen each other in two almost three weeks and
hadn't talked but once briefly on the phone and I
wanted to tell her all about the incredible sequence
of events that had just happened to me. Not that
she would believe me, or all of it at least, but she
was my best friend and I wanted to share.
"Bet', whatcha doing today?" I asked the following
morning, she answering when I called at eight a.m.
"Oh, hi, Angel, not much, whatchyou doing today?"
"I'd like to see you if I can. Lotsa stuff has
happened lately and I want to tell you, you are my
best friend after all."
"Sure, wanna come over? Good stuff, I hope."
"Yeah, good stuff. See ya' in five."
Betty lived in a smaller house than we did but
her parents definitely had more money than we did,
her Dad being some sort of bigwig with Wal-Mart
and her Mom working for some state agency doing
something. He drove a new Lexus, she drove a
Range Rover. And she was lucky, no brothers or
sisters to have to share anything with, just her.
"Hey you" I hugged her with a nice hug as she let
me in the front door, catching her offguard a little,
we not normally being huggers much with each
other.
"Wha, what was that for?" she asked as she hugged
me back for a second and then let go.
"Cause you're my best friend and I love you."
"Yeah, and I love you too Angel" she replied as we
bopped up the stairs to her room on the second
floor "so you wanna tell me what's been going on?
Obviously something's changed."
"Yeah. You ain't gonna believe it. But you promise
me you want freak on me, you gotta keep your
mouth shut, or I can't tell you. Promise?"
"Yeah, promise. Now give."
I told her about playing spin the bottle with
Shithead and Squirt and getting caught by Mom
which then lead to the four of us fooling around and
Mom and Aunt Susan and Uncle Sam doing a sex-ed
thing with us which then lead to me being allowed
to a Wednesday night "bridge party" which then
lead to me being allowed to go to the Raleigh
Friends swinging social with Mom and of course I
told her the highlights of all of everything as best I
could. She just sat there slackjawed for more than a
moment as I finished up telling her about
everything.
I literally waved my hand in front of her face as
he gaze at me became fixed and her eyes didn't
move or blink for a moment.
"Bet', Betty, you okay?" my arm then lightly
nudging her shoulder to try to get some reaction
from her.
"Uh, yeah, I just can't believe it."
"Can't believe what?"
"Can't believe all of what you told me."
"And why not?"
"Cause you're my best friend and best friends are
supposed to tell other best friends everything like
this, as it happens, not after it happens. Why didn't
you tell me sooner?" a look of near-sadness coming
over her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I just have been so caught up in
everything, it's been like a whirlwind, I'm sorry, it
won't happen again, I'll tell you all the details as
they happen, if that's what you want" I whispered
to her as I leaned in to her as we sat on the floor in
front of her bed as the teevee on the stand across
from her bed played some dumb morning show.
She hugged me tight, tighter than she ever had.
"I was going to tell you I caught my parents having
sex last week, but that doesn't come close to what
you've been doing."
"It ain't a competition, Silly" I playfully responded
as I whispered to her and then for the first time
ever but just doing what I felt kissed her lightly on
the lips. She looked stunned for a second, then
smiled at me and kissed me lightly back as our hug
continued.
"I know. So, you're a lesbo now, hu?"
"Nah, I ain't a lesbian, my boy-crazy best friend,
but I have learned that I enjoy women, men too,
but women too."
"Is that what that kiss was for? You want me?" she
replied with giggly silliness but with a tone of
near-seriousness in her breath.
"Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe" I cooed back as we
hugged again, this time a little tighter.
"You know I told you about my fantasies about
kissing another girl last year and you told me you
thought it was yucky, so I didn't mention it again."
"Nope, you didn't."
"And now you tell me not only did you lose your
virginity to JJ and your Mom at the same time and
didn't come tell me about like we promised we
would do whenever each of us lost ours but you've
also been not just kissing another girl but your Mom
and brat sister and lots of other women and doing
them as well?"
"Uh-hu" I replied as our hug and kiss continued
between the words "yeah, and I said I'm sorry."
"Kiss me, Angel, kiss me."
I kissed my best friend as a lover, not a friend,
my tongue parting her lips, twirling hers around
mine as Mom and my many other recent women
lovers had done mine. Betty sucked in breath or
two, deeply, as we kissed. Our hands began
roaming over each other's teeshirts, hers massaging
my breasts through the fabric, mine finding their
way up inside her shirt to her smallish braless puffy
titties. Then, the teeshirts came off and we broke
our kiss for a second. We just looked at each other
for another second, smiling but slightly weirded out,
both of us.
"It" just wasn't there, whatever "it" was, it just
wasn't there. Whatever we had as friends, "it"
wasn't there. Still, I knew she wanted to fool
around some, probably. That would be cool.
"I'm sorry Angel, it was fun, but I didn't feel much
of anything" she lightly rubbing my nipples as I
massaged her breasts a little.
"Me neither, sorry too; still best friends?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah" our teeshirts going back on.
"Hey Ang', could we maybe fool around another
time, though?"
"Yeah, sure, Bet', whenever you want. Just not right
now, okay? I'm feeling a little weirded out."
"Yeah, me too. Do you think Bobby would want to
fuck me?"
Why on earth would she want to fuck my Shithead
brother? Oh, no matter, she was my best friend, and
I know Bobby right now would stick is little Vienna
sausage wiener into any pussy he could.
"Yeah, he's gone crazy since that night, pesters me
and Mom to death, fucks Squirt all he can, Aunt
Mags and all too, yeah I'm sure he'd want to fuck
you" she laughing at that as she scooted closer to
me and put her arm around me as a friend my best
friend more than a lover. Cool.
"Would you be there for me? Would you arrange
things and be there with me when he does, since
you and he have already fucked?"
"Of course, my best friend in this whole world, of
course."
Mom dropped me off at Dr. Jenkins', Harold's,
office about seven a.m. or so as she headed off to
work, me wearing one of my nicest but definitely
not my nicest shorts and top combo and no bra but
with panties. He and Karen, Mrs. Jenkins were in his
office just sitting in chairs making small talk as I
found my way through the unlocked front door into
the maze of exam rooms and all in his office to his
actual office space. Both were wearing their usual
white coats and all and she had on a very nice
pantsuit underneath he in his usual nice slacks and
dress shirt. Another couple, both in the early to mid
thirties, both also in white coats were in his office
but hadn't been talking to them when I came in.
"Angel, this is Dr. & Dr. Preston and Erin Suddeth,
they are both doctors who work on staff in the
Pediatric & Adolescent Medicine section of UNC
Hospital, they're the ones who'll be giving you your
tests this morning, okay?"
"Uh, sure" they both coming over to shake my hand
as they made noises about how happy they were to
meet me and it was their pleasure and yeah yeah
yeah "these tests, you're sure they won't hurt?"
"Yes, we promise" the lady Doc replied "no needles
and no pain, just some tests. Shall we begin?"
"Yeah, let's get this over with, Karen, I mean Mrs.
Jenkins and I are going shopping afterwards" all
present except me lightly laughing at that remark.
The first test was bore-ring. Just some written
tests. One where each question was something like
"cup is to saucer like dog is to:" and then there
would be four possible choices like "leash",
"doghouse", "cat", "dog bed", silly shit like that. The
next one had questions like "I often feel alone and
afraid" and "I'm happiest when I'm with my
parents" and "I find school to be boring" and "I
often think about dying" and then just true or false
choices for each.
Then came some sort of weird, really weird
test. In a desk set up in the receptionist area of the
office, Dr. and Dr. Suddeth had set up one of those
combination VCR's on the desk and also on top of
the table was a laptop computer with some sort of
small blackbox device hooked to it, a box with five
large buttons on it, each button having a different
color, going from left to right white, yellow, blue,
green, and red.
"Now Angel" Dr. Mrs. Suddeth explained "the TV is
going to play a series of images the next few
minutes. As each image comes on, you'll have
about thirty seconds to look at. During those thirty
seconds, I want you to press a button on the control
panel you have in your hand. If the image is most
pleasing to you, then press the white button. If the
image is pleasing but less so, then press the yellow
one, if it's okay but not really pleasing press the
blue one, if you don't like the image press the green
one, and if the image bothers you or you really hate
it, press the red button; most pleasing button is on
the left, least pleasing button is all the way to the
right, understand?"
"Yes, Dr. Suddeth."
"Call me Erin, please."
"Yes, Erin, I think I understand."
The images didn't last thirty seconds, more like
ten each but that was okay. Just like some sort of
totally weird Nintendo game. An image of a puppy
dog, then an image of a lady's purse, then an image
of some soldiers in combat somewhere, then an
image of a naked woman, then an image of a
church, then an image of a factory making
something the machines going full steam, then an
image of a naked man, then someone changing a
flat tire on their car, then a couple making love,
then an excerpt from a Presidential news
conference of Clinton's, then a clip of a construction
crew building a house, then some footage of some
naked children running around at a nudist camp,
then back to boring shit like a guy working on fixing
a clock and a woman vacuuming her floors and on
and on for half hour or so. Didn't know what to
make of it, but glad it was through.
"Angel, Dr. and Dr. Suddeth want to give you a
special physical exam now, is that okay?"
"Sure, why wouldn't it be?"
In an exam room down the hall, the guy Dr.
Suddeth sat on a stool in front of me as I stood
there clothed close in front of him as his wife sat on
another stool next to him and Harold and Karen
stood behind them near the doorway, watching.
"Angel, they know about what happened last
weekend, know of the 'special relationship' you
have with us, so anything they ask, please comply."
"Sure" I replied as the lady doctor took some photos
of me with a small camera.
"Now Angel, we're going to do some things to you
for your exam. Please comply with all requests. If
you ever feel uncomfortable or especially if
something we do upsets you, please tell us, we'll
stop immediately, promise, but if you can, please
let us complete the exam as we need to."
"Sure, whatever" he snapping on an exam glove as
he scooted a little closer to me.
I thought I have going to have get undressed
and put on one of those silly gowns but he didn't
ask me to do that. Instead, he worked his gloved
hand down my shorts and past my panties and
found my pussy and worked a finger inside me. I
was dry as a bone but he managed to get it in
anyway.
"Are you comfortable with this, Angel?" she, lady
Doc, asked me.
"Sure, it's boring, but sure."
He didn't frig me at all, just left his finger inside
me without moving as she watched her watch for
some reason. How fucking boring. But I was going
to get a nice shopping trip out of this from Karen,
Mrs. Jenkins, so no matter.
After three or four minutes his finger inside me,
not moving at all, did finally get me damp a bit.
"She's lubricated now, note the time" Erin making a
note on a piece of paper on an old-style clipboard
"check her and confirm, please" he pulling his finger
out of me and she rolling her stool over to slip a
gloved finger inside me as well.
"We're going to play with your breasts some now, if
that's okay."
"Sure, Erin."
She unbuttoned my top but left it on it staying
tucked inside my shorts and began massaging my
breasts some, more like a doctor than a lover. Still,
it felt nice. Then Preston, Mr. Doc, took over and
more squeezed and mashed than massaged but that
was okay, it was feeling nice, he also tweaking and
pulling my nipples to make them erect she making
a note of that and taking some close-up photos of
my breasts and nipples. Then they both stuck
another finger again inside my pussy to see how
much extra I had become wet.
"Lubrication index around what, seven-five to
eight?" he asked her as they looked at the chart and
she made some notes.
"Yeah, let's call it eight-even."
Putting the clipboard down, they both slid over
to me as I stood before them still.
"Angel, please remove your clothing, turn around
and face the exam table; please stand facing away
and with your arms extended place your palms on
the edge of the table, please."
"No shots now?"
"No, no shots, we promise" she replied as they both
gently laughed and I did kinda too.
I could hear her take more photos behind me as
I extended my arms to either side and lightly held
onto the edge of the table as best I could the
mattress thick and the sheet slick on it not making
for a good gripping surface.
One finger then two now from which one I
wasn't sure but no matter now frigged me with a
regular speed, I wiggling my butt to get more
comfortable as I stood naked next to the exam
table. Then three fingers inside me albeit covered in
latex working me, nice. I wanted to come, but they
whichever one they was stopped for a moment,
hearing them snap another glove on and then I felt
the cold cool of a lubricated finger probe my ass.
"Any pain, Angel?" Erin asked.
"Uh-uh, none at all."
"Good. Turn around now, please."
I stood before them, my back to the exam
table, as they both continued to touch my breasts
and feel my arms and legs and touch my face and
belly and all over and then had me turn around as
they examined my back and butt and back of my
legs their hands touching me all over their touch
light their hands massaging and working me all
over. Felt different but nice.
"Up on the table, please Angel, and feet in the
stirrups."
She gave me a proper breast exam for lumps
and such as I laid there as he gave me a pelvic
exam, both looking inside me as did Harold and
Karen as well, all examining my pussy, touching it,
seemingly playing with it, definitely playing with clit
a lot, rubbing and massaging it, checking my pussy
for dampness more, giving me another anal exam
with gloved finger, more and more stuff.
"You were very cooperative, Angel, I, we appreciate
it."
"Thank you Erin, it wasn't bad at all. Is that it?"
"Uh, no. Couple more things. We want to take some
photos of you, more detailed photos, and then we
want you to do the test again where you press the
buttons on the device while watching the teeveee.
Is that okay?"
"Sure." I could feel a big "but" coming on.
"Good. Also, did you have an orgasm while we were
examining you?"
There was the "but" coming on.
"Uh, no, I didn't. Is that important? You didn't tell
me you wanted me to."
"No, it's okay, Hon'" she touching my arm as I sat
naked on the edge of the exam table in front of her
"it's just that to complete the exam, to get an index
reference for our research, you need to have an
orgasm before doing the other test again. Will that
a problem?"
"Oh, no problem. Want to help me have an orgasm,
Erin?"
"No, that would inappropriate, Angel, but thank you
for asking all the same" she smiling sincerely not
sarcastically "can you masturbate yourself to an
orgasm for us?"
"Sure, no problem" I laying back on the exam table
to begin to play with myself.
"Thank you."
"I could orgasm more if I had some help. Would you
care if Karen or Harold helped me?"
"Not at all, we just can't touch you that way."
Karen came over from her standing perch next
to Harold near the doorway they having watched
everything and began kissing me and frigging me
easy as she moved down to my nipple to suck on it
some before moving back up to kiss me as Harold
now stood at the end of the exam table and whipped
out his now-erect cock and just shoved it inside me
his cock taking the place of Karen's hand her hand
now up at my clit rubbing it some more as she and I
continued our very passionate kiss. I wanted to
come, and I came before Harold, letting him
continue on another five minutes until he came as
well, he fucking me with his clothes still one from
the foot of the exam table, the Suddeth's watching
intently as the happy proceedings took place.
Staying naked, we all went down to a locked
room used for storage mainly where a tall screen
seamless backdrop had been set up. As I stood in
front of it and slowly turned around Erin took a
whole big bunch of photos of me. And after that, got
dressed and the silly looking at teevee and mashing
buttons exam again.
As I finished the last exam up Harold and Karen
talked in hushed tons to the Suddeths a few feet
away from me at the entrance to the hallway.
"All finished? Good. Angel, I want to ask you
something, a personal question, may I?"
"Sure."
"Do you find my husband and I attractive,
physically, I mean . . ."
"I know what you mean, Erin, and sure, I guess so."
"Can we call you then, see you as special friends
one night soon?"
"I dunno, Erin, about soon I mean, but yeah,
maybe."
"Here's my card and one from Preston too" her card
showing the UNC Hospital logo with her name and
title "Pediatric & Adolescent Psychiatry" and her
husband's also similar with his title "Adolescent
Medical Research" well not actual title-titles but the
departments they worked for but you know what I
mean, she also scribbling their home phone number
in Chapel Hill on the back of each card "please give
us a call, we'd love to party with you one night."
"Yeah, I'd like that too, Erin" she and husband both
now giving me a hug as Karen and Harold pitched in
the take their equipment back out to their car, a
typical old Dodge Caravan minivan, I helping also
what little bit I could taking a bag of cameras out
with me they waving to me smiling as they drove
off.
"Ready for your shopping trip, Angel?"
"Uh-hu, been ready" Karen smiling as she put her
arm around my shoulder and Harold walked back
inside to begin his workday the receptionist and
first couple of patients now in the waiting room he
blowing me a kiss for some odd reason as he closed
the front door behind him, she and I going over to
her old Lexus and heading out Edwards Mill Road
towards Crabtree Valley Mall.
Our first stop was Ronson's. I had never been to
Ronson's. I knew Mom could have never afforded to
buy anything there.
A sales clerk who knew Karen well greeted us
and escorted us back to a private room.
"And this is your special friend, Mrs. Jenkins?" the
clerk asked.
"Yes, Angela, uhmm, this is Angel."
"Please to make your acquaintance, Angel" she
extending her hand, me shaking it.
"Same here" I replied.
"I'd like for her to have, oh, about six new outfits
today, and some new lingerie as well."
"Certainly. Let me take some measurements first"
she running a cloth tape around my chest, my
boobs, getting my height, my arm length, my crotch
length, my waist, all sorts of places all over me "I'll
be right back."
With two other clerks in tow, she came back
with stack after stack of nice new blouses, slacks,
shorts, knit tops, more. Couldn't believe it. Was
being waited on hand-and-foot as Karen watched
the proceedings.
Helping me, Karen and I decided on a four new
pairs of semi-dress semi-casual slacks, two pairs of
nice shorts, three short-sleeve knit tops and five
blouses of different styles, a couple of print patterns
and the rest solid color ones.
"You can mix and match these lots of different
ways" Karen explained.
"Yes, I know" I wasn't a total idiot you know, had
been dressing myself since I was a kid but didn't
get sarcastic with her, she was being so nice to me.
And then came the underwear. Karen insisted
on getting me seven new matched sets of bras and
panties in seven different colors. I told her that was
way too much but she insisted. Nice ones, all
similar but not exactly the same, nice lace trimmed.
I tried a couple of the sets on, the clerks in the
private dressing room watching but what the hey as
the new underwear felt just wonderful.
"Thanks Karen, for everything."
"You're welcome my darling, I'm happy to do it" as
we openly kissed a real kiss in front of the store
clerks as they re-wrapped and re-packaged all the
stuff and put it all into large paper shopping bags
with large thin handles with the "Ronson's" logo
clearly printed on the bags. Neat. Karen paid for it
all and we made our way down the mall to a couple
of shoe shops where she bought me two new pair of
Nikes and four new pair of dress shoes, I insisting it
was too much but she equally insisting it wasn't. I
mean, I never had worn a pair of dress shoes in my
life.
"We need to run on if we're going to make the tee
time" she spoke absentmindedly as the weight of all
in all the bags weighed us down as we drug the
bags full of all my nice new stuff back to her car.
Harold was already at the cart stand standing
beside one gorgeous chunk of manhood, "Freddy",
Alfredo Canaro, as Karen and I made our way from
the pro shop she also having bought me a pair of
nice new golf shoes I absolutely insisting that she
didn't but she paid me no mind at all and also
buying me a golf glove even though I wasn't going
to play today she promising me golf lessons soon
and a golf hat too.
"Freddy, this is 'Angel', Amy Green, Angel, this is
'Freddy', Alfredo Canaro, your date for today"
pleasantries being exchanged and hands being
shook "you girls already had lunch?"
"Uh, no we hadn't, we were too busy shopping,
forgot" Karen replied to her husband.
"I know Angel here is probably hungry, we only had
a small snack earlier, let's see if I can get another
tee time."
"Remember Angel has to be home later, Dear."
"I know, be right back."
Freddy and I sat in the cart next to each other
in the back as Karen sat in the front, three set of
clubs next to us behind us.
"Can't get another tee time until after four. Are you
really hungry Angel, Freddy?" we both shaking our
heads "no", "well, that's good, we need to go ahead
and begin, let me get the range marshall over to
sign us out."
Watching them hit that stupid little white ball
over and over again was boring, except when
Freddy would swing and that cute behind would
twist and move with his swing, yeah. He and I made
smalltalk in the front seat as Harold let me drive
and Freddy sat next to me and they sat in the back.
I knew they were playing "matchmaker" but that
was okay, Freddy was that cute and that nice too.
His Mom and Dad were friends with the
Jenkins'. I asked him bluntly if his parents were
swingers, if that was how they knew Harold and
Karen. He said that his parents had been swingers
years back and that's how they met them but had
gotten out of swinging but had remained friends
with them. His dad was an attorney, his mom a
stay-at-home mom who used to teach. He had one
sister about my age, but no other siblings. He liked
sports especially soccer. He wrote poetry and
played the piano and guitar. He made up a poem for
me on the spot.
"Angels do not reside just in heaven
or somewhere amongst the clouds
but live among us mortals here on earth
because they love us, and aren't proud
Being selfless in their love
sometimes their beauty matches also
the warmth that is in their hearts"
I looked deep into his eyes as he recited me
this poem he had just made up for me on the spot
as I puttered the cart along the gravel path to the
tenth hole tee. He looked at me equally as deep.
Stopping the cart, I leaned over to kiss him. He
kissed me back. And back and back again. We
embraced for a moment as Harold eventually fussed
at him to come do his tee shot, that there would be
more time for that later.
We made our way through the rest of the holes,
he sitting as close to me as possible as he kept his
hand on my bare knee. I didn't mind. I liked it. We
would kiss for a moment or two when stopped, he'd
play, and as I watched next to him we'd embrace
and kiss some more.
I dunno. I didn't want to feel what I felt. He
was a great guy and all that, but I didn't want those
feelings. I had just discovered swinging and was
enjoying it, a lot. But it felt like love.
Finishing our round it was close to three p.m.
Had lunch in the clubhouse dining room, me having
some sort of chicken dish and it being so close to
din-din time the Jenkins having a fish dish of some
sort and Freddy enjoying a steak.
He and I sat next to each other at the squarish
table and swapped little kisses as we ate, Harold
and Karen smiling at us as we did.
Finishing up, Karen said "let's go back to the
locker room areas, guys, and change, we need to
change."
In the lady's locker room, Karen and I changed
back into non-golf clothes and chatted a bit.
"You really like Freddy don't you?"
"Uh-hu, he's very nice."
"I thought you two would be a match."
"Yeah, I'd fuck him right now if I could."
"They might could be arranged."
"Hu?" me knowing that this is a country club and
not a hotel.
"Yeah, there's a couple of rooms upstairs where
members can sleep it off when they've had too
much to drink and such. Let me go see if one is
available now, if you want. What time does your
Mom want you home?"
"You know that she lets me decide now."
"Oh, yeah, that's right. Would you like to have
some privacy with Freddy?"
"Yeah, if he'd like."
"Let me go see, stay here, I'll be right back with a
key if I can."
"Thanks Karen, you're wonderful."
"Sure thing Ang'" she and I hugging for a second
before she left, returning in a couple with a key.
Freddy and Harold were waiting for us at the
bar off the main dining area, he watching the Golf
Channel with Harold and sipping a Coke. No point
being shy, I'm not shy. I took him off to one side
and asked him point blank if he'd like to go up to
one of the member guest rooms and party a little.
His eyes lit up like he'd won the lottery, then
embraced and kissed me deeply. That was my
answer, all I needed.
He kept raving about my beauty as we stripped
in the warmth of the upstairs room over the pro
shop the window in the room overlooking the first
tee from above. I smiled at him. We lay on the bed
and made out like crazy. His cock was so hard. His
hand found my pussy still a little damp from this
morning and worked it some. My mouth found his
cock and sucked him even harder.
"Can I fuck you, Angel, please?"
Jeez, what a moron, ohhpsss, what a nice guy,
he was just sixteen, and what experience I had was
with older men.
"Yeah, you can fuck me, fuck me all you want, fuck
that pussy of mine all you want."
He fished a condom out of his wallet and I
rolled it on his member myself, making a show of it,
as he then crawled atop me as I lay flat underneath
him. His eyes were so gorgeous as we just stared at
each other as we fucked.
"Harder, Baby, harder" I urged him on "faster,
Freddy, faster" he complying as best he could.
Then, an accident. Oh well, he was just sixteen.
Oh well.
"Sorry Angel, I didn't mean to come, I really didn't,
sorry."
"That's okay" I smiling at him as I pulled him to me
to hug him close and comfort his embarrassment.
"I'm sorry. I really am."
"It's okay, really."
I was being sincere but he didn't believe me.
He was special to me. Pangs of what could be love
were still being felt. But I did want and need more
sex.
"I'm sorry."
"Quit saying you're sorry. Look, we'll see each other
again, you are special, and we'll fuck again,
promise."
"Really?!? Promise?!?"
"Yeah, really, promise. C'mere" my mouth finding
his now shrunken-member sucking on it some for a
moment to show him how sincere I was.
"Ahhhh, nice. Thanks Angel."
"Sure" I replied as I stopped and held him close to
me on the bed once more.
"You are special, as special as they said you would
be."
"Thanks. But I am horny still, Freddy. I need my
comes. Ever swung before?"
"Uh, no?"
"Would you mind getting Karen and Harold
downstairs from the bar? Ask them to come up? You
wouldn't mind if the four of us swung together,
would you?"
He looked at me a little sternly but sweetly for a
moment, then kissed me once more as his hands
gently mauled my breasts.
"I guess, I guess not, I mean, yeah, I guess that
would be alright. You're only the fourth girl I've
ever been with, Angel. I didn't mean to come quick
like that."
"I know you didn't. And I really do like you, Freddy,
do want us to see each other again."
"You mean that?" his face beaming even more now
at my words.
"Yeah, I mean that" I smiling back and kissing him
as my hand played with his still-limp cock as we
scooted up and sat next to each other naked on the
bed.
"Wow, you are special. I'd like that. Sure, I'll swing
with Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, as long as I don't have to
fool around with Mr. Jenkins."
"I don't think that'll be a problem, he's not into
guys."
"Then, sure, yeah."
"Great, go get them, ask them to come up."
"Okay."
Karen and I did a nice scene together just so
Freddy could watch, he only have seen two women
together before in porno flicks. We didn't have any
toys to play with but that was okay, our tongues
and hands were enough to get both our guys
excited, Freddy now being hard once more as he
watched us from a chair near the bed and Harold
joined us on the bed but didn't join in the action.
"C'mere, Freddy, time for your treat" he looking like
the cat that had just won the canary lottery.
Sitting on the bed as he stood in front of us,
she and I gave him his first double suck, she out of
politeness more than anything. His eyes rolled back
into his head and his breathing got very shallow and
irregular as our mouthwork of his cock continued,
he reaching to play with a boob on each of us as we
continued.
"Jesus, Angel, Mrs. Jenkins, Jesus!"
Karen and I just smiled at each other as we
kissed through our cock sandwich.
"Fuck us both, Freddy" I whispered he getting his
eyes back to glance at Harold with a "may I?" look
Harold nodding silently "yes" back to him.
With Karen on her back I crawled atop her,
presenting my pussy to Freddy, our pussies to him.
He was certainly hard enough to the task.
As she and I kissed and played with each
other's boobs some, Freddy would fuck me a little
then knell further down a little to fuck Karen some
and then back to me and then to Karen and then
back to me. Then he slipped a little and it went in
my ass.
"Ohpps, sorry, Angel" he pulling it out once he
realized he was in my ass and not my pussy.
"Oh no, leave it there, put it back in, now!" I
barked.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure, put it back in my ass."
His sixteen year-old cock was harder than a
rock and smoother than silk. I loved fucking Harold
and older men but their cocks seldom got as hard as
what I felt Freddy's feel like then. Wow. Nice. Yeah,
I definitely wanted him to be my boyfriend, with a
cock like that, a cock made not of stone but of
rock-hard flesh.
"Okay then" as he rammed it back in and just
started pumping away hard as he could. I knew he'd
probably come quick again but didn't care. How
truly wonderful it felt in my ass.
"Harder, Freddy; fuck me as hard, harder I said,
hard as you want in my ass, Oh Yeah!"
He grabbed my waist and pulled me tighter to
his embrace he on his knees me still atop Karen as
Harold now shoved his cock near our faces for a
double suck of his own from us as Freddy just let go
and flayed away, his cock feeling like it was almost
tickling my tonsils. Nice. Very nice indeed.
And then, a mass of twitching going on inside
my ass that I had never quite felt before, like his
cock was somehow corckscrewing inside me. Nice.
"Oh, Angel, that was beyond wonderful, Baby,
wow!" he collapsing on the bed behind us as Karen
and I worked on Harold's cock for a short while she
and I moving to rise and sit and suck him better as
Freddy now with a possum-grin on his face watched
us from the foot of the bed, Harold shooting his
come all over our faces Karen licking my face clean
of it as we all just were happy.
Happy. Yeah, happy. That's what swinging in
the short time I had been in it was becoming to
mean to me. Me being happy, nothing more and
nothing less.
Karen and I in the middle the guys on either
side, my Freddy being to the side and behind me,
Harold the same with Karen, we four just cuddled a
while tight together on the narrowish but large bed
we four filling out the available space.
A clock on the wall read five to six. I didn't
have a particular time I needed to be home, but it
seemed like the perfect moment to call it a day.
I twisted around to face Freddy and kiss him
once more as Harold and Karen took my hint and
got up to get dressed.
"I had a wonderful time today, Freddy, and would
love to see you again."
"Me too, Angel. Thanks for showing me what
swinging's about, too."
"Sure. Did you like it?" my arms holding him close
as we lay together naked on the bed as Harold gave
me a "hurry up, we want to leave soon" look from
across the room as he and Karen finished dressing
before the full-length mirror over the dresser.
"Yeah, I really did. I would like to spend some time
alone with you, Angel, if that's possible . . . "
"Yeah, we could do that, I'd like that."
" . . . but yeah, I liked swinging. Have any other
friends besides them" nodding in the direction of
Harold and Karen "not that I don't like them, I do,
but they're my parents old swinging friends and it
was kinda weird being with them, have any other
friend we could swing with?"
"Yeah, I've got lots of them, sure" me breaking my
embrace enough to scoot towards the edge of the
bed to start to get dressed he also taking the hint
getting up off the bed with me but not before giving
some playful gropes of my tits and pussy. Yeah, he
was perfect.
"Cool. Here, here's my number" he scribbling his
number on a small writing pad with the country
club's logo on it "can I have your number, Angel,
please?"
"Of course" I doing the same after he handed me
the pen.
We smiled at each other as we helped each
other dress. Harold pointed to his wristwatch as he
stood impatiently near the door.
Out in the parking lot Freddy and I kissed for a
moment next to his new Toyota truck, Karen
motioning me to hurry up from her Lexus nearby as
Harold peeled out of the parking lot ahead of her in
his, his impatience finally getting the better of him.
"See you soon?"
"Anytime, Angel, just call me."
"I will."
In the car going back to my house I thanks
Karen several times and asked her to apologize to
Harold for me, I didn't mean to make things that
late.
"Not a problem, Angel. And you as wonderful as
always today, by the way."
"Thanks Karen, that's nice of you to say."
"I mean every word, Angel, you truly are very
special, to Harold and I both."
"And you're both special to me, too" I pecking her
on the cheek as she drove closer to my
neighborhood and copped a quick playful grope of
her she shooting me a slightly dirty look of "not
while I'm driving".
"Would you like to come over one night soon? I
know Cyn' would love to see you again."
"But you and Harold don't swing with her."
"No, Angel, we don't, but you swing with us three
and we three you. How about it?"
"I, I'll have to think about it. If you three guys
swung together, it would be better, better for all of
us."
"But we don't do that."
"I know. Maybe you and Harold one night, without
Cyn' being there. How's that?"
"Sure, but I know Cynthia would be disappointed if
she wasn't invited."
"She and I can see each other some other time.
Maybe she and I and my Mom."
"Perhaps. But you will see Harold and myself
sometime?"
"Yeah, sure."
"You're a good girl, Angel, a very good girl" as she
pulled her car into my driveway.
"Yes I am, yes I am" I chirped back as I made way
out of her Lexus and back inside home, yes, home,
home where my special Mom the best of all times
waited for me to come, to come home.
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