seemed to walk away. She smiled to herself and went back to her room.
The excitement at the door had spoiled her contented mood. The book and the chocolates and Salome had lost their appeal. Her mind strayed hopelessly. The slightest sound interrupted her reading. The wind sighed in the trees and sounded ineffably sad. The house creaked. Loneliness seemed to creep out of its gloomy corners and sit watching her.
'My parents have been going out Friday nights for a long time,' Angie told Salome. 'I've never felt this frightened before.'
She hugged the cat to her and listened for the next noises.
When she heard the doorbell ring again, she felt almost relieved. She padded down the hall to the front door.
Angie called out. 'I'm going to count to ten. If you're not gone by then, I'll call the police, Brad.'
'I'm not Brad,' a muffled voice called back.
'Who is it?' Angie sneaked around to the window but the person was standing close to the front door and out of her range of vision.
'Doug,' the voice said indistinctly.
'Who?' Angie called. The voice didn't sound like him.
'Doug,' the voice said a little clearer.
The tone was funny. Maybe he's been smoking pot, Angie thought. Or maybe he's been drinking. The desire to tell him off good overcame her.
'You don't think I've forgiven you already, do you?' Angie ranted.
The second she opened the door a foot stepped in the crack. Angie looked up into Brad's grinning face.
'But you have already forgiven me, remember?' Brad said laughing.
Angie threw her body against the door violently, hoping to crush the foot.
'Angie, what's the matter with you?'
'I've changed my mind,' she shouted angrily. 'Go away.'
Brad pushed the door open wider. He stepped inside and grabbed her. She kicked and scratched and bit him.
'No, you're not changing your mind,' Brad said decisively. He struggled with her down the hallway to her bedroom. He threw her on the floor and held her down. He pulled off his pants and shorts. With one hand he grabbed a handful of her long black hair and pulled it hard until tears started in her eyes.
'Now kneel,' he commanded, 'we're going to take a little ride.'
Brad pushed her body forward. Angie's weight fell on her forearms; her buttocks swung high in the air. Brad threw her robe and nightie over her head. His eyes drank in the sight of her ivory-colored fleshy cheeks, with the dark slit in the middle. Like a peach, he thought, as he ran his hands over the soft skin on each side. So soft. He slid a finger lightly down the slit, past the pink puckered anus, and felt her slightly open vaginal mouth.
No, no, no! Angie's mind screamed. I don't want to anymore. What if Mother finds out? Doug was right. Why hadn't she listened to him? She should stop having sex. It was too dangerous.
'Please,' Angie begged. 'Let me go, Brad. I don't want to anymore. My mother'll kill me if she finds out.'
'You enjoy it,' Brad said. 'You were made for it. Besides, I need it tonight.'
Brad's hands played over her warm, soft buttocks. He leaned over and licked her vaginal opening with soft light butterfly touches. He could feel it convulse under his touches. He kept licking faster.
Angie gasped loudly. Excitement ran through her blood. She could feel her vagina begin to burn with desire. I don't want to, she thought. But her heated young body ignored her mind. Her hips rocked involuntarily.
'Oh, please stop!' she begged. All the while she plead, her body swayed with desire. Pleasure, beginning in her vagina, traveled through her body and erupted from her mouth as groans of delight. 'Mmmmm! Mmmm.' Her groans turned into incoherent sounds of animal-like pleasure. It's wrong of me to love this, she told herself. But I can't help myself! Something must be wrong with me, to enjoy it so much. Why can't my body listen to my mind and stop? But it didn't. It smoldered with desire. Her body rocked back and forth.
'Can't wait, huh?' Brad said with satisfaction. 'Don't worry. I'll give you the fuck of your life.'
Bitch! Trying to keep him out. Go back on her word. He'd get even. You're going to be rocking those hips out of joint, pleading for me, he thought. His hand cupped her soft, hair covered loins.
The pressure of his hand over her sensitive vaginal lips and the hotness of his hand generated more heat which passed into her body and, in turn, generated sensual heat. Angie closed her legs tightly around his arm and wiggled her body, trying to get rid of the torturing hand.
Above the sound of his heavy breathing, Angie heard footsteps. Her parents! Omigod! She wanted to scream but no noise came. She couldn't think. She couldn't get up out of this degrading position. They'd see her! What would they say? What would they do? A heavy weight grew in her heart.
The bedroom door flung open and two boys ran in. She recognized Jim and Scott, two friends of Brad's. Quick relief that it wasn't her parents was followed by shame that two boys she knew at school should see her like this. Her naked buttocks waving sensuously in the air. See her private parts.
'Hey! Look at that!' Jim pointed a finger right at Angie and burst out laughing.
Angie closed her eyes tightly, humiliated. Tears streamed from her eyes and dripped onto the floor. She wished she'd die. She felt herself fainting. Her body began to relax.
'Hey, you fucking bitch! Come alive,' Brad screeched angrily. He slapped her hard on one of her buttocks.
The stinging slap brought her to. Confused thoughts fought for possession of Angie's will. She shouldn't do this. This hateful mockery of sex. Yet she had to. Because she wasn't strong enough to resist. To get away.
Brad laughed. He uncupped his hand over her vaginal lips and his fingers probed them to get inside, to find her clitoris. The slippery flesh of her rubbery lips began to turn more solid. His fingers found the little pronged clitoris. Lightly, like butterfly wings, his fingers stroked the limp hook. She felt it harden under his touch.
Angie's body twitched fretfully, searing electric shocks coursed through her body at his touches. Her vaginal area began to burn. She tried to remember that the two other boys were watching. That she didn't want to get hot and lose all control, but her mind began whirling. She couldn't remember. All she was aware of was the fingers, leaving hot trails of desire behind them. Her engorged clitoris, sending hot trails of passion through her body. The burning sensation deepened, penetrated her vagina. The walls shuddered, eager for action, and dripped with lubrication. The vagina was ready and waiting.
Brad's penis arched proudly erect. It's engorged head flamed. Purposely he pressed it against her buttocks as he leaned over her and began teasing her pink nipples with his fingers. They were already hard and erect. He kneaded her soft, jello-y breasts until they turned firm under his touch.
By this time, Angie was breathing heavily. Long, helplessly pleasurable moans came from her open mouth. Her pelvis undulated rhythmically in front of Brad's face. The muscles in her buttocks flexed and unflexed, making dimples in her cheeks then unmaking them. Her mother was forgotten. The boys. Her resolution. Her whole body writhed sensually. Her whole body wanted to. Overwhelming desire to be filled and to be released. Her buttocks began pushing backwards against Brad's penis, demanding fulfillment.
Jim and Scott watched Brad manipulating Angie's body. Excitement raced through their young waiting cocks when they saw her body respond.
Jim stuck an elbow into Scott's ribs. 'Wow! Get a load of that!'
Scott's eyes couldn't pop out of his head anymore than they already were. 'I'm ready. I'm ready.' He tore his pants and shorts down; his penis stood up like a tree trunk.
Brad's pleasure mounted as he watched her flexing buttocks first hide then reveal her open, already wet vagina. He could see the vaginal muscles press outward. The soft, hair lined vaginal lips were flowered open and flaming red. The sight of them excited him; his hardened penis engorged even more. The head flamed a dull purplish-red. It felt like it was ready to burst. He held the shaft horizontally and teased her vaginal opening with his large leaden head. At the first touch, Angie's lusty open vagina lunged backwards greedily and impaled itself on the hardened cock, swallowing it all at once.
The soft, smothering grip of her vaginal walls on his penis shook Brad to the core. Turbulent passion whipped through him. Both their bodies swung into action. Uncontrollably they flailed against each other, uttering incoherent cries. Neither heard Scott shout, 'Save a little for me!'
Angie pounded her buttocks hard against Brad. She felt his hard rod pound deeper and deeper into her. She
