Chapter 32: Angel

“So you haven’t hooked up with Skylar yet?” Mari asked with an expression of amused surprise as she and I left Skylar’s apartment together, hand-in-hand.

It was just the two of us now. Isabela had initially taken my elbow and dug her boobs into my bicep while greeting Naimh’s tasty new friend. But even though Mari had been her normally sweet self, Isabela had suddenly released me and said she needed to run and pick up Luna for lunch. Mari and I had watched her retreat, both of us somewhat nonplussed by the girl’s abrupt departure, although I noted Skylar and Naimh giving each other amused grins. The rest of us had hung out together for about an hour, but Naimh had to get to her next class, and I was taking Mari home.

I rolled my eyes. “Not yet, and not ever. Skylar’s my current T.A., for one thing. She could lose her job if she hooked up with me, and I don’t even want to think of what other academic discipline she could potentially face.”

Mari gave me a skeptical look. “Well, she’s your current T.A. for now. But what happens next semester?”

I shook my head. “She’s five years older than me and not interested in a ‘teenage boy’. I’m ‘just a kid’ to her, and those two phrases are her words, not mine.”

Mari pursed her lips and shrugged. “Sounds like she’s rationalizing excuses to fight her attraction to you.”

I sighed and shrugged. “Believe whatever you like, but I’m telling you that Skylar’s not interested in me like that. Besides, she’s been really cool and a great human being for me to confide in. To be perfectly honest, she’s far more important to me as someone I can really talk to than as a potential bed partner.”

“¿Por qué no los dos?”

I snorted and shook my head. “Surely you didn’t come all this way just to ask me questions about Skylar.”

“You’re right; you’re right. I came here to see you.”

“And Neevie.”

“And Neevie,” she admitted. “And Belle and Sam, of course. But specifically you, Matty. I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you too, Angel,” I replied warmly and puckered up for a quick peck, which Mari gladly gave me. After starting with a head-grabbing, leg-wrapping, spine-tingling kiss right there on the plaza outside of the Engineering building in front of Naimh and Skylar, Mari hadn’t been shy about giving me more kisses and pecks throughout lunch and our conversation at Skylar’s apartment.

But this kiss was our first kiss while completely alone. It started off as a peck, but once her lips came into contact with mine, her ardor suddenly increased and we came to a stop so she could press herself against me right there on the sidewalk, wrap her arms around my neck, and really put a considerable amount of passion into our liplock. My Mariangel moaned into my mouth as she tilted her head to the other side and started playing tonsil hockey with her tongue. And if we hadn’t been walking outside on a public street, I thought she might very well have attempted to mount me.

Her lower lip was quivering when she pulled her face back from mine, her breathing shallow and her dark eyes smoldering. “What time’s your next class?” she asked with a husky purr.

“Doesn’t matter,” I panted in reply. “How ‘bout I skip class and we just go back to my house?”

Mari’s eyes glowed. “Yes, please!”

I had a hard time getting my key into the lock of my front door, what with the horny Latina climbing all over me while trying to stick her tongue down my throat at the same time. Any notion I may have had about shy little Mari needing to ease back into the pool had gone straight out the window. For a brief moment, I wondered if I wouldn’t be better off slipping my hand beneath her miniskirt and fingerbanging her to a quick orgasm right there on my front porch to take the edge off so she could let me open the door and get us inside. In the end I managed to turn my face to the side just enough to focus on fitting my key while she gnawed on my jawline and then bit my ear. But just as soon as I finally got the knob to turn, she tackled me into the door, forcing it to bang open with my shoulder. And then I had to fight to try and pry myself free of her grasp while simultaneously keeping her satisfied with enough pawing and kissing so that I could take my keys OUT of the door and then slam the damn thing shut.

And then she tackled me again.

No, seriously, she tackled me. I don’t think it was her intent to knock me off my feet, but I was a little off-balance and she was being rather aggressive, so when my legs buckled I really had no way to avoid falling to the floor. And Mari yelped in surprise when we fell down together in a heap.

Fortunately, I landed on that part of my anatomy that had sufficient cushioning to absorb such an impact against the hardwood. Although I wound up sprawled on my back, I didn’t hit my head or anything. And the buxom babe atop me and I wound up laughing with each other from only inches away before she sealed her lips to mine once more.

Sliding my hands up the backs of her thighs and underneath her short black miniskirt, I grabbed meaty handfuls of my Mariangel’s magnificent ass while she mewled and manically made out with me. Although she may have lost a few pounds, she remained the ideal of lush, plush, and soft femininity.

But even if she was horny as hell right now, I didn’t think she’d fantasized about fucking me on the hallway floor or anything. So after a few minutes of Frenching, she rolled off me and started unzipping her knee-high boots.

I kicked off my shoes and then stood up first so I could extend both arms down and help my forever-Queen Mari up to her feet. She immediately wrapped her arms around the back of my neck as if about to give me yet another passionate French kiss, but instead she merely pecked my lips before staring up at me with sizzling eyes, intoning huskily, “Bedroom now, please.”

I grinned, stooped, and scooped her up into a bridal carry.

Mari had always been self-conscious of her weight, even though she’d lost quite a bit over the years. So she tensed up a bit and studied my face for any signs of strain while I smoothly carried her up the stairs. But I’d spent a lot of time doing this sort of bridal carry with each of the girls and at only 5’4”, Mari wasn’t even the heaviest girl I’d ever carried up these stairs (but don’t tell the others I said that!). That doesn’t even mention the much more physically demanding stand-up sex I’d enjoyed while pinning one or another of the girls against the wall, so I was well-trained by now.

And the ease with which I lifted her - as light as a feather - seemed to fan the flames of Mari’s arousal even higher.

I didn’t bother kicking the door closed behind me since nobody else would be coming home at this time (not that I would’ve cared anyway). I laid my Latina lover down on my bed with her head comfortably situated on a pillow before bending over to give her a sweet kiss. She kept her arms around my neck at first but let go of me when I firmly tugged myself backwards. And I kissed my way down her neck and through the valley of her cleavage while relocating myself further down the bed, at which point I took hold of her miniskirt’s waistband and started tugging both it and her panties down her legs.

“Oh, Matty...” my Mariangel moaned moments later when my tongue first made contact with her mons. She slid her hands into my hair, arched her spine to thrust her crotch into my face, and then muttered, “Matty ... Matty ... Matty...” as if my very name itself was the most heavenly aphrodisiac imaginable.

Knowing that we had plenty of time after I’d elected to play hooky from school, I was in no hurry as I got myself comfortably situated bent over the foot of the bed, draping her legs over my shoulders and settling in for the long haul. I feasted on her tasty twat and rather slovenly slurped at her succulent snatch. Meanwhile, Mari continued to moan and hold my head to her loins until my hands started wandering upwards along her torso, at which point she helped me out by stripping off her sweater and unsnapping her bra before grabbing my hands and planting them both on her naked mammaries.

I must’ve eaten her out for twenty minutes at a bare minimum and completely lost track of the number of times she came. I was plenty entertained playing with her big boobies and couldn’t help but smile every time she squeaked or squealed in orgasmic ecstasy. I didn’t even need to fingerbang her; she seemed plenty happy with my tongue. And at the very end, when she arched her spine to thrust her crotch into my face one last time while I simultaneously hoovered her prominent clit into my mouth and pinched her nipples, she let out a final scream of satisfaction and then went utterly limp beneath me.

And then I entered her.

Mari had been dazed and delirious while I stood up, wiped my face, and then stripped off my clothing. But she came alive to grasp my upper arms and smiled that warm and welcoming smile as soon as I climbed atop her and then eased my swollen schlong into her buttery-smooth snatch. Rejoining our bodies together in this intimate fashion felt as familiar as a friendly hug. And I scooped my forearms beneath her back before giving her a quick peck on the nose and then planting my forehead on the pillow beside her so we could hug each other even tighter.

Neither of us moved for a few minutes, enjoying the feeling of being so fully connected again for the first time in forever. In truth, it had only been about three months. But while three months near the end of senior year had gone by in the blink of an eye, the past three months of meeting brand-new people, getting familiarized with a brand-new campus, and moving into a brand-new home had felt like ... well ... it felt like forever.

But my Angel and I were together again ... just like old times.

And I started crying at just how much I’d missed her presence.

“Shhh ... shhh...” Mari soothed while stroking my spine with one hand and the back of my head with the other. “What’s wrong?”

“I just ... I dunno. I think it just hit me right now how much I missed you,” I mumbled while struggling to stifle my tears.

She chuckled lightly beneath me. “Oh, from what Belle’s told me, I’m sure you barely gave me a second thought.”

“That’s not true,” I insisted a little defensively before pulling my head up to look down into her warm brown eyes. There was no accusation in them - no resentment or bitterness. Still, I admitted, “Well, I’m sure I haven’t thought about you nearly as much as you deserve. I know I’ve always been a bit of an ‘out of sight, out of mind’ kind of guy. But that doesn’t mean I haven’t missed you, or that I’m not so incredibly thankful that you’re here with me right now.”

She smiled up at me and pecked my nose. “I’ve missed you too, Matty. And I’m thankful you’re here with me right now.”

She kissed me again.

And then Queen Mari took over.

One minute, I was in the dominant position making love to my Mariangel with my mouth. The next minute, I suddenly found myself flat on my back with my freshly aggressive amour holding my prick at its base so she could sink herself back down onto it. Once mounted, the bodaciously buxom brunette hefted both tits in her hands, oodles of titflesh spilling out from around her fingers. She mashed her own melons together and jiggled them up-and-down, sometimes together and sometimes in an alternating pattern. And then like a lighthearted mother playing peekaboo with her baby boy, she put on a bright smile with wide eyes and theatrically flung her arms out to the sides to reveal her big boobies to my hungry gaze, shaking her ta-tas side-to-side while I laughed and grinned up at her.

And then she pitched forward to smother my face with her titties.

Thus far, neither Mari nor I had done any actual pelvic thrusting. But that changed in a hurry as we went from zero-to-sixty in two-point-four seconds flat when she started humping herself up and down my meatstick while mashing her marvelous mammaries down onto my face.

Rather than let her do all the work, I raised my knees and planted my feet flat so I could thrust up into her, grabbing meaty handfuls of her ass again to help bounce my busty babe in my lap. I opened my mouth to suckle on first one and then the other teat, really noshing on her nipples, baring my teeth against her breasts, and motorboating her melons to my heart’s content.

“Oh Matty...” Mari moaned. “Oh Matty ... bite my nipples. Bite ‘em!”

I bit ‘em and gnawed on ‘em and she growled in sensual delight.

“Fuck me, Matty ... Matty! Matty! Matty! Fuck meeee...”

My name may have been an aural aphrodisiac to her, but the sound of her voice moaning my name was an aural aphrodisiac to me. And the more she said it, the more it spurred me on to thrust into her heavenly body-built-for-sex even harder and even faster.

With a roar I rolled us over, again becoming dislodged in the process. The idea was to park her flat on her back and reenter her missionary-style, but she wound up doing an extra half-roll beneath me, putting herself face-down and ass-up. Planting her right cheek to the mattress and spreading her knees to the sides, my Angel thrust her bubble butt into the air and reached back with both hands to separate her asscheeks apart, giving me a clear view of her soaking wet snatch and puckered starfish.

For a brief second I was tempted to skewer her anal star, knowing full well she could handle it even unlubed. I even bent down at kissed her beautiful bubble butt and buzzed her asshole while briefly fantasizing about stabbing my steel-hard schlong straight through her squeezing sphincter. But choosing to save that particular pleasure for later, I lined myself back up with her pink pussy and plunged my pecker back in.

“MMMAAATTTTTTYYY!” Mari screamed as my powerful prick penetrated her. She threw her head back like a prancing pony while simultaneously driving her ass back to meet my pelvis. And without pausing to soak in the sensations, the pair of us went right back to pounding each other with wild abandon.

At first Mari pushed herself up onto all fours so she could sway her body back and forth to meet me while I held her hips and kept my back straight to do all the driving with my abs. But as her next orgasm built, she started to lose the rhythm and then let her forearms collapse back down. So I bent over her body to reach my hands around and palm her big boobies, using them as handholds so I could ram my rod into her compliantly hospitable center, listening to the meaty slaps of my upper thighs against her plush booty.

A ticklish sensation against my balls nearly made me lose my rhythm, but I soon realized that Mari had simply snuck a hand down to her own crotch to rub her clit while ramping up the final climb. She started screaming my name again, “Matty! MATTY! MMMAAATTTTTTYYY!!!”

And when she started screaming into the mattress as her pleasure peaked, I hammered my pelvis off her heinie even harder to really power my cock through her clenching cunt until her climax finally started to wane.

Then her legs collapsed as well.

My Angel wound up prone beneath me, limbs askew and once again a bit dazed and delirious in the aftermath of such an incredible orgasm. I kept hunching myself back and forth within her for a bit but wasn’t completely satisfied with the depth I was limited to in this position. So I pulled myself out, rolled her onto her back, and then slowly reentered her in my originally intended missionary position.

“Fuuuuck, Matty, I missed you,” she murmured while staring up at me with half-hooded eyes, still a bit dazed. Rather than loom over her directly, I instead sat back on my heels while holding her hips to draw her body with me, kneeling with her ass in my lap and our loins still enjoined. She let me manipulate her body as my personal pleasure toy, her arms trailing back along the mattress behind her. And she simply smiled at me with infinite serenity when I used my abs and glutes to start pumping my prick in and out of her once again.

“I missed you too, Angel,” I intoned sincerely.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve lain awake in bed, rubbing myself while fantasizing about doing this again with you.”

“Does reality live up to the fantasy?”

“Mmm ... even better,” Mari moaned. “I love this. I love you. I’ll always love you.”

“And I’ll always love you,” I told her seriously. “My Mari. My Angel.”

“Fuck me, Matty ... Fuck this incredible body-built-for-sex. Did you like the way I looked today? I picked out the whole outfit especially for you.”

“LOVED the outfit. That tight top with the plunging V-neck? Your cleavage was unreal.” I paused my thrusting to reach up and palm her bare breasts, squeezing the plump melons. Then I slid my hands around her torso down to cup her asscheeks, continuing, “The miniskirt that showed off your bodacious booty? Made me wanna go nom-nom-nom. Those leather boots were fiiine. And overall? Did you know you made a guy walk into a light post?”

“Wait, what?” Mari giggled and looked up at me in surprise.

“I’m serious. You were crossing the plaza and already had eyes only for me. But there was some poor guy going the other direction who turned to stare after you and then blundered into a light post.”

“Oh no! Was he hurt?”

“Nah. Caught him in the shoulder and he had to hug the pole to keep from falling down; he’d probably say the momentary pain was totally worth it just to see you walk a few more steps. But as hot as you looked in the outfit, it was the WAY you walked that was sexy as hell. Confident. Poised. You’re an incredibly gorgeous girl, Mari. You’re the kind of stunning beauty that stops traffic from across the street.”

“Matty, please...” She blushed bright pink, a bit of her old shy embarrassment at my praise shining through.

“I mean it, Angel. I’m not saying this just to flatter you. I think you know you’re an outright hottie now. The way you walked up to me? That wasn’t the walk of an insecure high schooler trying to fake it ‘til she makes it. That was the walk of a sexy siren who KNOWS she’s a Perfect Ten. I think college life has been good for you.”

She giggled and blushed again. “You may have been right about that three-to-one Caltech ratio, and about me being the hottest thing on-campus.”

“See? Told you so.” I smirked. “I’ll bet you’re getting so much attention, you’ve run out of storage space on your phone for all their numbers.”

“Matty...”

“Have any guys gotten into fistfights with each other over you yet?”

“Matty! No! Of course not.”

“Okay so not yet. Give it time. All it takes is one of my Angel’s dazzling smiles, and while one guy will believe it was for him, the other will claim it was obviously for him, and--”

“Matty! No...”

I laughed and rubbed her upper arms. “But seriously: while I know for sure that you’ve caught the attention of many guys at Caltech, there have to have been a few guys who’ve caught your attention by now as well.”

“A few, perhaps,” she admitted shyly. “But there’s never been anyone who could compare to you, Matty. My first. My only. My always. My evermore.”

“Your ‘only’?” I frowned. “Mari ... Angel ... It’s been three months.”

“It’s only been three months,” she scoffed, lightly slapping me on the chest. “Did you expect me to get over you so quickly?”

“Well it’s just ... That confident strut you’ve got going now. I guess I assumed ... I just don’t want you holding yourself back for my sake.”

“I know, I know. Guys have propositioned me, of course, but I haven’t been ready to take that step yet. Intimacy isn’t easy for me, and I haven’t yet found a guy I could really trust the way I trust you. I won’t hold myself back forever. But just ... I’m not ready yet. That’s all.”

“That’s perfectly understandable,” I assured her. “I’m just happy I can take care of you now.”

“You’re gonna take care of me all fucking weekend, buster. I hope you weren’t expecting a super-relaxing holiday break or anything, because I’m gonna wear you out.”

I chuckled and sighed, nodding slowly. “Looking forward to it. But I’m serious: when you get back to Caltech, don’t hold yourself back on my behalf.”

“I know. I won’t. When I’m ready, and when I find the right guy ... or maybe even guys ... I’ll take the plunge. It’s not like I’m lacking for opportunities. Hottest thing on-campus and all.”

I grinned and caressed her ass again. “Ranked Number One on a lot of Top Ten lists on that campus, I’m sure. Top Ten hottest freshman girls. Top Ten babes at Caltech. Top Ten tits in California.”

Mari giggled. “I’d like to think so.”

“I’m certain of it.”

She laughed again.

“Can I fuck the top tits in California?”

“Anytime you want. I told you that you could always just ask.”

“I’m asking now. Well, hang on a sec. I wanna do this first.” With that I grabbed onto her hips for leverage and really started crunching my abs and glutes to pound her body like a piston. The sudden jerking motion made her big titties bounce, flapping back-and-forth like a snow angel, or maybe butterfly wings. I grinned and almost drooled onto her belly at the sight of her bouncing boobies gyrating in circular orbits, caroming off in odd directions, and occasionally crashing together like Uranium atoms in a nuclear energy simulation. It really felt like old times.

And another thing that felt like old times was a fantasy about blasting my wad all over Mari’s marvelous melons in motion.

So then I pulled myself out, knee-walked myself over her supine body, and laid my dick into the valley of her cleavage.

“Fuck my tits, Matty,” Mari crooned while mashing her mammaries around my rod. “Come fuck the top tits in California.”

I grinned, grabbed the top of the headboard, and started thrusting.