Chapter 6

The next two days people were still being very solicitous with me at school. I appreciated them being kind, and I especially appreciated the fact that Ingrid actually had worn some clothes that showed how attractive she was while still being very conservative. She really did seem to want to please me although she tried to maintain her professional attitude in class.

On the second day, Kim invited me to join her in the ‘strip joint’ at lunch time. To be honest, I wasn’t that interested. Between my lingering depression over Dad’s death and having two beautiful grown women giving me full and vigorous sex, the thought of a teenager, no matter how cute, giving me one of her inexperienced blowjobs was not nearly as entrancing a thought as it had been the first time I had been invited into the cheerleader’s locker room. On the other hand, I didn’t want to refuse her sweet offer, and -- what the hell -- I was still a horny teenager who had suddenly found himself in Paradise and wanted to eat of all the fruit I could get my hands on.

When I didn’t get fully erect, Kim became worried that she wasn’t pleasing me, probably thinking my mind was totally on my sorrow. At that point she startled me out of my lethargy.

“Oh, Mark. Poor guy,” she said, as she knelt in front of me with her top off, my semi-flaccid cock in her small hand. “Would it help if I ... well, do you want me to go all the way?”

I stared at her for several seconds. I was really tempted, but I knew that wasn’t a good idea. For one thing, she might get pregnant, and that would be terrible. Grown women knew enough to take care of themselves, but I doubted Kim was prepared.

“Thanks, Kim, but I know you’re saving your cherry for someone special. I’m not sure I’m the one.” At the look on her face, I knew I’d better repair that. “I mean, you’re a very special girl and deserve the best. Maybe if our relationship gets a lot more serious? I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

She looked really pleased at that and gave me the most enthusiastic blow job she had ever performed. I got to the point where I really enjoyed it, certainly enough to come in her mouth before lunch was over.

That Friday we received three very unusual phone calls at home. Two of them had been to Mom during the day, although she told me about them soon after I got home from school. The third was for me and came just before I rode off to the dojo.

The first was from a lawyer Ms. Stevens had hired to take care of Mom’s (and mine) affairs, since Dad had not left a will. I found out later that was not unusual for someone under forty, but it still created problems for the family. The lawyer set up an appointment to come to the house the following week to explain what he had been doing on our behalf after Mom had signed a contract, although she didn’t remember doing that. He would come over the next Tuesday afternoon at 3:30 so I could hear what he had to say before going to the dojo.

The second was from Dr. Faizal at Mom’s office. Evidently, Alice had told Ms. Stevens that Mom was coming out of her depression fairly well, and Ms. Stevens had informed the rest of her key staff that Mom might be able to return to work again soon. Dr. Faizal told Mom that she wanted to continue the conversation they had started the last time they met, and also had a big favor to ask of her but wanted to ask her in person. We were both puzzled as to what the last part might mean, but I guess it was intriguing enough to pique Mom’s interest in spending a couple of hours at the office next week. That was wonderful progress.

Over the past week Alice had created an amazing improvement in both me and Mom. However, that meant we had to be very careful about our behavior around Mom, especially anything resembling sex. Mom seemed even more possessive and protective of me now that Dad was gone. As for Alice, she really had come here to help us out, not just have sex with me. If Mom caught her, Alice was pretty convinced that she would lose her job, and maybe even be turned over to the authorities for deportation. So, as much as we wanted to have fun, the possible consequences were too awful to contemplate. As frustrating as it was, we had to really keep our distance. For both reasons Alice was thinking she might go back to her own apartment very soon.

The last call, which came late in the afternoon, was for me. Angelica called to ask me if I wanted to go to a movie matinee with Marie on Sunday. They were showing the latest Marvel movie, which kind of surprised me that Marie would want to see that, but I was happy to have a ‘date’ with Marie as well as seeing Angelica once again. I thought it was a little odd that Marie had not been the one to call, but maybe Angelica had wanted to reassure my mom that she was fine with the arrangement.

Saturday was a sad day for me as Alice actually packed up and went back home. Mom said she was sorry to see her go, but to me it seemed she was at least a little bit relieved. I was nervous that Mom might slip back into her recent lethargy, but there was no question we had to get back into our lives. Both Alice and I got her promise that she would go back to work on Monday. I went to the dojo as usual that evening, but for once my heart wasn’t really in it.

On Sunday, Angelica beeped her horn promptly at 12:30 pm. I kissed Mom goodbye and walked out to the car. I just assumed I should get into the back regardless of whether Marie was in the front seat or in the back. However, as I sat down, I saw that Angelica was alone in the front.

“Uh, hi, Angelica,” I said stupidly. “Where’s Marie?”

Angelica said nothing as she pulled out of the driveway and started down the street. I waited for her to explain.

“Marie is already out,” Angelica said. Her voice had a quaver to it, definitely nervous. “She really had a soccer match, and the team is going to a pizza parlor afterwards to celebrate the end of the season.”

“Oh,” was all I said.

We had gone a few blocks by now, and she pulled over.

“Why don’t you get up in the front with me, Mark?”

I got out without a word and sat in the passenger seat. She pulled away and kept driving slowly. It was obvious she was wanting to explain this, but it was difficult for her. I just waited.

“Carlos is away on yet another of his long business trips,” she finally said. “I ... I’ve missed you.” When I said nothing, she squeezed the steering wheel even tighter. “When I heard about -- well, I was very sad. Very sad for you, Mark. I really wanted to make you feel better.”

When she didn’t say anything more, I prompted her with: “I see. How?”

Angelica was so agitated that she had to pull the car over. We were about halfway between my house and hers, so there wasn’t much of a chance anyone we knew would see us. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself down. She finally looked directly at me.

“You are a young man, one who is full of ... energy. You have the normal desires. I know you have wanted us to, well, to experience full sex. I do not want to deny you any longer.”

Of course, it was pretty ironic that she was offering now after what had already transpired with Alice and Ingrid, but she was so sweet, so sincere, and so vulnerable, that I couldn’t possibly let her know. Instead I followed another thought.

“So now you’re willing to have full sex with me because you feel sorry for me?”

“No, of course not! My feelings for you have grown much stronger, Mark. There is something magnetic about you, something that draws me to you.”

I was a little startled: Ingrid had said something very similar.

Her voice became very shy. “And, well, I have my own desires.”

I frowned. “But you’re a married woman. You can have sex any time you want.”

Angelica sighed and collapsed back into her seat, her eyes straight ahead. “Ah, mi pequeño amor, I think you still have much to learn about relationships.”

I nodded. “So I’m finding out. You want to tell me about this one?”

I could see her mouth quirking, thinking about what or how much she wanted to tell me. She still stared straight ahead. Then she gave a little huff of resignation and started talking.

“I was eighteen when my parents agreed with Carlos Santos that I could marry him. I hadn’t even met him, just seen him a few times. He was 36 when we married, a successful businessman who traveled a lot, mostly to Mexico and a few other countries in Central America. Within a year we had Marie. At that point everything seemed fine, as I got used to his frequent travel and ... occasional roughness.”

My eyes widened a bit at this, but I did not interrupt her story.

“But he really wanted a son,” she said wistfully. “We tried, I encouraged him as much as I could, but nothing happened. When Marie turned ten he quit trying.”

She stared out the window for a minute, lost in remembrances. I was thinking: “Okay, he was sixty-one. Is your sex life over after sixty? Wow, I sure hope not. No wonder she’s so desperate she would get involved with me.”

She wasn’t finished with her story, but now I could see tears trickling down her cheek.

“Over the years he had started using drugs. The more he used, the more I thought his business must suffer. But he made more and more money, which seemed very strange. And his abuse got rougher and more frequent. Fortunately, his trips also got longer and more frequent.”

I didn’t really get her implication about making more money, but then none of this was really my business. However, she wanted to get this off her chest, and I wanted to be a good listener for her. I certainly understood the part about her husband treating her badly, which would lead her to the arms of someone who was tender with her.

Well, I was a pretty tender guy, so lucky me. To prove it, I reached over and gently wiped the tears from her face. She turned to me with a look I could not read, then launched herself at me as much as the seat belts allowed. She started kissing my face all over and I did my best to return her embrace.

Suddenly she stopped. “We’ll be seen here,” she said.

She drove us to her house, me kind of ducking down when we got near until the garage door closed behind us. Without a word we got out. Once we were in the house, Angelica took my hand and led me to her bedroom.

We didn’t speak a word, but we slowly undressed each other as if we’d done it many times. She took a piece of clothing off me, then I took one of hers until we were both naked. At each point of undressing her I marveled at the incredible beauty of her. I was also appalled by the many bruises I saw on her skin, some old while some were clearly new, but I had heard enough from her that I wisely refrained from making any comment.

Angelica looked a little embarrassed when she was finally nude, but she didn’t hesitate to throw back the covers on the king-sized bed and gently pushed me down on my back. She pointed to some condoms on the bedside table. “I’m sorry, but I can’t take a chance getting pregnant. Carlos would kill me if I did. I’m ovulating now, so you’ll have to use one of those when the time comes.”

“I understand,” I said. I was sure she meant that literally about Carlos. “That’s fine.”

She smiled gratefully at me before she crawled onto the bottom of the bed like a cat sneaking up on a mouse. She immediately moved to my nether regions. I had planned this a lot differently, but she made it clear she wanted to be in charge of how it went, and I was happy to comply.

There’s no other way to describe it: Angelica made love to my maleness with her mouth. She moved slowly up and down the length of my penis, then rolled her head as her tongue swirled around the sides of my shaft, then quickly bobbed up and down, taking it into her mouth as far as she could. Then it was just the head, nipping, licking, again kissing with the touch of a butterfly, then sucking deeply again. She crooned around my rock-hard member, which created a slight vibration that added new sensations to the tantalizing tongue lashing she was administering. I could feel my excitement building, but she must have as well as she quickly backed off, just touching the tip of my cock with her tongue.

When she was satisfied that I had calmed down, Angelica began again. It was an exquisite torture that repeated for at least fifteen minutes. When I finally complained that I was starting to hurt, she let me cool my jets completely and then took me as deep into her throat as she could.

This was not a repetition of the first session. This time she was in earnest, a woman on a mission to complete her task and receive her reward. I gasped at the hungry, almost desperate suction her mouth applied to my cock and the soft but firm stroking of her hands on my balls. Within a couple of minutes I was boiling over and my essence steamed into her eager throat. Her cheeks bulged out with my copious cum, but her lips tightened around my thrusting penis, not allowing a single drop to escape her voracious mouth.

I had tilted my head forward to witness this amazing sight, but now it dropped limply back onto the pillow. A moment later I felt her weight shift on the bed. I looked up to see her kneeling at my feet, her hands on her thighs like a supplicant seeking a benediction. How could I refuse to give her what she wanted and needed?

“That was amazing,” I said sincerely. She straightened up a little bit at the praise, which thrust those awesome orbs right at my distended eyes. It occurred to me that Ingrid had really liked it when I complimented her breasts, as well as the rest of her body. It had turned her on like a powerful aphrodisiac. Maybe Marie would like the same thing.

I sat up and caressed her cheek with my fingertips. “You’re like a goddess, as loving and generous as you are beautiful. I’m honored that you would even talk to me, let alone take me to your bed.”

I wasn’t an experienced man-of-the world by any means, and certainly wasn’t a poet, so it sounded kind of lame to me. Fortunately, Angelica must have liked it because her face glowed and she tenderly returned my gesture. I was going to say something about Carlos being stupid to let such a wondrous woman go to waste, but wisely decided to stick to my own appreciation. “I’m so grateful that you gave me such a gift. To show you how much, it’s my turn now.”

Angelica didn’t say a word, just stretched out on the bed next to me. Unlike Ingrid, I knew from the couple of times she had let me play with her breasts that Angelica didn’t like it too rough. I started by gently stroking the tops, bottoms, and sides of her lovely ladies. She gave a gentle ‘mmm’ of pleasure. Continuing that action, I began softly kissing her neck, earlobes, and collarbone. This seemed to increase her anticipation as indicated by heavier breathing and pressing her body upwards to my roaming fingers and lips. After several minutes it was clear her engine had been revved up, so I wandered down her body until I reached her temple of Venus.

Using all of the lessons Ingrid had taught me, I did not go for Angelica’s clit right away, now knowing that it was more arousing to build up to that. Instead, I used the tips of my fingers to tickle her mons pubis, then teased her around her vagina and her inner thighs with light licks and gentle tickles. Then I softly grazed the hood of her clitoris with the tip of my tongue and immediately pulled back. As she had done with me I wanted to take my time, sort of like making out with her pussy instead of tongue-punching her.

When I felt I had stimulated her clitoral hood enough, I peeled that bit of skin back and performed a simple circular motion directly on Angelica’s clit with my tongue. I also tried flicking back and forth, then quickly going back and forth in a sucking pattern. This drove her wild, writhing so hard I was afraid she’d fall off the bed. Her noises and movements let me know that she clearly liked what I was doing, but I didn’t want to send her off too quickly. So, as she had done when sucking me off, I backed off a little and went for other pleasures.

I slowly slid back up her body, kissing and nibbling as I went until I reached her firm mounds. This time I increased the pressure of my stimulation, adding scratching fingers and scraping teeth until she was twitching and moaning. When I felt her thrusting her chest upwards to encourage my ministrations I knew it was time to attack. I reached down to rub her vulva and stroke her clit firmly, then bit down gently on her left breast, making sure to encompass the entire areola rather than biting the nipple.

“OH! Oh, my ... unh!” Angelica bucked upwards hard several times, like I had used electro paddles to shock her heart. Her hips gyrated up and around, forcing my fingers deeper into her now sopping slit. I was getting hard once again just from the joy of her reactions.

I quickly moved over to her right breast and minutely clamped my teeth around her delicate flesh once more, biting a little harder and making slight sawing motions with my jaws.

Angelica said something in Spanish. I had no idea what it meant, but it sounded happy and she bucked even harder upwards, so I alternated feasting on both of those dainty delicacies, now nibbling on her nipples, now biting all around the edges of the sweet melons, now biting down hard on her firm flesh, and all the while shoving a couple of fingers up to the top of the vagina near the back wall to stimulate her clitoral cluster, or “G-spot” as Ingrid had told me it’s popularly called.