Chapter 34

By silent mutual agreement, Angela and I ignored the eight-hundred pound gorilla in the room, until we were on the road and out of the area. The ranch wasn't a long drive, and I'd already decided we were stopping for a good meal as we approached. Angela had surprisingly little to take with her, choosing to leave most of her things behind.

When I inquired as to what kind of food Angela liked, she surprised me by saying, "You aren't going to throw me away like Angela's grandfather just did, are you, Noah?"

Her face showed all the worry and pain of uncertainty, and I needed to put it to rest before we did anything else. "I promise you that the last thing I will do is throw you away." She must have seen the truth in my eyes, because she nodded her head, and started to cry.

That did it for me.

There was a pull out just ahead and I parked there, took her into my arms and cuddled her tightly against my chest, letting her let it all out, which she did for a very long while. Angela's tears built a bond between us, and when she had cried sufficiently to satisfy her immediate need, she smiled, wiped her eyes, blew her nose, and kissed me like a woman kisses a man.

I let her.

Her kiss let us speak without words, and we talked to each other through our lips about our fears, needs, anger, and hurts. For Angela there were plenty of hurts and she telegraphed them to me with her lips. As she kissed me, I could feel her coming to grips with her new life, strange body, and lack of choices for the near term. We spoke' freely through our kiss, and when she felt secure that I meant it, she let me know she believed me, and that we could get on with whatever was to come.

It was while we were kissing that I asked the pregnant question that had been tormenting for days. "Why did you recognize me, but I failed to catch any sense that you were like me?"

"I don't know," she kissed back to me. "Are you sure you didn't ignore the signs? They were pretty strong."

"I felt nothing, unless I've trained myself to ignore things," I said back.

"There is an explanation, we're too new at this to know it, is all." She had a point.

Angela eventually deliberately let her body respond to my closeness, and I felt her nipples harden on her nearly non-existent breasts. She clung to me, and sent waves of desire towards me, letting me know that though her body was fourteen, her soul was thirty-one, and horny.

I let her feel my erection, as I sent back thoughts of my arousal. She liked thinking that she could make me hard, and reached down to grasp Mr. Johnson with a surprisingly sure grip, and gave him some encouragement.

"We'll take SUCH good care of your little friend, here, later," she said, breaking our kiss and patting the front of my slacks.

Satisfied that we were a pair, at least until the universe intervened, I drove on until we came to a sweet little cafe along the highway, and we went in for an early dinner. I asked for a booth, and Angela slid in beside me. She was cherubic and childlike in her happiness with how the day turned out. There was no keeping her quiet, and avoiding others noticing the disparity in our ages, so I let her just be whatever she needed to be, knowing that we'd be far away by tonight.

Dinner was surprisingly good, and we shared a piece of cheese cake, and lingered while Angela had a second cup of coffee. She asked about expresso but the waitress looked cross eyed just trying to imagine it.

After one last stop for groceries, and essentials, I showed Angela into the house. Coming home to the ranch always made me feel good inside, and while Angela checked out things inside the house, I checked out my favorite view from the porch.

When Angela wandered out, she was freshly showered and dressed for bed in a basic nightgown, with her hair pulled back. She walked over to the glider and crawled onto my lap, getting a lip lock on me, while taking off my shirt.

How does one describe Angela's body?

She was small boned, thin and rather angular, but her bottom was beginning to reshape itself into a set of feminine curves. Her breasts were about the size of a half plum, with small, but thick and rubbery nipples, that harden into points when she gets excited. Her stomach is still mostly concave, but her hips have begun to flare out and resemble the pleasure spot that all men crave. Angela's pubic mound was tiny. Her soft, sparse, pubic hair really did resemble peach fuzz, and she tasted great.

We played each other like violins, and Angela reached orgasm with a soft shudder, and a long groan. Her first was quickly eclipsed by her second and third, as I discovered the most sensitive places on her person and exploited them to their fullest effect.

By the time Angela was discovering the best way to become exhausted, I picked her up and carried her to my big bed. She giggled as I tossed her naked body into the middle of the mattress, and as fast as she could move, she started to undress me in earnest. When Angela was face to face with Mr. Johnson, she smiled, giggled, and said, "I've never seen anything so beautiful in my life."

That made me feel quite good.

Now that I was on the other side of the age barrier, I was experiencing some of the insecurity that Beth Ann must have felt, as I ravished a fourteen year old - in body, if not in fact. Angela gave me no time to dwell on the juxtaposition, as she took me as far down her throat as her tiny body would allow, preparatory to giving me her virginity.