Angel Over My Shoulder (16 page)

Then he seemed to think and he rose up and reached for his pants on the floor. He withdrew his wallet and there was the imprint of a condom pressed into the wallet. It was not the first time he had carried a condom in his wallet. Then, he wasn’t a virgin.

She watched him tear through the pack and place it onto his erect member. She possessively finished the process by rolling it up his shaft. Alan paused and looked into her eyes. She nodded, encouraging him to do what had never been done in reality; to make love to her.

He reached between them and parted her sensitive flesh with his sheathed cock. Her mouth opened and she knew that she would be impossibly wet as she closed her eyes, tossing her head back until the line of her neck was exposed to his seeking lips.

He pushed into her, parting her tight opening as her muscles spasmodically clutched him. He groaned, yet continued to carefully push into her, feeling her become tighter the further he entered her. When he was completely buried into her canal, he rolled his hips against hers and she matched the move. His hips began to grind against her, rubbing at her clit and creating a heat that made her keen loudly. At the sound of her pleasure, his hips rose, causing his cock to scrape her walls as he slowly withdrew, only to quickly plunge back into her depths.

She grunted and buried one foot into the couch cushion, pushing to meet his thrust.

“Oh god…” He groaned. She was so tight and wet and when she pushed forward to meet him it caused his scrotum to tighten almost painfully. He pulled back and thrust forward again and again, she matched him and he was repeating the move over and over.

“Oh Angel!” She screamed. She felt her muscles contract in every portion of her lower body! His head quickly lowered to her neck where his lips moved over her sensitive skin, across her collar bone and to her breast where his lips captured her nipple and pulled it roughly into his wet, hot mouth. Her back arched and she stopped breathing, the air catching in her chest.

He released her breast and moved back, his pelvis still attached to her, and she looked down and watched his hips roll sensually against her. She felt the climax crash into her and she opened her mouth and cried out loudly.

It was so huge, the way the orgasm converged on her, overwhelming her until she was shaking and convulsing beneath his pumping hips. Soon her movements overwhelmed him and he shouted out his own climax.

“LESLIE!” His body moved faster and harder over her until he suddenly jerked to a stop and grunted loudly, movements faltering as a low cry of pleasure spilled from his mouth. “I love you!” He moaned. His eyes squeezed close and he pushed against her pelvis one last time, grazing her already over sensitized clit. She jumped, spasming uncontrollably.

As if paralyzed, the couple lay motionless. When he opened his eyes again, he raised his head from where it had been buried in the crook of her neck and he searched her eyes for her reaction.

She smiled. “That was amazing.”

“You came first this time.”

“What?”

“The first time we made love; in the dream. I came first. I was trying so hard to do it right. I didn’t know it could be so…awesome.”

She came up on her elbow, watching him in amazement. “I can’t…I can’t believe you remember that.”

He moved off of her body, but only to nestle against her nude form, pulling her into his arms. “I don’t remember everything. I mean, I just remember while it’s happening. I know things but I don’t understand what I know.” He looked at her. “I know how I feel about you…but the person that I am now can’t understand completely what I was before.”

She was frowning. “Do you know how you made yourself real?”

He shook his head slowly. “I don’t know. I just know that there was no…reality, unless I was with you.”

After a moment, she dropped her head back to snuggle his chest, then she came up suddenly on her elbow. She had called him Angel while they had made love!

“Oh gosh! I’m so sorry.” He looked at her curiously. “I called you Angel. I’m so sorry-”

“I am Angel. I’m Angel as much as I’m Alan—maybe even more.” She relaxed against him again, nuzzling her head against his shoulder. He reached down and touched her chin; urging her to look up at him again.

“You’re smiling.” He was too.

“What? Am I not allowed to smile?”

“Every since I’ve known you, it was like you were always solemn and worldly…or sometimes kinda kick ass.”

“Kick ass?”

“You told me once that you don’t have time for foolishness. It was one of my dreams, not yours.”

“I said that?”

He sighed. “I wanted…I was too young to want what I wanted and you let me know it.” He gave her a crooked grin.

“Oh, man.” Their dreams could have been potentially dangerous…

“You never let me cross the line, Leslie.” He kissed her and she felt it down to her very toes. Then her phone rang. She pulled back and they stared at each other. She moved out of his arms, suddenly feeling cold and then she hurried to the phone.

“Hello.”

“Hi, babe.”

“Hey, honey.”

Alan got up from the couch and concentrated on extracting the drying condom from his penis as he walked out of the room. Leslie watched him as he apparently searched for the bathroom.

“What are you doing?” He asked. She grimaced.

“Nothing, just hanging out here.” She huddled in the armchair. “What are you going to do today?” Better he talk then her. She was just no good at being sneaky. He spent some time talking about the store, and god help her, she should have been interested but all she could think of was getting him off the phone.

“You seem quiet, babe. Are you ok?”

“Um, just a little stomach ache. I think I had too much Thai yesterday.”

He chuckled. “I miss you. Take some Pepto and get some rest. I’ll call you later tonight.”

“Ok. I think I will do just that.”

“Love you.”

“I love you, too.” She said solemnly, and then she hung up. Leslie stood, picking up her dress in the process. She slipped it on, feeling incredibly vulnerable and then she went down the hall in search of Alan.

He was in the bedroom and was just replacing a picture of her and James. “Was that him?”

“Yes. I’m sorry-”

“Have you decided what you’re going to do?”

“Oh…” She was dressed and he stood there nude and perfectly comfortable. He was incredible to look at; perfect in every way…and he wanted to know which one of them she would choose.

“There’s a cake in the kitchen,” he said with a smile on his face. “And I’m pretty much dying to know what one of your cakes taste like.” She gave him an appreciative look that he had allowed the subject to drop for now and she led the way to the kitchen. He stopped along the way for his jeans and slipped them on quickly before catching up with her.

She retrieved the pastry and set it on the counter while Alan stared at it in awe. For a moment, Leslie felt as if he had forgotten her as he stared. She got the cake knife and cut them two huge slices, setting them on plates. She opened the drawer for forks and passed him one.

He looked at her with excitement.

“I’ve been waiting to taste your cake all of my life. Sometimes I would crave cake, but none would ever satisfy me. My parents have thrown away countless cakes because I was so disappointed in them.”

“Well heap on the pressure.”

He chuckled and then sliced into it. She did the same. They stared at each other as Alan took his first bite. He chewed and then stopped. His brow lifted and then he slowly swallowed.

“Well?”

“I didn’t know what to expect…but it wasn’t this.”

“Good?”

“Delicious!”

“You’re just saying that-”

“No. It’s the best cake I’ve ever eaten.”

“Thank you.” She moved to the coffeepot. “Do you want coffee?”

“Do you have milk?”

“Sure.” She poured him a glass of milk and then she had her coffee with a bit of sugar and cream. He had two slices and still continued to eye the cake. Chuckling, she offered to let him take the rest home which immediately satisfied him.

“Alan, tell me about yourself? I want to know everything about you.”

“The story of my life in a nutshell? I don’t think I can do that.” He stood and moved back to the living room and she followed him. “Do you want to know something specific?” He sat on the couch and she reclined against the armrest and watched him with interest. He reached for her feet and placed them on his lap. She smiled.

“Do you…have a girlfriend?”

“No...”

“A lover?”

“Yes.” She was thinking about how she felt about that. “I don’t have any serious relationships—but there is one girl.” He continued.

“I see. Does she know it’s not serious?”

He thought about the question. “She knows how I feel but…”

“She feels more than you do?”

He nodded grimly. “I like her. I like her a lot. But I don’t love her. I don’t want to love her. And it might make me seem like a bastard, but I told her that I don’t want a love relationship. She thinks it’s because she’s black.” He snorted. “It doesn’t matter if she has to rationalize why I don’t. I was honest.”

She felt herself blush. He was honest…she should have been. Then she wouldn’t be facing the prospect of hurting the feelings of a man that she had grown to love…or hurting the feelings of a man that she never stopped loving. He began to rub her feet, as if in response to her reaction.

Alan went on to tell her that he was a second year art student, was mostly a loner but he did have a few good friends. He liked good music, reading a good book and thought of himself as the typical guy…despite the fact that he’d spent all of his life waiting for a dream lover to appear.

Leslie went on to fill in the blanks about her life. He reached out and touched her scars when she described pulling her piercings from her face. His eyes smoldered in silent anger when she spoke of her time in 72 hour hold, and her Uncle who had passed away before being released from jail. She went on to tell him about the bakeries and he admitted that he already knew about them. He had done research on her, knew where she was from and all of that.

“What I want to know is what do you like? What do you do when you want to have fun?”

A shadow fell across her face. “Well…I like listening to music.” She would have loved going to concerts and that sort of thing but her life had been filled with just moving from one task to the next. “I don’t think I know what I like to do for fun.”

He ran his fingers over her ankle. “It’s ok. Maybe we can figure it out together?” He looked at her with yearning.

“Yes.” He released her ankles and moved up the couch almost like a cat; eyes glued to hers. When he was directly over her, she parted her lips in anticipation for the feel of his kiss. He smiled slightly at the look of desire in her eyes.

“Can I taste you?”

“What?” Her heart seemed to skip a beat.

“Can you take off your clothes and let me taste you? I want to run my tongue over every crevice of your body. I won’t bite…this time.”

“Oh my god...” She whispered. He stood up and took her hand and together they moved to the bedroom. Again they stripped, slower this time, taking the time to look at the other. Alan ran his hands over her breasts. Her dark nipples perked and his semi erect cock jumped. He leaned forward and licked her there. Leslie sighed. She let him play with her nipples, tonguing and sucking them.

She finally reached down and took him in her hand. He straightened; eyes closed and allowed her to explore his hardness, the tight skin of his scrotum, the crisp hair on his pelvis. When he trembled, she led him to the bed and they climbed into it, still kneeling before each other, exploring the other with curious, eager, touches.

They made love slowly, kissing and exploring with hands, lips and tongues. And then they slept when their passion was sated.

Leslie’s eyes opened and she knew instantly that she was dreaming. She looked over at the sleeping boy next to her and his eyes opened, coming to rest on her and he smiled.

“We’re dreaming.”

“Yeah.” She gave him a look of awe. “We’re both dreaming of each other.” She sat up, still nude. “Sh-should we do something?”

Alan climbed out of bed and looked around. “I’m not sure. I never made things happen, you always did.”

“In my dreams, you were the one that always made things happen.”

“This is very strange, Leslie. But it seems right.”

“I’m not afraid but I should be.” And that was because she felt comfortable and safe with him.

“Let me try something.” Alan closed his eyes. He smiled. “I see it…” He opened his eyes and looked at her with joy and then he took her hand. “Leslie, would you like to see what I saw? Our future?”

Her mouth formed a large O. “Oh yes! I want to see our future!” He reached for her hand.

“Should we put on clothes?” She asked.

“We’re already dressed.” She looked down and like magic, she was back in her smock and he was wearing jeans and a shirt. She clutched his hand and watched him expectantly.