Angel

by Jean Baker

  Scrambling from the tub, he jerked down every towel and padded the floor. “I need the light.” He held her hands and watched her face as she stepped to the floor. “Oh, I’m making you feel bad. I’m so sorry.” Sitting on the edge of the tub he pulled her into his arms and nuzzled between her breasts. She lifted one to his lips and he licked it, then the other. She pressed her chest against him, and he took the hint, squeezed his hands around them and gently suckled. Her hands behind his head pulled him tighter. He sucked harder, pulling out and pushing in. His teeth scrapped the nipples. Diana moaned and dropped to the stack of towels and held her legs apart like butterfly wings.

  Struggling to breathe, he leaned over and separated her outer lips with his thumbs. The smaller inner ones nestled inside surprised him. His voice a whisper of awe, he murmured, “So much juice.” He gently spread it over her cunt and slipped a wet finger in her opening, pulled it out and traced up her slit. She jerked and groaned. “What is that little knob? Did I hurt it?”

  She pulled away and shuddered. “That, my sweet, is my own little jump-up. We call it a clitoris—clit for short. Touch it and I’ll come at your command.” She rolled up to her butt so her face touched his rampant cock. It only took a dip of her head, and her mouth surrounded it.

  He yelped, caught her by the arms and stood. Swinging her up in his arms, he grabbed two towels. “On to the kitchen, my love teacher.”

  Relaxing in his arms, Diana pointed the way to the kitchen. He had already explored this strange room and figured out it was the food-making place. Setting her on her feet and handing her a towel, he wrapped his own around his waist. In the time he’d been here, he sampled many different foods—some good—some not too much so. This would be his first experience seeing food prepared. He pulled up a stool so he could watch.

  Morning sun flooded the bright kitchen, and he realized he and Diana did the love thing all night long. He wanted to do it some more, but his jump-up felt sore, which worried him. Would Diana know how to fix it? Under his breath, he grumbled about the lack of knowledge the placement angel gave him before leaving him here.

  He watched her pull items from the refrigerator and the cabinets. She placed a pan on the stove and threw some long slender meat in it. Bacon. A good thing to know and good to eat. As it sizzled, she moved a glass bowl next to the pan and began breaking eggs into it. Poking a yolk, he said, “Eggs. Good to eat.”

  She smiled at him and began whipping the eggs. He watched and wondered if the eggs felt it. “I learned eggs are really babies which come from the female. Are your eggs that big?”

  “Where did you learn this stuff? There are no babies in these eggs. These are chicken eggs for eating, and, no, my eggs are very tiny.”

  “I found the book place—the library. It has all the information in the world. Why aren’t baby chickens in these eggs?”

  “Good Lord,” Diana muttered. “These eggs haven’t been fertilized.”

  He felt her tensing and knew these questions made her uneasy. But, how else could he learn? Taking a deep breath, he asked, “How are they fertilized and how do the babies get inside the eggs?”

  Diana forked the bacon onto a plate and dumped the scrambled eggs into the pan. She spun around and glared at him. “For God’s sake, Clancy, why in the hell are you asking all these stupid questions.”

  Jerking back, stunned by her sharpness, he bit his lip and dropped his head. “I’m sorry, my love teacher. I’ll ask no more stupid questions.”

  She wrapped her arms around his waist. “Oh, sweetheart. Ask all the questions you want. I’m sorry to sound so cranky.” Stirring the eggs once more, she lifted the pan and poured them into two plates with the bacon. She added two pieces of toast to each one thinking, this is what mothers with small children go through. Handing him a plate, she nodded to a small table by the window.

  Once seated, plates in front of them, she placed her hand on his. “I’ll try to answer your question. The girl chicken has the egg inside and the boy chicken fertilizes it with his—” She pointed at his crotch. “He puts it inside her and gives her sperm to fertilize the egg. The fertilized egg becomes a baby chicken.”

  A thousand thoughts flew through his mind. He filled his mouth with food and almost choked when he swallowed. Fucking made babies! What would the Big Guy think if he made a baby? If Diana made his baby, would he have to leave it upon finishing his job? For the first time in his life, he felt grinding emotional pain.

  They finished the meal in quiet. She took their plates and utensils away and came back, her eyes sparkling. “Ready for the lesson?”

  His heart leaped. Reaching beneath the towel and cradling his limp cock, he shook his head. No more baby-making activities for him. “Sorry, I’m too sore.”

  Laughing, she straddled his lap. “Not to worry—all we need are lips. The first thing people usually do before making love is kissing. It’s putting our lips together. We’ve been too busy to get into that.”

  Kissing didn’t much interest him, but he’d do whatever necessary to make her happy and obviously just thinking about kissing made her smile. The wetness of her pussy against his leg did interest him.

  Oh, so gently, she placed a palm on either side of his head. “Close your eyes.” Her lips brushed across his. The next time, her lips were wet and she used a bit more pressure. It seemed a little silly until her mouth opened, and she licked the inside of his lips. “Open a little.” He parted his lips and her mouth ground against his. Her tongue darted in and out.

  He gasped. She was fucking his mouth. Her tongue mimicked what his jump-up had done. He joined in, sucking her tongue and chasing it in and out like her body had done to him. It gave him such a vivid image; his cock became rigid. She nipped his bottom lip, moved across his face kissing all the way to his ear, nipped the lobe, and traveled down his neck where she kissed, sucked, and gave a sharp nip.

  His arms tightened around her and his ass clenched. Oh, God, I’m going to come. “Oh, my love teacher, you need to stop.” She ignored him and traveled across his neck and up the other side, repeating each ravishing stroke of her mouth. Back to his mouth, she pushed her tongue back in and he returned the favor. Like a sword fight, their tongues writhed against each other until she gripped his tongue, sucking hard. He lost it. His seed shot against her pussy and on the chair seat in violent spurts.

  The feelings emanating from him were so intense, the need to hold her overcame him to the point he felt his back opening up. He passionately yearned to wrap his wings around her. The Big Guy’s voice resonated like a trumpet through his mind. “Never show your wings.”

  He dropped his head on Diana’s shoulder and wept. She gently kissed him, took his hand and led him upstairs to the bath room. Pushing a couple towels in his hands, she held her hands against his face. “I don’t know what made you cry, and I don’t know what’s going to happen with us, but I want you to know you are precious to me.”

  As he showered, the determination grew. He would tell her everything as honestly as he knew how. This job didn’t work as expected, and he was on his own. She had become more important than the place from which he came.

  END BOOK 1

  INTRODUCTION TO BOOK 2

  “I’ve either met an angel or the most talented con-artist in the world.”

  “Oh my God! Where? What makes you think such a thing?”

  “He’s at my house. He’s too beautiful to be a man and too sexy to be an angel.” Without specifics about the sexual activity, she told Alice the whole story.

  Alice sat on the edge of the rocker, immobilized, eyes wide and glowing. After Diana finished, she fell back into the chair. “Oh, my God! He knows too much and knows too little to be a man.”

  “Maybe his worldly innocence is because he’s been locked away in some institution, his sexuality squashed by medication of some sort, or he’s a first class liar.”

  “But how would he know about the day Jack died? I’ve got to meet him. Bring him over to meet Dad a
nd me.”

  “Mom, that would be awful. Like a three-year-old, he asks a stream of questions about anything and everything he thinks of. If it goes through his mind, it spills out his mouth. He knows nothing about the impropriety of speaking about personal things. Let me tell you what he said to a waitress—”

  Her mother’s jaw dropped and she stared at Diana. Her mouth started trembling, and then she burst into laughter. “He told the truth?”

  “He always tells the truth as he sees it. For goodness sake, I thought you’d berate me for what I did, not laugh.”

  “Honey, soon as I saw you get out of your truck, I knew you’d finally found a man to make you happy. You glow like a Christmas tree.”

  “That’s embarrassment. Mom, he’s an innocent and I-I feel like a pervert. I want to keep him, but he’s not a damn puppy. Somehow, I need to find out where he belongs.”

  “He belongs where God put him, and if He wants him back in Heaven, He’ll take him.”

  AUTHOR’S NOTE:

  This is the first of three books about an angel—my first effort to write a paranormal story. To determine whether I should write another such paranormal series, I need your feed-back. So, if you will kindly express your feelings or opinion of this book in a review, pointing out what you especially like in the story, it will be greatly appreciated.

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