by Gabi Moore
Angela had never looked so beautiful.
Her tongue moved gently, almost longingly on record. While her hand was pressed firmly on my pubic bone.
“Oh my God," I gasped, rolling my head down to the side and clutching onto the sheets once more. "Feels so good. Please don't stop!"
My breast was heaving, and my hand was clutching at the side of my head, pulling my hair by the roots. Angela, on the other hand, was taking her sweet time. Her mouth was incomplete contact on my labia. I could see her lips pressing firmly up against my labia, and reaching her tongue out toward the underside of my clit. The pleasure was too much to handle.
I clutched the side of the pillow, with one hand, and began to firmly pet Angela's mane of hair with the other hand. When she put two fingers inside of me and began fucking me, I had to turn to the side and bite my wrist in order to control myself. My breasts were moving to each side, and my whole body was shaking with the intensity from her masturbation. She was fucking me with her fingers and a ceaseless, fervent motion. All the while, her tongue was eagerly pushing towards me, tasting everything that I had to offer.
The way that my hands on her head changed when she was fucking me was an indicator of the intensity. I went from petting her, screaming and pleasure, and grouping to inherit the base of her skull.
She looked like a wild woman, and her face was attached to me. I could see the section on the inside of her cheeks. I could feel the intense short bursts of energy being pumped into my cunt.
I gripped hold of the sheets with both hands and watched as she shook my entire body with the force of her arms. Grasping hold of her head with both hands, I came into her mouth come. The orgasms were rolling, and multiple. In spite of the fact that I had already come once, she didn't stop her work.
Her fingers kept working on the inside of me, and her lips and tongue continued to press up against my clit. My whole lower body started involuntarily humping her face. I grabbed a hold of her while she bounced her face against my pubic bone.
"Oh, Angela!” I cried. “That's so fucking incredible."
My thighs clutched either side of her face, squeezing her between my body. I had so much tension inside of me I didn't know what to do with it so I was grabbing onto everything including her hair and the sides of her face. The sheets and pillows all around us were a mess. In spite of the fact that I had come twice now, she didn't stop her passion. She was staring directly at me and feasting on my cunt. She looked wild and untamed. The dark color of her eyelashes was all I saw when she came up to kiss me.
Tasting three orgasms in a row on the lips of my lover was an incredible feeling. I felt free, and beautiful. I wanted to love her, and I was so incredibly attracted to her.
She removed her shorts, and I worshiped her ass. I lowered her panties and licked the back of her body. My hands moved all around her, and I pulled her ass cheeks away from each other. Slapping her, and looking at the place where I had slapped her, I could see the blood rushing to the surface of her skin.
I set her down on the bed, began to worship her legs next. I could tell that she was fascinated by me.
She pinned me back down onto the bed, and wrapped her hand around my neck, holding me down on the sheets. With both of our underwear removed, she began to fuck me. She held my left leg up and rode her cunt against mine. Both of us were wet, but she looked like a prince. Her hair was down on her face, and she was a wild, fair own beauty. Our clits rubbed against each other, and the feeling of her hand wrapped around my leg was intoxicating. When I looked up to see her, I saw that she wasn't even aware of me at all. It looked like she was using me exclusively for her pleasure, and there was nothing that would've made me happier.
I never noticed Angela's lean body before, or the way that her hair hung in front of her face as her mouth was open. I knew that every single lover who had ever turned away from Angela had been a total and complete fool. In that moment, if she had asked me to stay there forever, to run away with her, that's exactly what I would've done.
She kept fucking me, while holding the back of my neck firmly with her hand. She switched her position once more and pinned me again to the bed. Her body was pressed completely against mine, her cunt on my thighs, and her lips on my lips. I moved up toward a peak, but before I could get there, she was making out with me again and holding onto my vagina with her right hand.
My pleasure was entirely in her control. Like she was holding me hostage, she pushed me up onto my seat and whispered into my ear.
"You're not gonna come until I tell you too," she told me. "It's going to be soon, but it's not going to be soon enough for you. I'm going to hold you in agony here as long as possible, playing with your clit."
She held me close to her body, one hand wrapped around my shoulder grabbing firmly on the underside of my breast, and the other hand playing with my clit. Her movements were deft, and she knew exactly what to do. She kissed me and massaged my clit and short repeated bursts.
While she manipulated me, I stared into her eyes.
She dove two fingers inside of me and began pulling up inside of my cunt. I began to twitch wildly like I was close to an orgasm, but she didn't let me come. Instead, she laid me down on the bed and put her ass right in front of my face, straddling me.
Dutifully, I run my tongue along the entire length of her vagina and pulled on the soft flesh of grass. I moved my head from side to side beneath her body, and she sat on top of me, letting her ass place itself firmly and squarely in front of my face. She wasn't intelligent for long, though, and soon her fingers found the inside of my vagina once more. I made it a point to lick her clip, and pull my tongue all the way out the inside of her crack until I hit just below her asshole. I brought her clit into my mouth and tug data from side to side tasting, and feeling so incredibly grateful that she was spending time with me.
Angela busied herself by biting into my thigh, by kissing my clit, and moaning. The moans went on the longest.
Truth be told, I was incredibly happy that she was moaning. She brought me to orgasm three times already, and I hadn't even done the same for her.
"Now, it's your turn," I promised, in an unspoken moment of dedication.
I continued to suck and pull on her clit, increasing in intensity as the volume of her moans also increased. Her ass was incrementally moving closer to my face, and I barely had to move any more to place my lips against her labia. I could taste her arousal in my mouth, and feel the way that her body quivered above. I wanted to taste more, and so I endeavored to lick her clean. I could tell she was getting close because the flesh of her ass cheeks was moving in tiny waves.
Her entire central core was shaking, and her voice had risen to a volume higher, and more on restrained had ever heard from her. Her fingers clamped down on my science, and her back arched into the air. Diving forward, she brought her head into my clit. With hunger and wild abandon, she began sucking my clit. She brought me directly into her mouth, sucked as hard as she possibly could. I could feel her body shaking above me, and in spite of that, she dove two fingers straight into my vagina, and one into my asshole. She drove down deeper with all of her fingers and pulled harder with my clit in her mouth. I felt the organism building inside of me, but the thing that ended up pushing me over the edge was a sudden clenching of Angela's thighs over my face. She was holding me down onto the bed, pinning me down onto the mattress with her pelvis.
Her hips around me into the bed, and when my lips made phone contact with her cunt, providing a seal, she squirted inside of my mouth.
The sudden rush of warm nectar was enough to set me off as well.
In retrospect, at that moment, the two of us were like a perpetual fountain, cyclically moving forward in a timeless space. It was absolutely nothing in my reality except for our connection, and complete sensual intoxication.
When it was over, she slowly turned around and begin kissing my body. She moved up slowly, not playing any games, and taking her sweet time. I moaned for her
and pressed my hand against the side of her body. My fingertips felt so wet, and I knew that I needed to pull her towards me so that I could taste her once more.
Our lips met, and we drink deeply of each other's mouths. How our kisses were just as complete as the rest of our lovemaking. This time, after we both had an orgasm. Our touch was more soft, and yielding. Our rush to the peak was long gone, and what was left between the two of us was a consummation of years of friendship.
Holding her, and kissing her body, soon transferred into being held by Angela, and being kissed. The kisses then faded into darkness, and the two of us fell into sleep.
When I woke up, Angela was already out of the Crash Room. That didn’t surprise me, as she generally didn’t need more than three hours of sleep at a time in order to keep going.
There was something unearthly about her stamina. She called them “Power Naps,” and she didn’t take them on any sort of schedule. She simply fell asleep when she liked, stayed asleep long enough to complete a single sleep cycle, and then got up again to continue whatever it was she was working on before she had decided to take a rest.
“Polyphasic sleep patterns are for geniuses,” she had told me once, in a teasing tone.
Indeed, I thought to myself, recalling the memory as I stood up and stretched.
I wasn’t sure how she could have achieved an entire sleep cycle, and fucked as we did, but I didn’t bother to spend too much time thinking about it. I had gotten some rest, and that was important.
I walked down the stairs once more to the basement, figuring that she was at work on some project in her lab. When I got there, she was hard at work analyzing data from the search query.
“Already done?” I asked, noticing how attentive she was toward the information present on the screen.
I could tell that she was looking through results because the process on the screen was different than before. There was no appearance of endless database scrubbing, only a series of about two hundred single lines of text. Each of the text was time stamped less than thirty minutes apart, though some were as brief as a few seconds. Next to each time stamp was another number, which indicated the source patrol car or badge number.
I looked over from the screen to Angela’s face, taking note her eyes staring wide in disbelief over the information present on the screen.
“This guy’s a fucking legend,” was all she said.
I waited for more information, but she was too absorbed in her reading to pay me any mind. Angela had trained herself to read eighty percent faster than most other literate people — a feat she had achieved by a process she called ‘line absorption’.
For the next several minutes, I watched her stare with eyes wide at the screen before the two of us. The screen scrolled down at a rate that was too quick for me to pay attention, but she had already done the work for me.
“Looks like the last place he was spotted was on the west side, about a mile outside of your Dad’s house. Police already stopped by your father’s place, with an expedited warrant, but your man wasn’t there. I’m betting that they have that place on surveillance right now. From the looks of it, that guy has got a set of balls on him.”
She turned to me after she had reached the end of the document.
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
Without pausing, I knew the answer.
I had always thought my father’s concept of a safe house was a bit of a joke, but I knew that if the police had in fact gone to visit him, that he would hold to that plan as a matter of course.
“I’d like to spend the night here,” I replied. “I’ll be out of your hair tomorrow morning before dawn. Does that work for you?”
Angela nodded easily and offered a smile.
“C’mon,” she said. “Let’s grab a bite to eat, I’ve got a surprise for you.”
I raised my eyebrow suggestively, meeting her gaze, and offering a non-verbal question as to the nature of her ‘surprise’.
“You’re such a whore,” she grinned, and then slapped me in the ass and kissed my cheek. “We might get to some of that too, but this is something different; something special that I’d like you to take with you when you go.”
I smiled at her, and she returned the smile with the deepest sense of authenticity that two friends can offer one another.
“Besides,” she said, breaking the spell, “I’m pretty sure we’ve got Avocado sandwiches, which is fucking awesome. I love that stuff.”
Chapter 14 - Tyler
Crashing through the window wasn’t something that I had planned on doing.
Frankly, I was a bit surprised that she didn’t shoot me on the spot. The woman looked so dangerous initially, and I was most definitely calling her bluff. Then she proved that she wasn’t really a killer at all. She was just a regular person, and there was no reason to believe that she would attack me.
I made the decision and made my exit.
What ended up pushing me in the direction I chose was the realization that a lot more death would probably happen if I didn’t get out quick. For some reason, all of this violence was getting on my nerves. I reasoned that I would be better off if I ran.
The other side of the window was a planter, which eased my fall. I put my shoulder into the frame of the window, so I didn’t take too much damage from the broken glass; it was better than getting hit by another bullet. I knew that as soon as I landed, I had to make a break for safety because the patrol cars were fast en route. I could hear the sirens echoing down the narrow streets of Venice, and I reasoned that I had a maximum of two minutes before every police car in the area was on my tail.
Let’s just say that my estimates were a bit off.
The echo of the sirens was displaced by the buildings, but things became clearer for me once the nearest car in pursuit turned the corner and began speeding down the street toward the apartment complex. Hazarding a glance behind me as I ran down the street, I noticed that two motorcycle police were on their way toward me, and approaching fast.
I sprinted down the alleyway and noticed a dumpster leading to a fire escape on my right-hand side. With an assisted jump, I found my feet on the top of the dumpster. Without pausing, I maintained speed and leaped in the air to reach out toward the lower rail of the fire escape balcony. My training assisted me in being able to pull up on the fire escape, and place my feet firmly on the metal frame of the landing. Knowing that I was vulnerable on the side of the building, I began sprinting up the end of the fire escape. By the time I reached the top, three floors later, bullets were already ricocheting off of the rails beneath my feet.
“Damn,” I swore as I nearly escaped getting hit.
I wasn’t sure what was happening lately, but I seemed to be a magnet for bullets, and to be perfectly honest, it was getting a bit tiresome.
I made my way toward the center of the rooftop, and began to sprint toward the far end of the building. I passed a group of kids sitting on the rooftop smoking, and a flock of birds flew away from my approaching footsteps as I reached the edge of the building. There was about an eight to ten foot gap between this building and the next, as the building was located adjacent to a narrow alleyway. I had to jump, because if I didn’t then there was no way that I would reach the bottom of the building in time to evade the motorcycles.
Knowing that I needed full speed to make it across the gap, and knowing that the consequence of missing the jump was death or imprisonment, I made the commitment.
My body soared through the air, and my feet slammed down on the rubber tar cover of the adjacent rooftop. I was a bit off in my estimations, though the next roof was slightly lower than the one that I had departed, so I didn’t suffer too greatly for my miscalculation. I landed with a hell of a lot of momentum, and had to force my body down into a shoulder roll.
The backpack had a couple of items that didn’t sit well, and they dug into the muscles of my back. The pain was more of a slight inconvenience than anything else. As soon as my roll was
complete, I was back on my feet, and resuming my sprint.
As I moved forward I heard sirens coming from all around me, but what was most interesting to me was that I heard the actual motor of the bike that had been chasing me going down the alleyway behind me. Either they had not seen me jump, or they didn’t anticipate it; regardless I had to slow my pace when I reached the end of the second building, because the ledge for the next building in line was a solid twenty feet above me, and the space between one building and the next provided nothing in the way of climbing except for a sheer drop.
I silently offered a prayer of thanks to the zoning commissioners who had permitted this next building only had about five feet of space between this building and the next. With a philosophy more closely resembling folly than anything worth advocating to others, I quickly turned around and lowered myself onto the ledge of the building with only one hand still clinging to the edge to anchor my weight.
My feet were firmly planted on the wall, and when I looked down below, I got a head rush and realized that while the brickwork would provide a bit of grip on the way down, there were no sizable objects, railings, or window inlets to aid me in my descent. I was thirty feet above the ground, and a five-foot gap had been placed between myself and the adjacent wall. With a firm breath for resolve, I planted my feet as firmly apart as they would manage and pushed my hands across the gap.
Making my way down the building was not an easy process, but it was possible. There was enough space so that it made things a bit strenuous, but not so much that I didn’t have enough leverage with my knees and elbows to firmly press into the adjacent building.
In a consciously repeated pattern, I worked my way down toward the walking path below. My heart was beating fast, but I felt momentarily secure in my efforts.
Just like basic… I tried to remind myself, taking care to keep my eyes on my hands and not on the ground below.
