Making Love with an Angel

As always, all characters in this story are 18 years of age or older. This is my first try at writing erotic fiction, although how much of it actually is fiction is questionable. It was alot of fun writing, so I hope you enjoy reading it just as much!

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Her eyes were the colour of the coffee, though they held far more sweetness in their inviting depths. Her chestnut hair framed her face with its long, shining lengths. Every move of hers showed off her fit body, and proved to further exhibit her ample breasts. She walked with a slight limp, from an accident she'd had as a child, having left slice in the tendon of her upper right leg. The scar was paper white, and led like an arrow, to her taught ass barely covered by her volleyball spandex.

Her demeanour would have made an angel envious, and her virtues shown like lights from heaven in her every action and word. She wore a ring on her finger, a purity ring to commemorate her celibacy and devotion to her God. How she'd managed to last all those years, one could only fathom.

She'd had a steady boyfriend for the past year or two. They seemed great together, their Facebook walls were filled with each others' faces. I, however, was eternally stuck in the friend zone. She shared everything with me, except what my body always wanted. Her boyfriend seemed to have had the same thoughts, because one spring day she came crying to me by the lockers at school. It was her boyfriend's 18th birthday, and he'd expected a special surprise. She'd thought he was okay with the celibacy stuff, of the understanding that he was in it with her. He just couldn't hold out on it, and that was what finished their relationship. I can't fault him, abstinence makes me horny.

So there she was as the end of school bell sounded, in my arms as I comforted her. Her breasts, easily C cups, pressed firmly against my chest. I tried my hardest not to let something of mine press against hers.

"Everything will be okay, Karlie," I told her softly, as she sobbed into my shoulder.

"No, No it won't be!" I made out through the fabric of my shirt that her face was pressed against.

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That night I got a call from her. She sounded odd, her voice ran together in all the wrong places. Was she drunk?

"Eli, please... come over... I'm not ... feeling well," she said, the words slurred a little.

I was there in minutes, she only lived about 5 minutes away from my house. We'd gone to the same school since elementary. My grey Charger pulled up into her semi-circle driveway. Her parents were gone for the weekend, for holiday in Bermuda, so I'd come as quickly as possible in case something was seriously wrong.

She met me at the door, her eyes were bloodshot, and she'd obviously been crying. I spotted a half empty Vodka bottle on the coffee table by her suede couch. I put my arm around her to support her over to the couch, which she obviously needed help doing.

"Karlie, were you drinking?" I asked worriedly.

"J-Jus' a lill."

"Are you okay? I thought you were against drinking?"

"I was... was against a lot of stuff. No'ing mattersh now," she said dejectedly. Her head slumped into my lap.

I was worried for her, I wanted to help, but the placement of her head was rather distracting. She turned and looked up at me with those eyes, filled with pain over what had happened that day. Then her expression changed into something I'd never seen in them, something that could only have come with all the alcohol she'd consumed that night.

She uttered two words, two words I'd wanted to hear for a long time, "Kiss me, Eli."

"Are... are you sure, Karlie? I mean, you just broke up with your boyfriend today. Are you sure you're ready for thi-"

I was cut off by her pressing her warm, wet, inviting lips against mine. I submitted, and pressed back with my own. Her tongue prodded against my lips, and I opened them to her tongue's exploration. I could taste the Vodka on her breath, as she moved to sit on my lap facing towards me. It was too much, I could feel my member rapidly hardening, straining against her tight ass. She noticed it too, and her eyes widened. To my greatest surprise, she began to move her ass over my lap. She smiled a sloppy slime, and pulled her purity ring off her finger.

My mouth widened in surprise, vulnerable to another onslaught of kissing. I turned my body, and lowered her down on the couch. "This is going to far," I thought. She and my body had other ideas. She lay on the couch as I tried to extricate myself from her embrace, but her fingers went straight for my belt, unbuckling it clumsily with her fingers. She looked up at me again with those eyes, and I resisted no longer. I held her hands in mine, and guided them to unzip my jeans. I pulled my legs out of them and let them fall to the floor. My cock pressed hard against my boxers. She pulled those off as well.

"So.. how do I do this?" she asked, as she wrapped her petite fingers around my throbbing cock.

"You... you have to get it wet first," I said, struggling to keep my voice level.

She smiled an extremely sexy smile, and wrapped her lips around its head. She choked a little as she tried to plunge my meat as far into her mouth as it would go. She began to bob her head on it as her fingers worked to keep up. It felt amazing, other girls had done this for me before, but the other girls weren't Karlie. I looked down at her, and watched as her large breasts bounced to the tempo set my her head.

I cautiously reached down to touch one of them, and she made a sound of surprise, slightly muffled by my cock. I brought my other hand to her other breast, so that I cupped both of them gently with my hands, over her shirt.

She pulled her mouth off of my dick, grabbed her shirt, and ripped it over her head. "What's come over her?" I thought in shock, as her shirt and bra hit the floor. There she sat, her tits exposed. Two rather small, brown areolae stood out on the tanned white of her breasts. I squeezed them, then began to play with her nipples. She made an intake of breath, then thrust her head on my cock again, burying it in her mouth. She worked in even faster, encouraging me to be a little rougher with her ample tits.

She'd had enough, she grabbed me, spun me around, and pushed me on the couch. An impressive show of strength for someone of her size, but I wasn't resisting either. She pulled off her tiny shorts with a little struggle, and stood in front of me wearing only a pair of small, pink, panties.

I'd never seen anything more perfect in my entire life. Even in her drunk state, she was just as beautiful. Her dark brown her cascaded down one side of her face, obscuring half of one of her big tits. Her large breasts led to a trim chest chest, which was offset my long, slender legs. In the centre of it all were those panties.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked Karlie, as a shiver shot through my spine, straight to my groin.

She answered by hooking her thumbs in the sides of her panties, pulling them down to her ankles. Her ass poked out for a second, and her tits hung down majestically as she bent down to pick up her panties. She threw them in my face, and with the same motion, lost balance and fell on top of me. Right onto my dick.

It impaled her virgin pussy with force, ripping through her hymen. She gave a shriek, then her voice broke. She opened her eyes and looked at me with the deepest longing.

"Eli. Fuck me."

They were the clearest words I'd heard her speak since I'd come over that night. I pushed her ass up, then let it fall slowly again on my dick. She was wet already, and I began to pump in and out of her, causing moans of pain and joy from her mouth, which had taken on a distinct "O" shape. She faced me as a fucked her, her tits bouncing up and down in front of my face.

She came just before me, I felt her vaginal muscles tense around my cock as I pumped in and out of her, close to a climax myself. Her voice began to rise into hysterics as she reached.

"OH! MY! GOOODDDDD!" she shrieked.

I came right after her, filling her with long jets of my potent seed. She slumped against me, too tired to rise, as my now softening cock lay still inside her. When I heard her begin to breathe deeply, I lifted her off me and carried her to her bed, where I deposited her with the utmost care, and lay a blanket on top of her sleeping form.

I ran to the drug store that night and got Plan-B pills, but in the morning, she refused to take them. I couldn't think of anyone I'd rather be with the rest of my life, but she didn't become pregnant that night. That was our first time together, but definitely not our last.