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Author: PlanetDweller
Title: Angel's Adventures, Chapter 1
Part: Chapter 1
Universe: Playing Spin The Bottle With Mom
Summary: Angel recovers from her swinging weekend, has a curious
medical exam, and swings with her new boyfriend and the Jenkins.
Angel's Adventures, Chapter One
Or : What Would Have Been "Playing Spin The Bottle With Mom,
Chapter 5", if hadn't decided to spin the character of "Angel"
off from the "Spin The Bottle" and give her her very own series.
By
PlanetDweller
Fg, FgM, MFg, FMmg, Fm, swinging, swingers, medical procedure
fetish
I remember getting back to our room, taking a douche and quick
shower with Mom, lying down with her on my bed in our hotel room,
and then the deepest sleep I've ever had. Sleep without dreams.
Well, 'cept that one I just before I woke up that kinda woke me
up, some weird dream about barbershops, and barberpoles on legs
that were chasing me all over some meadow somewhere on a spring
afternoon. Like I said, weird.
Stirring enough to rub the sleep from eyes, something felt
sticky on my thighs down below. Figured it was just "backcome"
that Mom had told me would happen whenever I fucked a lot or
fucked a lot of guys like I, like we, had last night. Then a ping
near my uterus, a feeling of slight gush, and then a slick of
blood hitting my pussy like my period, two weeks away, was
starting early. Shoot. But the fluid now running on my thighs I
just knew wasn't period blood.
"Mom; Mom, wake up, something's wrong; wake up, Mom."
"Wha? What's wrong, Angel?"
"I'm bleeding 'down there' but I know it's not my period. I'm
scared a little."
"Let me take a look.
She got between my legs and with still sleep-laden-eyes woke up
enough to look and smell and taste my bloody discharge sticky on
my thighs.
"Nope, it's not your period; let me call Harold, just a sec',
Hon'"
She put on her robe and instead of calling Dr. Jenkins on the
telephone walked out to the hallway and to his room and within
ten minutes had brought him back to our room, he smiling and
happy to see me but concerned about what he saw or didn't see.
Getting a speculum out of his old black doctor's bag, he peered
and peered some more but did nothing to me but look.
"Let's get her douched, Kate. I think I know what it is but I
need all the old half-dried fluid out from her vagina."
Mom tried to help me into the bathroom but I didn't need help. I
wasn't hurting. I wasn't an invalid. I was just bleeding for some
unknown reason a little. The douche did hurt this time as the
vinegar and water solution seemed to sting a tiny bit.
"Harold, it felt like the vinegar made me sting some when I
douched" I told him.
"Yeah, I know what it is; let me look and see where the little
bugger is at, and we'll have you fixed in no time" he then
working the speculum back inside me with a "yeah, there it is,
c'mere, Kate, take a look, right there, a "bridal hematoma", a
blood vessel near the surface that ruptured sometime last night,
probably from all the use her vagina took."
"Is it serious, Harold? We need to go to hospital with this?"
Mom asked.
"Oh no, not at all; I've got some medicine right here in my bag
that'll fix it right up. But after I apply it, no vaginal sex for
twenty-four hours, okay? Do you have an extra pad with you? No?
Okay, I've got a couple in my bag here; wear it immediately, and
if you see more than just a tiny drop or two of blood on it, give
me a call at home and then we'll take her to my office to run
some further tests, but she should be fine, this is quite common
in your girls and women who haven't had much sex and then all of
a sudden one night have a lot of it, that's why it's called a
'bridal hematoma', like a bride would get on her wedding night.
Now Angel, I'm going to give you a shot to stop the bleeding at
the site where this capillary has ruptured; it'll sting for a
second then stop and then you'll be fine, okay?"
Sting? Yeah, like when you step on a bee kinda sting, 'cept this
one was in my pussy. Owwwwcchh!
"Better Hon'?"
"Yeah, Mom, thanks, and thanks Harold."
"You're welcome. How are you feeling?"
"Fine."
"Any other pains anywhere else I need to know about?"
"Well my asshole is sore and my breasts are sore and my jaws are
tired a little and I just kinda ache all over."
Patting me on my sore breasts, he just smiled and lightly
laughed with a "well, Angel, you took on more guys and women last
night than many adults do their entire adult lives, and you're
only thirteen. And you were great last night, Angel, a real
trooper."
"Well, I did what Mom told me to do, didn't do a single thing I
didn't want to do, but did do exactly what I did wanna do. Right
Mom?"
"Yes, Baby, you were perfectly fine last night, and I am so
proud of you my darling daughter, so very proud" she cooed at me
as she slid back to the head of the bed to cradle me in herarms.
"You two look so incredible together. Fancy one more last blow
job for a friend before heading out?"
Mom and I turned a looked at each other with a "he has 'got' to
be fucking kidding!" look at each other, each of our expressions
almost making the other one laugh before I focused back on him.
"Sure Harold, one more if you'd like" I spoke just like Mom
would have. I am her daughter after all.
For an old dude he sure had a lot of energy. He went and went
all night and still wanted more this morning. Damn.
Mom joined me in a double suck of him, each of us on the other
side of his cock as he fucked the space between us and his hands
roamed over our tits. Didn't last long. Mom turned his cock to
her as he came and swallowed his jism whole as a morning snack.
Damn. Breakfast. I was hungry.
"That was great my ladies, thank you."
"You're welcome, Harold" I replied again in my best
adult-sounding voice.
"Oh, Karen wants to see you both before you leave. Are you
heading down to the breakfast bar to grab something? Better
hurry. They close in less than an hour to get ready for lunch.
We're heading down there now. Find us if you would, Kate, Angel,
please."
"Sure. Is there a problem we need to talk about?"
"Oh no, just the opposite. I think Karen wants to talk Angel on
a small shopping spree next week, I think Wednesday, if that's
okay with you, Kate?"
"Sure, it's okay with me if it's okay with her; she is my big
girl now, all grown up."
Mom made a decent living for us but never really had a lot of
extra money. Our shopping trips were generally limited to three
times a year, once before school started, once at Christmas, and
if we didn't go on vacation much anywhere during the spring or
summer then another small one some time during that time.
"Sure, that'd be neat-o!" I couldn't help but sound like a
thirteen-year-old girl again.
Cyn was sitting a large round table down in the hotel's
restaurant with her Mom and Dad as my Mom and I joined them and I
couldn't help but sneak one kiss squarely on Cyn's lips despite
Mom and all having warned me repeatedly not to do public kisses
or and stuff like that with club members.
"Young lady, there will be some extra chores for you for that
little display just now, trust me."
She was my lover and sex partner, but yeah, she was still my Mom
too and I wouldn't want or have her any other way. And I didn't
care either. Cynthia was my friend and lover too and if I wanted
to kiss her anywhere then yeah I would.
"Okay Mom, whatever you say" as I plopped my breakfast bar cold
pancakes and syrup and ice-cold sausage patties and link sausages
down on the table as Mom ate her fruit cocktail salad and
everyone made easy conversation. Mrs. Jenkins, Harold's wife,
Karen, motioned me to come sit beside her, I assume so we could
talk about the shopping spree she wanted to take me on.
"Harold wants Angel here to come by his office first thing
Wednesday morning so he can check out her rupture and do a more
complete exam of her; can you have her there by 7AM before you go
to work, Kate?"
Mom got a look of dead seriousness of her face, the kind of
worried-Mom look I don't like seeing.
"Is anything wrong, Harold, Karen? You 'have' to tell me if
there is."
"Oh no, Angel's fine, we just want to run some tests on her, the
kind we ran on you after your first social with us, if you don't
mind."
"That's all?"
"Yeah, Honey, that's all, we promise" as Karen stroked and
patted Mom's arm in a gesture of support as they leaned into each
other a bit.
"Sure then, if you promise me that's all?"
"Well, that's why I wanted to take her shopping later that
morning, and take her to our club for lunch too if that's okay
with you?"
"You don't have to take her shopping, Karen, Harold, doing the
tests are fine but you don't have to spend money on her."
"No no, we want to, Angel here is such a special girl, aren't
you Angel?" Karen taking a very Mom-ish tone with me I didn't
know if I particularly liked as she patted me on the head and
messed with my hair which I 'definitely' didn't like.
"Yeah, I 'guess' sooooo" I smartassed back at her but she didn't
care or didn't notice one.
"And besides, I would like to introduce her to a special friend
of ours, the son of one of our colleagues who just turned
sixteen. We'd like for him to join us for lunch and maybe show
Angel how golf is played afterwards, let her drive the cart while
he joins our threesome if that's okay, okay, Kate?"
"Angel is her own woman now. It's totally up to her."
"Well these tests hurt? Any needles? No shots?"
"No Angel, no shots, promise. Just some written tests and then a
little poking and prodding afterwards but no needles, my word as
your friend."
He 'was' my friend. Some old forty or fifty some year old dude,
but yeah, Dr. Harold Jenkins was my friend. His cock had been in
every part of my body enough times to at least to become my
friend.
"Sure, I'd like that."
"And we will bring her home afterwards."
"Thank you Karen. That's very thoughtful of you."
"Glad to do it, of course" as the two of them hugged and swapped
a quick kiss. And I was going to get punished by Mom for just
doing the same thing to Cyn' a minute ago? Shessssh. Adults!
"I do want to see all the test results and paperwork and all of
the tests once you get them back" Mom somewhat sternly spoke as
she broke her light embrace of Karen.
"Of course. Can we mail them to you?"
"Sure."
"Done then."
When we got home there were six messages already on the
answering machine having to do with me. Messages asking to speak
to Mom about me to them, mostly couples of the Raleigh Friends
but one from a single woman I don't remember seeing or being with
on Saturday night.
"You're a bright, pretty intelligent and very hot single lady
now, my Angel, a single woman who is now known as a real swinger
at a swinging social club. You are a wanted woman now. Lots of
couples and others will want to see you in private, have you come
over to their houses to try to get you to swing with them. I'm
not going to tell you not to. I knew when I made the decision to
let you go with me I was making the decision to let you become a
woman maybe a bit early, but I thought you were ready for it.
After the other night, I know you were, know you are."
"Thanks, Mom, I love you so much" I just rushed over to hug her
close to me as the words came out of my mouth.
"I love you too, Angel" she kissing the top of my head.
"Mom, am I a sex addict?"
"No my little one" she cooed back at me as she pulled back a bit
to hold my chin and face up to her gaze "not unless you let sex
rule your life, if you stop doing other things you like just to
have more sex, then no, you're not a sex addict, I know you're
not don't worry about, 'k?" she just beaming at me. I do love my
Mom so much.
"Thanks Mom."
"Hmmm-hhhmmm; now, about these phone calls."
"What should I do?"
"Well, it's up to you, but let me tell what I'd do. This is how
I handled it when I first joined and the phone calls flooded in
for me, too, after that first social I attended."
"Yeah, Mom?"
"Let me go find the current annual directory, be right back,
just stay here and listen carefully to the messages on the
machine. And don't be surprised if more come in. I think I got
twenty calls that first Sunday after and something like forty
total into the next week, all from couples and others wanting me
to party with them."
"Wowwww!"
"Yeah, right, it was a real 'wow' except I did and do have to
make a living and one can't live on sex alone; be right back,
listen to the phone calls, k'?"
Basically, all of them were asking permission from Mom to talk
to her about speaking to me about "seeing" them as how everyone
of them put it. Cool. That was okay. Two or three sounded nicer
than the other two or three. And one of the nicer ones of course
were the McClambs, Derrick and Etta, whom me and Cyn had swung
with privately. Yeah, I liked them, a lot.
"Here Hon, take a look; your photo will be in here next year,
but your age won't be of course."
"Of course Mom, uh-hu?"
She started flipping through the photocopied sheets bound in
some sort of plastic binder at the side as we sat down on the
couch together, must have been a hundred or more pages total, but
there was lotsa stuff besides pictures and information about the
members, there were a complete set of club rules, a page of safe
sex do's and don'ts, a listing of the Board Of Directors of which
Mom and Aunt Susan and Uncle Sam and Harold and Karen and four
other couples were all members of, swinging etiquette do's and
don'ts, club policies on drug and alcohol use, a fee schedule of
club dues and charges, a listing of upcoming theme socials for
the year, a detailed map on how to get to the hotel from anywhere
around Raleigh using the Beltline as a reference guide, and one
thing I noticed on each page was in tiny letters the word
"Affinity" and on the front cover as such in big bold lettering
was the word "Affinity" as well.
"Mom, what's 'Affinity'?"
"That's the name of the club, Hon'"
"I thought the name of the club was 'Raleigh Friends'?"
"It is; and it isn't; when a couple or single lady becomes a
member, a full member and not just someone or some couple that
attends the public part of the social, the dance, then we give
them a directory like this and tell the real name of the club
which is 'Affinity'."
"Why is that Mom? You never told me about that!" I giggled a
little.
"Cause no young lady or couple becomes a real member until after
we know they're actually swingers. And until last night, you
weren't a swinger, my little love, were you?"
"Uh-uh, I guess not, hehehehehe"
"That way, when a couple calls another couple from the directory
for example to see if they'd like to maybe meet for a private
party, they tell them that they got their names from the
'Afffinity' directory and they immediately know that they're 'for
real', aren't phonies, make sense?"
"Yeah Mom, it does."
"Anyone who called strike your fancy?"
"Well, the McClambs called, and me and Cyn swung with them
privately for a while, I really like them, Mom."
"Let's take a look, shall we" she flipping the pages to their
listing. Photos taken from their club ID badges, first and last
names, home address, home phone, Derrick's cell phone number, he
is straight and Etta was listed as bi yeah-duh, years in the
lifestyle, sexual preferences and dislikes for both, travel or
entertain, yeah, cool, things like that.
"Thanks Mom."
"Sure Hon'. Now, I'm really trusting you aren't I?"
"Yes Mom, and I won't let you down."
"You don't have to call anyone back, and you don't have to swing
with anyone you don't want to. The lifestyle is about fun, having
fun, not having sex, having fun."
"I knowwww Mom"
"I know you do but I'm still your Mother. If there is anyone in
here that you might want to call but didn't swing with them last
night, let me see their listing first, I know most of the people
in here and Harold and Karen know the ones I don't, we don't want
to do anything stupid and get us all arrested now do we, little
one?"
"Nooooo, Mooommmm!!!" I replied in my best half-retard voice.
"C'mere, you!" she pulling me to her once again as she tickled
my ribs for the fun of it. Still my Mom, thank goodness.
"Can I call Derrick and Etta right now? I know them. Was with
them. Like them, Can I Mom?"
"Sure Hon', but if you wouldn't mind, can I listen in on the
cordless extension for this first time, just to see how you do,
see what you say to what they say?"
"Sure Mom, I don't care."
Etta answered the phone.
"Etta, Mrs. McClamb, this is Angel, Angel Green."
Dead silence for a moment.
"Pardon?"
"Etta, this is Angel, we met at the 'Affinity' social last
night, you and Derrick and I and Cynthia Jenkins partied in your
room, remember?" Mom literally shooting me a thumbs-up.
"Oh yes, Angel, my goodness, we didn't expect you to call back
so soon, thanks for calling us back. How are you?"
"Well, I ;" Mom shooting me a head shake side-to-side in a
gesture for me not mention my little rupture I had, I think
that's what she was trying to tell me "I'm a little tired of
course, but I'll be fine, whad' about you?"
"Oh we're fine too, thanks. Derrick and I really enjoyed the
pleasure of your company in our room, Angel."
I shot Mom a look of "hu?" and she shrugged her shoulders back
at me like "this is how they talk, they're Scottish."
"Uh, thank you. And thanks for calling. I wanted to call you and
Derrick back and didn't know how and Mom showed me the membership
directory and how to use it."
"Your Mom is very special."
"Yes, she is; is she there?"
"Yes she is; " Mom again shaking her head "no" at me to tell me
not to get her involved "but she's doing laundry and stuff, I can
get her if you want, but she's busy."
"No, that's fine, can we talk some Angel?" Mom shooting me
another thumbs up
"Sure, I'd like that. Is Derrick around, can he talk to metoo?"
"Abo-solutely. Deeerrrrricccckkkk!" yelled so loud to her
husband it hurt my ear, damn "pick up the extension, Derrick,
it's Angel!"
"Hi Angel"
"Hi Derrick"
"So, Angel, thanks for calling us back so promptly."
"Sure, Derrick. Uh, Derrick, Etta, I was going to call you
anyway if you hadn't called. I really enjoyed swinging with you
guys. You're neat, and I think are the nicest couple I met at the
whole social."
"Well, thank you Angel!" Etta replied.
"I don't mean to rush things, but this is new to me. Can I just
ask if we might meet soon, maybe I can come over soon?" Mom
shooting me a thumbs up at that remark.
"Yes, we'd love that, love to have you over anytime you wish,
for dinner and some fun; when would you like to come by?"
I hadn't even thought of that. Really hadn't thought of that.
Silence for a minute as I thought of it.
"I don't know; I'm sorry; this is all new to me" I replied
honestly and sheepishly.
"You are just thirteen, Angel, that's okay" he added "speaking
of that, we will need to talk with your Mom and get her okay
first."
"But she told me I could make my own decisions about this
stuff."
"And we're sure that you can, we're not doubting your word, it's
just that you are thirteen, and if you were our daughter, even we
gave you blanket permission to party with our friends, we would
as parents still appreciate the courtesy of being asked, so,
please Angel, can you get your Mom for us? We know she'll say
'yes' but we just want to show respect to her and you both by
asking first" he finished, Mom doing yet another thumbs up and
smiling at me.
"Derr', Edie, it's Kate, she is special isn't she, sure, she's
welcome to make her own plans with you, as long as you don't mind
picking her up and dropping her off."
"Of course, Kate; and will you be joining her too?"
"Not this time, Edie, maybe another time later; my dance card
stays pretty full" she laughed as they laughed with her from the
other end of the line.
"We understand, no problem. So, Ang', when would you like to
come over?"
"Uh, Edie" calling Etta by the pet name that Mom just called her
"what about Tuesday night?"
Silence for a sec then "uhhmmmm; Tuesday's no good for us; what
about this coming Thursday, say we pick you up at 6ish or so?"
"Yeah, that'd be neat. Anything I need to bring?"
"Will you be staying the night?"
"Hadn't thought about it, Derr'" also using his familiar with
him "Mom, do you care?"
"No Hon', you're a woman now, it's between you and them" she
replied from her cordless extension they hearing as well.
"We both have to be at work by 8AM so we have to leave here by a
little after 6AM, so we'd have to get you up early, around 5 or
5:30AM or so to get you home before we head out to work, one of
us would at least, would that be okay?"
Mom nodding her head "yes" to me "Sure guys, she's had her own
housekey for sometime now."
"Then we'll pick you up at 6PM Thursday night at your home,
Angel, and we three will spend the night together and have some
fun, sound good?"
"Yes, Edie, I'm really looking forward to it."
"We are too; we hate to run but we need to do errands and go
grocery shopping for the week; see you Thursday, Hon'."
"See you Thursday then Edie, Derr'." Then "click".
"You handled that perfectly, Darling."
"Thanks Mom."
"You'll be fine now. Anyone else who wants to ask me first
before you arrange to see them, just get me."
"Sure Mom."
As I said that another call came in and another message left on
the machine, then another not a minute later, and another not
five minutes after that. Mom was right. This was going to befun.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
I also called my girlfriend Betty who lives a few houses down
from me to ask if we could get together tomorrow, but her Dad
said she was already in bed. I told him I'd call back in the
morning and he said that was fine.
Betty and I had been best friends since first grade but over the
past year it seemed like we were less so, like we were drifting
apart some. We hadn't seen each other in two almost three weeks
and hadn't talked but once briefly on the phone and I wanted to
tell her all about the incredible sequence of events that had
just happened to me. Not that she would believe me, or all of it
at least, but she was my best friend and I wanted to share.
"Bet', whatcha doing today?" I asked the following morning, she
answering when I called at eight a.m.
"Oh, hi, Angel, not much, whatchyou doing today?"
"I'd like to see you if I can. Lotsa stuff has happened lately
and I want to tell you, you are my best friend after all."
"Sure, wanna come over? Good stuff, I hope."
"Yeah, good stuff. See ya' in five."
Betty lived in a smaller house than we did but her parents
definitely had more money than we did, her Dad being some sort of
bigwig with Wal-Mart and her Mom working for some state agency
doing something. He drove a new Lexus, she drove a Range Rover.
And she was lucky, no brothers or sisters to have to share
anything with, just her.
"Hey you" I hugged her with a nice hug as she let me in the
front door, catching her offguard a little, we not normally being
huggers much with each other.
"Wha, what was that for?" she asked as she hugged me back for a
second and then let go.
"Cause you're my best friend and I love you."
"Yeah, and I love you too Angel" she replied as we bopped up the
stairs to her room on the second floor "so you wanna tell me
what's been going on? Obviously something's changed."
"Yeah. You ain't gonna believe it. But you promise me you want
freak on me, you gotta keep your mouth shut, or I can't tell you.
Promise?"
"Yeah, promise. Now give."
I told her about playing spin the bottle with Shithead and
Squirt and getting caught by Mom which then lead to the four of
us fooling around and Mom and Aunt Susan and Uncle Sam doing a
sex-ed thing with us which then lead to me being allowed to a
Wednesday night "bridge party" which then lead to me being
allowed to go to the Raleigh Friends swinging social with Mom and
of course I told her the highlights of all of everything as best
I could. She just sat there slackjawed for more than a moment as
I finished up telling her about everything.
I literally waved my hand in front of her face as he gaze at me
became fixed and her eyes didn't move or blink for a moment.
"Bet', Betty, you okay?" my arm then lightly nudging her
shoulder to try to get some reaction from her.
"Uh, yeah, I just can't believe it."
"Can't believe what?"
"Can't believe all of what you told me."
"And why not?"
"Cause you're my best friend and best friends are supposed to
tell other best friends everything like this, as it happens, not
after it happens. Why didn't you tell me sooner?" a look of
near-sadness coming over her eyes.
"I'm sorry, I just have been so caught up in everything, it's
been like a whirlwind, I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I'll
tell you all the details as they happen, if that's what you want"
I whispered to her as I leaned in to her as we sat on the floor
in front of her bed as the teevee on the stand across from her
bed played some dumb morning show.
She hugged me tight, tighter than she ever had.
"I was going to tell you I caught my parents having sex last
week, but that doesn't come close to what you've been doing."
"It ain't a competition, Silly" I playfully responded as I
whispered to her and then for the first time ever but just doing
what I felt kissed her lightly on the lips. She looked stunned
for a second, then smiled at me and kissed me lightly back as our
hug continued.
"I know. So, you're a lesbo now, hu?"
"Nah, I ain't a lesbian, my boy-crazy best friend, but I have
learned that I enjoy women, men too, but women too."
"Is that what that kiss was for? You want me?" she replied with
giggly silliness but with a tone of near-seriousness in her
breath.
"Maybe. Maybe not. Maybe" I cooed back as we hugged again, this
time a little tighter.
"You know I told you about my fantasies about kissing another
girl last year and you told me you thought it was yucky, so I
didn't mention it again."
"Nope, you didn't."
"And now you tell me not only did you lose your virginity to JJ
and your Mom at the same time and didn't come tell me about like
we promised we would do whenever each of us lost ours but you've
also been not just kissing another girl but your Mom and brat
sister and lots of other women and doing them as well?"
"Uh-hu" I replied as our hug and kiss continued between the
words "yeah, and I said I'm sorry."
"Kiss me, Angel, kiss me."
I kissed my best friend as a lover, not a friend, my tongue
parting her lips, twirling hers around mine as Mom and my many
other recent women lovers had done mine. Betty sucked in breath
or two, deeply, as we kissed. Our hands began roaming over each
other's teeshirts, hers massaging my breasts through the fabric,
mine finding their way up inside her shirt to her smallish
braless puffy titties. Then, the teeshirts came off and we broke
our kiss for a second. We just looked at each other for another
second, smiling but slightly weirded out, both of us.
"It" just wasn't there, whatever "it" was, it just wasn't there.
Whatever we had as friends, "it" wasn't there. Still, I knew she
wanted to fool around some, probably. That would be cool.
"I'm sorry Angel, it was fun, but I didn't feel much of
anything" she lightly rubbing my nipples as I massaged her
breasts a little.
"Me neither, sorry too; still best friends?"
"Yeah."
"Yeah" our teeshirts going back on.
"Hey Ang', could we maybe fool around another time, though?"
"Yeah, sure, Bet', whenever you want. Just not right now, okay?
I'm feeling a little weirded out."
"Yeah, me too. Do you think Bobby would want to fuck me?"
Why on earth would she want to fuck my Shithead brother? Oh, no
matter, she was my best friend, and I know Bobby right now would
stick is little Vienna sausage wiener into any pussy he could.
"Yeah, he's gone crazy since that night, pesters me and Mom to
death, fucks Squirt all he can, Aunt Mags and all too, yeah I'm
sure he'd want to fuck you" she laughing at that as she scooted
closer to me and put her arm around me as a friend my best friend
more than a lover. Cool.
"Would you be there for me? Would you arrange things and be
there with me when he does, since you and he have already
fucked?"
"Of course, my best friend in this whole world, of course."
Mom dropped me off at Dr. Jenkins', Harold's, office about seven
a.m. or so as she headed off to work, me wearing one of my nicest
but definitely not my nicest shorts and top combo and no bra but
with panties. He and Karen, Mrs. Jenkins were in his office just
sitting in chairs making small talk as I found my way through the
unlocked front door into the maze of exam rooms and all in his
office to his actual office space. Both were wearing their usual
white coats and all and she had on a very nice pantsuit
underneath he in his usual nice slacks and dress shirt. Another
couple, both in the early to mid thirties, both also in white
coats were in his office but hadn't been talking to them when I
came in.
"Angel, this is Dr. & Dr. Preston and Erin Suddeth, they are
both doctors who work on staff in the Pediatric & Adolescent
Medicine section of UNC Hospital, they're the ones who'll be
giving you your tests this morning, okay?"
"Uh, sure" they both coming over to shake my hand as they made
noises about how happy they were to meet me and it was their
pleasure and yeah yeah yeah "these tests, you're sure they won't
hurt?"
"Yes, we promise" the lady Doc replied "no needles and no pain,
just some tests. Shall we begin?"
"Yeah, let's get this over with, Karen, I mean Mrs. Jenkins and
I are going shopping afterwards" all present except me lightly
laughing at that remark.
The first test was bore-ring. Just some written tests. One where
each question was something like "cup is to saucer like dog is
to:" and then there would be four possible choices like "leash",
"doghouse", "cat", "dog bed", silly shit like that. The next one
had questions like "I often feel alone and afraid" and "I'm
happiest when I'm with my parents" and "I find school to be
boring" and "I often think about dying" and then just true or
false choices for each.
Then came some sort of weird, really weird test. In a desk set
up in the receptionist area of the office, Dr. and Dr. Suddeth
had set up one of those combination VCR's on the desk and also on
top of the table was a laptop computer with some sort of small
blackbox device hooked to it, a box with five large buttons on
it, each button having a different color, going from left to
right white, yellow, blue, green, and red.
"Now Angel" Dr. Mrs. Suddeth explained "the TV is going to play
a series of images the next few minutes. As each image comes on,
you'll have about thirty seconds to look at. During those thirty
seconds, I want you to press a button on the control panel you
have in your hand. If the image is most pleasing to you, then
press the white button. If the image is pleasing but less so,
then press the yellow one, if it's okay but not really pleasing
press the blue one, if you don't like the image press the green
one, and if the image bothers you or you really hate it, press
the red button; most pleasing button is on the left, least
pleasing button is all the way to the right, understand?"
"Yes, Dr. Suddeth."
"Call me Erin, please."
"Yes, Erin, I think I understand."
The images didn't last thirty seconds, more like ten each but
that was okay. Just like some sort of totally weird Nintendo
game. An image of a puppy dog, then an image of a lady's purse,
then an image of some soldiers in combat somewhere, then an image
of a naked woman, then an image of a church, then an image of a
factory making something the machines going full steam, then an
image of a naked man, then someone changing a flat tire on their
car, then a couple making love, then an excerpt from a
Presidential news conference of Clinton's, then a clip of a
construction crew building a house, then some footage of some
naked children running around at a nudist camp, then back to
boring shit like a guy working on fixing a clock and a woman
vacuuming her floors and on and on for half hour or so. Didn't
know what to make of it, but glad it was through.
"Angel, Dr. and Dr. Suddeth want to give you a special physical
exam now, is that okay?"
"Sure, why wouldn't it be?"
In an exam room down the hall, the guy Dr. Suddeth sat on a
stool in front of me as I stood there clothed close in front of
him as his wife sat on another stool next to him and Harold and
Karen stood behind them near the doorway, watching.
"Angel, they know about what happened last weekend, know of the
'special relationship' you have with us, so anything they ask,
please comply."
"Sure" I replied as the lady doctor took some photos of me with
a small camera.
"Now Angel, we're going to do some things to you for your exam.
Please comply with all requests. If you ever feel uncomfortable
or especially if something we do upsets you, please tell us,
we'll stop immediately, promise, but if you can, please let us
complete the exam as we need to."
"Sure, whatever" he snapping on an exam glove as he scooted a
little closer to me.
I thought I have going to have get undressed and put on one of
those silly gowns but he didn't ask me to do that. Instead, he
worked his gloved hand down my shorts and past my panties and
found my pussy and worked a finger inside me. I was dry as a bone
but he managed to get it in anyway.
"Are you comfortable with this, Angel?" she, lady Doc, askedme.
"Sure, it's boring, but sure."
He didn't frig me at all, just left his finger inside me without
moving as she watched her watch for some reason. How fucking
boring. But I was going to get a nice shopping trip out of this
from Karen, Mrs. Jenkins, so no matter.
After three or four minutes his finger inside me, not moving at
all, did finally get me damp a bit.
"She's lubricated now, note the time" Erin making a note on a
piece of paper on an old-style clipboard "check her and confirm,
please" he pulling his finger out of me and she rolling her stool
over to slip a gloved finger inside me as well.
"We're going to play with your breasts some now, if that's
okay."
"Sure, Erin."
She unbuttoned my top but left it on it staying tucked inside my
shorts and began massaging my breasts some, more like a doctor
than a lover. Still, it felt nice. Then Preston, Mr. Doc, took
over and more squeezed and mashed than massaged but that was
okay, it was feeling nice, he also tweaking and pulling my
nipples to make them erect she making a note of that and taking
some close-up photos of my breasts and nipples. Then they both
stuck another finger again inside my pussy to see how much extra
I had become wet.
"Lubrication index around what, seven-five to eight?" he asked
her as they looked at the chart and she made some notes.
"Yeah, let's call it eight-even."
Putting the clipboard down, they both slid over to me as I stood
before them still.
"Angel, please remove your clothing, turn around and face the
exam table; please stand facing away and with your arms extended
place your palms on the edge of the table, please."
"No shots now?"
"No, no shots, we promise" she replied as they both gently
laughed and I did kinda too.
I could hear her take more photos behind me as I extended my
arms to either side and lightly held onto the edge of the table
as best I could the mattress thick and the sheet slick on it not
making for a good gripping surface.
One finger then two now from which one I wasn't sure but no
matter now frigged me with a regular speed, I wiggling my butt to
get more comfortable as I stood naked next to the exam table.
Then three fingers inside me albeit covered in latex working me,
nice. I wanted to come, but they whichever one they was stopped
for a moment, hearing them snap another glove on and then I felt
the cold cool of a lubricated finger probe my ass.
"Any pain, Angel?" Erin asked.
"Uh-uh, none at all."
"Good. Turn around now, please."
I stood before them, my back to the exam table, as they both
continued to touch my breasts and feel my arms and legs and touch
my face and belly and all over and then had me turn around as
they examined my back and butt and back of my legs their hands
touching me all over their touch light their hands massaging and
working me all over. Felt different but nice.
"Up on the table, please Angel, and feet in the stirrups."
She gave me a proper breast exam for lumps and such as I laid
there as he gave me a pelvic exam, both looking inside me as did
Harold and Karen as well, all examining my pussy, touching it,
seemingly playing with it, definitely playing with clit a lot,
rubbing and massaging it, checking my pussy for dampness more,
giving me another anal exam with gloved finger, more and more
stuff.
"You were very cooperative, Angel, I, we appreciate it."
"Thank you Erin, it wasn't bad at all. Is that it?"
"Uh, no. Couple more things. We want to take some photos of you,
more detailed photos, and then we want you to do the test again
where you press the buttons on the device while watching the
teeveee. Is that okay?"
"Sure." I could feel a big "but" coming on.
"Good. Also, did you have an orgasm while we were examining
you?"
There was the "but" coming on.
"Uh, no, I didn't. Is that important? You didn't tell me you
wanted me to."
"No, it's okay, Hon'" she touching my arm as I sat naked on the
edge of the exam table in front of her "it's just that to
complete the exam, to get an index reference for our research,
you need to have an orgasm before doing the other test again.
Will that a problem?"
"Oh, no problem. Want to help me have an orgasm, Erin?"
"No, that would inappropriate, Angel, but thank you for asking
all the same" she smiling sincerely not sarcastically "can you
masturbate yourself to an orgasm for us?"
"Sure, no problem" I laying back on the exam table to begin to
play with myself.
"Thank you."
"I could orgasm more if I had some help. Would you care if Karen
or Harold helped me?"
"Not at all, we just can't touch you that way."
Karen came over from her standing perch next to Harold near the
doorway they having watched everything and began kissing me and
frigging me easy as she moved down to my nipple to suck on it
some before moving back up to kiss me as Harold now stood at the
end of the exam table and whipped out his now-erect cock and just
shoved it inside me his cock taking the place of Karen's hand her
hand now up at my clit rubbing it some more as she and I
continued our very passionate kiss. I wanted to come, and I came
before Harold, letting him continue on another five minutes until
he came as well, he fucking me with his clothes still one from
the foot of the exam table, the Suddeth's watching intently as
the happy proceedings took place.
Staying naked, we all went down to a locked room used for
storage mainly where a tall screen seamless backdrop had been set
up. As I stood in front of it and slowly turned around Erin took
a whole big bunch of photos of me. And after that, got dressed
and the silly looking at teevee and mashing buttons exam again.
As I finished the last exam up Harold and Karen talked in hushed
tons to the Suddeths a few feet away from me at the entrance to
the hallway.
"All finished? Good. Angel, I want to ask you something, a
personal question, may I?"
"Sure."
"Do you find my husband and I attractive, physically, I mean . .
."
"I know what you mean, Erin, and sure, I guess so."
"Can we call you then, see you as special friends one night
soon?"
"I dunno, Erin, about soon I mean, but yeah, maybe."
"Here's my card and one from Preston too" her card showing the
UNC Hospital logo with her name and title "Pediatric & Adolescent
Psychiatry" and her husband's also similar with his title
"Adolescent Medical Research" well not actual title-titles but
the departments they worked for but you know what I mean, she
also scribbling their home phone number in Chapel Hill on the
back of each card "please give us a call, we'd love to party with
you one night."
"Yeah, I'd like that too, Erin" she and husband both now giving
me a hug as Karen and Harold pitched in the take their equipment
back out to their car, a typical old Dodge Caravan minivan, I
helping also what little bit I could taking a bag of cameras out
with me they waving to me smiling as they drove off.
"Ready for your shopping trip, Angel?"
"Uh-hu, been ready" Karen smiling as she put her arm around my
shoulder and Harold walked back inside to begin his workday the
receptionist and first couple of patients now in the waiting room
he blowing me a kiss for some odd reason as he closed the front
door behind him, she and I going over to her old Lexus and
heading out Edwards Mill Road towards Crabtree Valley Mall.
Our first stop was Ronson's. I had never been to Ronson's. I
knew Mom could have never afforded to buy anything there.
A sales clerk who knew Karen well greeted us and escorted us
back to a private room.
"And this is your special friend, Mrs. Jenkins?" the clerk
asked.
"Yes, Angela, uhmm, this is Angel."
"Please to make your acquaintance, Angel" she extending her
hand, me shaking it.
"Same here" I replied.
"I'd like for her to have, oh, about six new outfits today, and
some new lingerie as well."
"Certainly. Let me take some measurements first" she running a
cloth tape around my chest, my boobs, getting my height, my arm
length, my crotch length, my waist, all sorts of places all over
me "I'll be right back."
With two other clerks in tow, she came back with stack after
stack of nice new blouses, slacks, shorts, knit tops, more.
Couldn't believe it. Was being waited on hand-and-foot as Karen
watched the proceedings.
Helping me, Karen and I decided on a four new pairs of
semi-dress semi-casual slacks, two pairs of nice shorts, three
short-sleeve knit tops and five blouses of different styles, a
couple of print patterns and the rest solid color ones.
"You can mix and match these lots of different ways" Karen
explained.
"Yes, I know" I wasn't a total idiot you know, had been dressing
myself since I was a kid but didn't get sarcastic with her, she
was being so nice to me.
And then came the underwear. Karen insisted on getting me seven
new matched sets of bras and panties in seven different colors. I
told her that was way too much but she insisted. Nice ones, all
similar but not exactly the same, nice lace trimmed. I tried a
couple of the sets on, the clerks in the private dressing room
watching but what the hey as the new underwear felt just
wonderful.
"Thanks Karen, for everything."
"You're welcome my darling, I'm happy to do it" as we openly
kissed a real kiss in front of the store clerks as they
re-wrapped and re-packaged all the stuff and put it all into
large paper shopping bags with large thin handles with the
"Ronson's" logo clearly printed on the bags. Neat. Karen paid for
it all and we made our way down the mall to a couple of shoe
shops where she bought me two new pair of Nikes and four new pair
of dress shoes, I insisting it was too much but she equally
insisting it wasn't. I mean, I never had worn a pair of dress
shoes in my life.
"We need to run on if we're going to make the tee time" she
spoke absentmindedly as the weight of all in all the bags weighed
us down as we drug the bags full of all my nice new stuff back to
her car.
Harold was already at the cart stand standing beside one
gorgeous chunk of manhood, "Freddy", Alfredo Canaro, as Karen and
I made our way from the pro shop she also having bought me a pair
of nice new golf shoes I absolutely insisting that she didn't but
she paid me no mind at all and also buying me a golf glove even
though I wasn't going to play today she promising me golf lessons
soon and a golf hat too.
"Freddy, this is 'Angel', Amy Green, Angel, this is 'Freddy',
Alfredo Canaro, your date for today" pleasantries being exchanged
and hands being shook "you girls already had lunch?"
"Uh, no we hadn't, we were too busy shopping, forgot" Karen
replied to her husband.
"I know Angel here is probably hungry, we only had a small snack
earlier, let's see if I can get another tee time."
"Remember Angel has to be home later, Dear."
"I know, be right back."
Freddy and I sat in the cart next to each other in the back as
Karen sat in the front, three set of clubs next to us behind us.
"Can't get another tee time until after four. Are you really
hungry Angel, Freddy?" we both shaking our heads "no", "well,
that's good, we need to go ahead and begin, let me get the range
marshall over to sign us out."
Watching them hit that stupid little white ball over and over
again was boring, except when Freddy would swing and that cute
behind would twist and move with his swing, yeah. He and I made
smalltalk in the front seat as Harold let me drive and Freddy sat
next to me and they sat in the back. I knew they were playing
"matchmaker" but that was okay, Freddy was that cute and that
nice too.
His Mom and Dad were friends with the Jenkins'. I asked him
bluntly if his parents were swingers, if that was how they knew
Harold and Karen. He said that his parents had been swingers
years back and that's how they met them but had gotten out of
swinging but had remained friends with them. His dad was an
attorney, his mom a stay-at-home mom who used to teach. He had
one sister about my age, but no other siblings. He liked sports
especially soccer. He wrote poetry and played the piano and
guitar. He made up a poem for me on the spot.
"Angels do not reside just in heaven
or somewhere amongst the clouds
but live among us mortals here on earth
because they love us, and aren't proud
Being selfless in their love
sometimes their beauty matches also
the warmth that is in their hearts"
I looked deep into his eyes as he recited me this poem he had
just made up for me on the spot as I puttered the cart along the
gravel path to the tenth hole tee. He looked at me equally as
deep. Stopping the cart, I leaned over to kiss him. He kissed me
back. And back and back again. We embraced for a moment as Harold
eventually fussed at him to come do his tee shot, that they're
would be more time for that later.
We made our way through the rest of the holes, he sitting as
close to me as possible as he kept his hand on my bare knee. I
didn't mind. I liked it. We would kiss for a moment or two when
stopped, he'd play, and as I watched next to him we'd embrace and
kiss some more.
I dunno. I didn't want to feel what I felt. He was a great guy
and all that, but I didn't want those feelings. I had just
discovered swinging and was enjoying it, a lot. But it felt like
love.
Finishing our round it was close to three p.m. Had lunch in the
clubhouse dining room, me having some sort of chicken dish and it
being so close to din-din time the Jenkins having a fish dish of
some sort and Freddy enjoying a steak.
He and I sat next to each other at the squarish table and
swapped little kisses as we ate, Harold and Karen smiling at us
as we did.
Finishing up, Karen said "let's go back to the locker room
areas, guys, and change, we need to change."
In the lady's locker room, Karen and I changed back into
non-golf clothes and chatted a bit.
"You really like Freddy don't you?"
"Uh-hu, he's very nice."
"I thought you two would be a match."
"Yeah, I'd fuck him right now if I could."
"They might could be arranged."
"Hu?" me knowing that this a country club and not a hotel.
"Yeah, there's a couple of rooms upstairs where members can
sleep it off when they've had too much to drink and such. Let me
go see if one is available now, if you want. What time does your
Mom want you home?"
"You know that she lets me decide now."
"Oh, yeah, that's right. Would you like to have some privacy
with Freddy?"
"Yeah, if he'd like."
"Let me go see, stay here, I'll be right back with a key if I
can."
"Thanks Karen, you're wonderful."
"Sure thing Ang'" she and I hugging for a second before she
left, returning in a couple with a key.
Freddy and Harold were waiting for us at the bar off the main
dining area, he watching the Golf Channel with Harold and sipping
a Coke. No point being shy, I'm not shy. I took him off to one
side and asked him point blank if he'd like to go up to one of
the member guest rooms and party a little. His eyes lit up like
he'd won the lottery, then embraced and kissed me deeply. That
was my answer, all I needed.
He kept raving about my beauty as we stripped in the warmth of
the upstairs room over the pro shop the window in the room
overlooking the first tee from above. I smiled at him. We laid on
the bed and made out like crazy. His cock was so hard. His hand
found my pussy still a little damp from this morning and worked
it some. My mouth found his cock and sucked him even harder.
"Can I fuck you, Angel, please?"
Jeez, what a moron, ohhpsss, what a nice guy, he was just
sixteen, and what experience I had was with older men.
"Yeah, you can fuck me, fuck me all you want, fuck that pussy of
mine all you want."
He fished a condom out of his wallet and I rolled it on his
member myself, making a show of it, as he then crawled atop me as
I lay flat underneath him. His eyes were so gorgeous as we just
stared at each other as we fucked.
"Harder, Baby, harder" I urged him on "faster, Freddy, faster"
he complying as best he could.
Then, an accident. Oh well, he was just sixteen. Oh well.
"Sorry Angel, I didn't mean to come, I really didn't, sorry."
"That's okay" I smiling at him as I pulled him to me to hug him
close and comfort his embarrassment.
"I'm sorry. I really am."
"It's okay, really."
I was being sincere but he didn't believe me. He was special to
me. Pangs of what could be love were still being felt. But I did
want and need more sex.
"I'm sorry."
"Quit saying you're sorry. Look, we'll see each other again, you
are special, and we'll fuck again, promise."
"Really?!? Promise?!?"
"Yeah, really, promise. C'mere" my mouth finding his now
shrunken-member sucking on it some for a moment to show him how
sincere I was.
"Ahhhh, nice. Thanks Angel."
"Sure" I replied as I stopped and held him close to me on the
bed once more.
"You are special, as special as they said you would be."
"Thanks. But I am horny still, Freddy. I need my comes. Ever
swung before?"
"Uh, no?"
"Would you mind getting Karen and Harold downstairs from the
bar? Ask them to come up? You wouldn't mind if the four of us
swung together, would you?"
He looked at me a little sternly but sweetly for a moment, then
kissed me once more as his hands gently mauled my breasts.
"I guess, I guess not, I mean, yeah, I guess that would be
alright. You're only the fourth girl I've ever been with, Angel.
I didn't mean to come quick like that."
"I know you didn't. And I really do like you, Freddy, do want us
to see each other again."
"You mean that?" his face beaming even more now at my words.
"Yeah, I mean that" I smiling back and kissing him as my hand
played with his still-limp cock as we scooted up and sat next to
each other naked on the bed.
"Wow, you are special. I'd like that. Sure, I'll swing with Mr.
and Mrs. Jenkins, as long as I don't have to fool around with Mr.
Jenkins."
"I don't think that'll be a problem, he's not into guys."
"Then, sure, yeah."
"Great, go get them, ask them to come up."
"Okay."
Karen and I did a nice scene together just so Freddy could
watch, he only have seen two women together before in porno
flicks. We didn't have any toys to play with but that was okay,
our tongues and hands were enough to get both our guys excited,
Freddy now being hard once more as he watched us from a chair
near the bed and Harold joined us on the bed but didn't join in
the action.
"C'mere, Freddy, time for your treat" he looking like the cat
that had just won the canary lottery.
Sitting on the bed as he stood in front of us, she and I gave
him his first double suck, she out of politeness more than
anything. His eyes rolled back into his head and his breathing
got very shallow and irregular as our mouthwork of his cock
continued, he reaching to play with a boob on each of us as we
continued.
"Jesus, Angel, Mrs. Jenkins, Jesus!"
Karen and I just smiled at each other as we kissed through our
cock sandwich.
"Fuck us both, Freddy" I whispered he getting his eyes back to
glance at Harold with a "may I?" look Harold nodding silently
"yes" back to him.
With Karen on her back I crawled atop her, presenting my pussy
to Freddy, our pussies to him. He was certainly hard enough to
the task.
As she and I kissed and played with each other's boobs some,
Freddy would fuck me a little then knell further down a little to
fuck Karen some and then back to me and then to Karen and then
back to me. Then he slipped a little and it went in my ass.
"Ohpps, sorry, Angel" he pulling it out once he realized he was
in my ass and not my pussy.
"Oh no, leave it there, put it back in, now!" I barked.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I'm sure, put it back in my ass."
His sixteen year-old cock was harder than a rock and smoother
than silk. I loved fucking Harold and older men but their cocks
seldom got as hard as what I felt Freddy's feel like then. Wow.
Nice. Yeah, I definitely wanted him to be my boyfriend, with a
cock like that, a cock made not of stone but of rock-hard flesh.
"Okay then" as he rammed it back in and just started pumping
away hard as he could. I knew he'd probably come quick again but
didn't care. How truly wonderful it felt in my ass.
"Harder, Freddy; fuck me as hard, harder I said, hard as you
want in my ass, Oh Yeah!"
He grabbed my waist and pulled me tighter to his embrace he on
his knees me still atop Karen as Harold now shoved his cock near
our faces for a double suck of his own from us as Freddy just let
go and flayed away, his cock feeling like it was almost tickling
my tonsils. Nice. Very nice indeed.
And then, a mass of twitching going on inside my ass that I had
never quite felt before, like his cock was somehow corckscrewing
inside me. Nice.
"Oh, Angel, that was beyond wonderful, Baby, wow!" he collapsing
on the bed behind us as Karen and I worked on Harold's cock for a
short while she and I moving to rise and sit and suck him better
as Freddy now with a possum-grin on his face watched us from the
foot of the bed, Harold shooting his come all over our faces
Karen licking my face clean of it as we all just were happy.
Happy. Yeah, happy. That's what swinging in the short time I had
been in it was becoming to mean to me. Me being happy, nothing
more and nothing less.
Karen and I in the middle the guys on either side, my Freddy
being to the side and behind me, Harold the same with Karen, we
four just cuddled a while tight together on the narrowish but
large bed we four filling out the available space.
A clock on the wall read five to six. I didn't have a particular
time I needed to be home, but it seemed like the perfect moment
to call it a day.
I twisted around to face Freddy and kiss him once more as Harold
and Karen took my hint and got up to get dressed.
"I had a wonderful time today, Freddy, and would love to see you
again."
"Me too, Angel. Thanks for showing me what swinging's about,
too."
"Sure. Did you like it?" my arms holding him close as we lay
together naked on the bed as Harold gave me a "hurry up, we want
to leave soon" look from across the room as he and Karen finished
dressing before the full-length mirror over the dresser.
"Yeah, I really did. I would like to spend some time alone with
you, Angel, if that's possible . . . "
"Yeah, we could do that, I'd like that."
" . . . but yeah, I liked swinging. Have any other friends
besides them" nodding in the direction of Harold and Karen "not
that I don't like them, I do, but they're my parents old swinging
friends and it was kinda weird being with them, have any other
friend we could swing with?"
"Yeah, I've got lots of them, sure" me breaking my embrace enough
to scoot towards the edge of the bed to start to get dressed he
also taking the hint getting up off the bed with me but not
before giving some playful gropes of my tits and pussy. Yeah, he
was perfect.
"Cool. Here, here's my number" he scribbling his number on a
small writing pad with the country club's logo on it "can I have
your number, Angel, please?"
"Of course" I doing the same after he handed me the pen.
We smiled at each other as we helped each other dress. Harold
pointed to his wristwatch as he stood impatiently near the door.
Out in the parking lot Freddy and I kissed for a moment next to
his new Toyota truck, Karen motioning me to hurry up from her
Lexus nearby as Harold peeled out of the parking lot ahead of her
in his, his impatience finally getting the better of him.
"See you soon?"
"Anytime, Angel, just call me."
"I will."
In the car going back to my house I thanks Karen several times
and asked her to apologize to Harold for me, I didn't mean to
make things that late.
"Not a problem, Angel. And you as wonderful as always today, by
the way."
"Thanks Karen, that's nice of you to say."
"I mean every word, Angel, you truly are very special, to Harold
and I both."
"And you're both special to me, too" I pecking her on the cheek
as she drove closer to my neighborhood and copped a quick playful
grope of her she shooting me a slightly dirty look of "not while
I'm driving".
"Would you like to come over one night soon? I know Cyn' would
love to see you again."
"But you and Harold don't swing with her."
"No, Angel, we don't, but you swing with us three and we three
you. How about it?"
"I, I'll have to think about it. If you three guys swung
together, it would be better, better for all of us."
"But we don't do that."
"I know. Maybe you and Harold one night, without Cyn' being
there. How's that?"
"Sure, but I know Cynthia would be disappointed if she wasn't
invited."
"She and I can see each other some other time. Maybe she and I
and my Mom."
"Perhaps. But you will see Harold and myself sometime?"
"Yeah, sure."
"You're a good girl, Angel, a very good girl" as she pulled her
car into my driveway.
"Yes I am, yes I am" I chirped back as I made way out of her
Lexus and back inside home, yes, home, home where my special Mom
the best of all times waited for me to come, to come home.
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