His Angel was dressed again and so was he. So close dammit. He'd been so close! The feeling in his body when she almost went all the way dominated his mind. Half of his muscles tensed and the other half relaxed all at the same time and then she slid down and reality became blurry. He felt like he was about to die when she lifted back up again and that was from an inch, an inch and a half tops. And it had been after she'd sucked him off to the most intense orgasm he'd ever experienced. If anyone, anything, else had blown him like that, it would have left him sated for a week, but Angel left him hungrier.
He'd been so close to answering the hunger, though he suspected even sex would have left him aching for more, and now he was jammed in the window seat over the wheel well crunched up into a little ball because he had absolutely no leg room. The library was six stops back, his parents were going to kill him, and it was worth it. Angel had snuggled up against him, her head on his shoulder. She felt good there. She felt right. She was his Angel, perfect like light, love and passion all in one ethereal package.
Her head moved; her lips ran up his neck, his jaw. Her tongue orbited his earlobe. She kissed. He felt her breathe, the start of her gossamer voice pumping raw and direct into his ear. "Pull the cord."
His arm might as well have been hers. It reached up and pulled the cable, signalling a stop at the Greyhound Terminal. They were going to get married. He didn't even know her name and he didn't think she knew his, but when she jumped to her feet and glided to the front of the bus he knew it didn't matter. He would follow because he'd never get tired of just watching her, just being with her.
"You might as well do it kid," said a voice behind him. "I don't think you'll do any better."
Gary turned he head and tried to look at Angel and the guy talking to him. Failing that, he took a quick look behind him, he was blocking some guy trying to get off the bus, then went back to watching Angel, but she had stepped off the bus and out of sight.
Gary shot to the front of the bus, the chuckling guy lagging behind him, and raced to catch up with Angel. He stopped outside the bus, stunned at the sight of her again, as she walked across the parking lot to the station. Watching her move, the perfect body swaying, the blond hair swishing and spraying light, his brain filled in what she must look like from the front. The guy on the bus was right; he'd never be able to do better. He ran to overtake her and get the door.
"Thaaaank you," she said and rewarded him with a molten kiss. A kiss that actually deepened and impossibly got hotter as her arms tightened around his neck. One of his hands had the door, but the other found the small of her back and she melted into him. She felt like pure heaven in his arms. It pained him to think of letting go, but they were blocking the door again.
Gary broke the kiss to let a grinning man through. A man? It was the same guy, the guy from the bus. The guy who'd run to catch the bus at the stop where Gary had met and fallen in love with Angel. He'd been there from the beginning. A chill ran through Gary.
What if, he thought. What if this was a scam or a trap? What if they were a team and going to rob him or kidnap him, rape him and sell him into slavery? The he looked at Angel again. No, no way a girl like her would have to mess around with something like rape and slavery. Then he remembered what happened to him as her pussy closed over the tip of his cock. The warm shockwave rolled from his memory out through his body and back up to his brain, hitting it like a hammer. Slavery would be worth it if it followed even one "rape". Angel's lips brushed his again and her tongue eased his mouth open. Slavery would be a good trade for a moment with his Angel.
They separated with a wet noise, and a protest from Gary. Her eyes glistened and her lipstick was smudged. She laughed softly and took his hand, dragging him in a half run to the ticket booth. They stood behind the man from the bus and Gary had the eerie feeling again. Angel's grip tightened on his hand.
"There! That one." Gary followed her arm, over the purse, across the hand and through the air to the schedule board. Vegas. 8:50PM.
"Vegas?"
"I always wanted to get married in Vegas with a big ceremony, a beautiful dress, all my friends and family . . ." She paused abruptly, Gary could see her thinking, then she dug through her purse for money and started counting.
"I've got forty bucks. What've you got?"
"Ten and some bus tokens," replied Gary, ashamed.
"Anything in the bank you can get?"
Another chill, fortunately his reply was the truth. "Not really. All my money goes into a car my brother and I are restoring."
"Shoot. I'll have to put it on mom's credit card. So much for the dress I was going to buy this afternoon." Gary went weak in the knees. He almost stumbled. Joy raced through him because it wasn't some sort of weird scam. She did want him.
"Angel, it's 3:30 now, five and a half hours before the . . ." She was giggling frantically.
"You. You called me Angel. Tha-that was sooo sweet." She was blushing. The girl who blew him at a bus stop and who just about screwed him on a bus was blushing at being called Angel. She thought it was sweet. Her purse thumped him in the back as her arms locked around him. She looked him in the eye.
"Why Angel?"
"I-I-I don't know what else to call you," Gary stammered out. "I don't know your name. I don't know anything about you, except you are my Angel."
She pressed in close, especially close to the banana he'd had in his pants almost continuously since meeting her. Her tongue touched her lower lip. Her eyes shone. "Call me Angel again."
"Ange--" Her tongue was in his mouth; her body was practically one with his. Her hips made a delightful rocking motion.
And she moaned.
"Next," called an impatient voice.
Angel sighed and leaned against him as he said, "Vegas?"
"$172 per person, one way."
Gary was floored. "That's like seven hundred bucks! I don't think we can affo--" Angel silenced him with a kiss.
"We'll be back later," Angel said with complete assurance. No doubt at all they were going to get married. In Vegas.
As they walked away from the ticket seller, Angel snagged a brochure and pressed up against his side. Gary felt like he was going nuts, but his arm automatically slid around her hip. They were aimlessly drifting as Angel read and Gary nattered. "We could take transit to the airport and fly for less than that. And we wouldn't be sitting on the bus all day."
"One day sixteen hours and about thirty minutes." She poked him in the ribs with the brochure. "We probably make a stop over somewhere, but I'm not sure. I don't like idea much either. I don't want to wait long. I'll go nuts."
"You'll go nuts? Angel," Mmmmwha! "Uh, thank you. I-I went nuts when you did what you did at the bus stop."
"I just wanted to get your attention. You kept ignoring me."
"Ignor . . .? I didn't want to get caught staring!"
She stopped just inside the bus terminal, grinned, and handed him her purse. Then she crossed her arms over, hooked her fingers under her sweater, and pulled up. The shirt she wore underneath clung to the sweater as far as the bottom of her bra giving him a tantalizing glimpse before the tee-shirt dropped back down, leaving only a narrow band of skin between the low jeans and the bottom of the shirt exposed. She lifted the sweater up and over her head, bunched it up into a ball and traded it to Gary for her purse.
"Stare all you want." She pulled the tee's neckline forward to show off more cleavage. She caught his eyes and dragged them away from the displayed breasts. "I have more. Bathroom break. C'mon."
Angel grabbed his hand and pulled him the first few steps while he caught up. The leaned up against the men's room door, pulled Gary into a very close embrace, and then pulled him through the door.
"I used to have this fantasy about making out in the washrooms at school," she whispered, lips almost on his. "Never really had the guts to try it out though, but, after the way you've been teasing me all afternoon, I don't care anymore."
"Teasing you?" Gary muttered around her lips. She pulled back.
"Teasing me. You think you can just keep me in suspense with kisses and feeling me up every chance you get? Figure you'll just get me so horny I'll have to screw? Nuh huh." She slipped her jeans down again, peeling the clinging denim coating off of her perfect legs and sliding them out of the way. On the bus her panties were merely damp, now, about half of a tortured hour later, they looked soaked through. They left a streak when Angel stepped out of them and pushed them aside. She hopped up and sat between two sinks and spread her legs wide.
"I blew you earlier because I'd been teasing you." Her voice dropped into a husky whisper. "Now it's your turn."
"Here?"
"I did it on a busy street. You can do it in an empty bathroom. Not all fair, really, but I'll take what I can get right now. We'll even up after we get married."
Gary blinked. Well, no one can say I didn't try. He leaned in and put his hands on her thighs on either side of her, uhm, pussy so he could peel the folds open and get a better look at what he was supposed to do. Then he did it.
She immediately drew in a sharp breath and twitched, pushing into him.
It couldn't be this easy. No way. Like a memory. Like he'd done this before and knew what to do and where and when. She'd squirm like so, so he'd blow softly. She'd gasp and he'd respond by massage lightly with his thumbs. She'd buck her hips and he'd kiss or lick, depending on how she bucked. He couldn't see much, but, from the way she was moving, she couldn't decide how to sit, what to do with her hands or whether she should crush his head between her thighs or spread amazingly wide. The only constant was the undulations pressing her leaking mound into his face. She got so frantic he had to stop using his hands to stroke her and use them to hold her steady.
She writhed against him, crying out and occasionally grunting when a cry collided with a moan or gasp. Her legs quivering around his head and her hands locked in his hair. She would arch, push back against the mirror and quickly she wasn't sitting on the counter, she was leaned up against it until her legs went jelly. Gary eased her down on top of him so she was kneeling on the ground over his head, twisting and shaking. It was better than anything this side of the blow job and the almost sex on the bus.
Gary's only outstanding wish was that he could see it. See her face as he brought her off. See her eyes light up with stars like in the books he'd periodically borrow from his mom's room when she was out. Seeing Angel go off because of what he was doing, with a little help from something, would be beautiful. Almost as perfect as Angel herself.
It was amazing. Even more amazing no one walked in.
It was about as likely as a girl claiming virginity who gave perfect blowjobs. Angel had done earlier. Maybe they really were made for each other and Angel could see it better than he could or maybe something really weird was happening. Whatever the cause, he would never forget the scream she made as Angel flopped over. Instead he did try to forget her gushing all over his mouth as she came. That was kind of gross.
Gary rolled the gasping and still softly undulating Angel onto her back and wondered what to do next. Listening to her sighs as she breathed and drinking in her body with his eyes was a pretty attractive option, but he couldn't get away with it for long. She was beautiful, her face flushed, her eyes wide and staring at nothing. He was certain her nipples were poking out through her shirt and bra. Perfect legs joined at the lightly furred region he had just been introduced to so intimately. She was brilliance, his Angel. The only fault in her loveliness being the red knees and the crisscross pattern running down her shins and calves from pressing into the tiles.
He was kissing the markings away and dreaming of taking her now, she couldn't say no, not after that, when a thump on the wall that snapped him back to reality.
"Uhm, Angel?"
"Mmmmm?"
"Uh, what next."
"Do it again."
"Can't Angel. Someone'll walk in."
"Don't care."
"Oki," Gary kissed her on the cheek and whispered in her ear. "But remember: You are the most beautiful woman in the world and you're lying half naked on the men's room floor in a bus terminal."
That got her attention. Her eyes gained some focus and Angel was back on slightly shaky feet again a few moments later. She and Gary washed up and Gary popped his head outside for a look while she pulled her pants back on. Sitting on a bench to the right of the washroom was the guy from the bus.
"Hey, ah, you two done in there? Uh, you've got a bit of toilette paper. . .." He tapped the side of his ear and Gary instinctively rubbed. "Yeah, that's got it."
"Thanks. Uhm, you aren't following us are you?"
"Hah. Looks like it doesn't it? Nah. Just have some time to kill. Could you hurry her up? I really gotta go."
"Sh-sure. Angel?" Gary let the door close.