Message-ID: <7025eli$9801051728@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: screwtape@hell.gov (F. Scott Fitsnicely) Subject: My So-Called Sex Life, Part 1 (mf, f) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34b045cf.2881625@news.ntr.net> Want more? :) This is a work of fan fiction, based on characters and situations created by Winnie Holzman. -------------------------------- "So, like...everything's cool?" Jordan's words brought Angela out of her warm haze. She'd been that way most of the concert...it had been a perfect evening! Their misunderstanding that had ended the previous school year seemed to have never happened. Jordan's sweet letter--had Brian Krakow really written it for him? She wasn't sure she cared. At first, Angela didn't know why she'd agreed to see Jordan Catalano again. But he'd been so...distant. His unavailability fascinated her. Soundgarden was also a powerful motivator; they'd been sold out for weeks. And Jordan had changed so much. He seemed embarrassed about his night with Rayanne...he'd known it was a mistake. He'd practically begged Angela for another chance. And so far Jordan had been true to his word. He'd been a perfect gentleman all through the show, talking pleasantly about music, parties and his plans to join the Marines after high school. And the old chemistry seemed to be coming back. As they'd talked and enjoyed the concert, he'd gradually warmed up. He held her hand, right there in public! It was just so cool to be seen with him...but she didn't know why. Now, as Jordan slipped an arm around her in the front seat of his red convertible, Angela felt all those old contradictions coming back. The "good girl" voice in her head, the one she usually listened to, reminded her that Jordan had treated her like shit in front of his cool friends, but that he'd had different ideas the last time they were in his car. And he'd made that pitiful dweeb Brian Krakow write a love letter to her and sign Jordan's name to it. But when she was with Jordan Catalano, there was that *other* voice. The one she always pictured as being from Rayanne. The one that reminded her how incredibly sexy Jordan was. The arrogant way he took control. The heat of his kisses. That voice told her, "Go for it!" Angela knew she had to answer. "Jordan...it's cool." "I thought it might." Jordan smiled, that smile she couldn't resist. "It's just so...like, euphoric to be here with you again!" "It's like all that shit never happened...uh...what's yooforick mean?" "Like, don't talk..." Angela leaned forward to kiss him. Their tongues met and the Good Girl voice was silenced. Jordan reached around her and turned on the radio. "...swim out past the breakers, watch the world die..." Jordan ran his fingers through Angela's fiery red hair. She was in another world. Their kisses deepened. Angela felt a sweet narcosis as Jordan moved to her neck, seeming to find sensitive places she didn't know she had. She tried to return the caresses but his strong hands pinned her to the seat. "She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly..." Angela felt her nipples harden beneath the top. Jordan noticed it too. Excited now, he ventured a hand over Angela's soft little breasts. To his surprise she didn't stop him this time. Angela melted into his arms, letting him lead. Jordan got a hand under the top, felt the warmth of her skin and the hard nipples beneath her bra. He may not excel in school, but one thing Jordan knew was how to undo a bra. His hand found the front catch and Angela's breasts were his. "Taste me, my friend..." Angela was surprised to find her breasts bare. But Jordan quickly went to work, caressing a hard nipple. Her whole body tingled and she gasped. The Rayanne in her head said, If not now then when, girl? "Never had to knock on wood..." Jordan had undone his jeans. So very gently, he guided Angela's hand. Angela surprised herself with her eagerness, taking Jordan's hard shaft in her delicate fingers. She caressed him, the way Rayanne had talked about. The head felt so smooth, the shaft so hard and warm. Jordan sighed and pulled her closer. "I want to blow you...away..." Now Jordan took control. He eased Angela's head downward. Angela didn't mind. This was, after all, what she'd wanted. And she knew Jordan would give her such pleasure afterwards, the pleasure she'd been missing. Angela felt an insistent throbbing between her legs as she eased her mouth onto Jordan's cock. Her tongue closed on the shaft and Jordan moaned. His hands ran through her hair, holding her steady. Angela ran her tongue along Jordan's cock (again thanking Rayanne silently). Jordan began to thrust gently into her mouth. Angela could feel her hard little clit twitching against her tights now. She just knew that Jordan could quiet its throbbing. She felt Jordan's hips beating faster, jarring her a little. The cock in her mouth stretched her but Angela was past caring. Suddenly Jordan cried out, clamped his hands on her head. He pushed his penis farther into Angela's mouth and held her there firmly. Angela felt the head of his cock swell, the hot flood down her throat. Despite Rayanne's jokes, it didn't taste like much of anything. "How's it gonna be when you don't know me anymore..." They sat up. Angela turned the radio off and leaned forward to kiss him, but Jordan pulled away a little. The heat in Angela's pussy called to her. Jordan was dangerous, a bad boy, but he made her feel things she thought she couldn't have felt. "My turn," she said, taking Jordan's hand and guiding it between her legs. She had dreamed of this moment. He would look at her and he would say... "Uh...Angela, I gotta go." "WHAT?!" "Yeah. My old man will be pissed at me." "But...don't you want to..." "Angela...that's like fine for girls like Rayanne. But you're a really nice girl, you know? Nice girls shouldn't start LIKING that...it's for men...uh...you like don't want to be a Rayanne, do you?" Angela was thuderstruck. "What-EVER! And Rayanne is like my friend." "Well, uh...I had a good time...see you at school and stuff." Angela pulled her bra off under the top, tucked it in her purse. She felt numb as she walked up the steps to her house. Crossing her arms in front of her so the nipples wouldn't show, she started upstairs. "Angela!" "Yeah Mom?" "You're home early, dear. How was the concert?" "Oh..OK I guess...I'm tired, Mom. Good night." "Angela? Is something wrong? Jordan didn't try anything did he?" "God, Mom! No..." Angela was soon in the bathroom, locked in with her thoughts. Kicking off her boots, she felt so stupid. Shit! Jordan Catalano had jacked her up again. First that tender (if a little too Kenny G) love song, "Red." She'd thought it was for her, but it was about Catalano's fucking CAR. Then his aloof behavior while they were supposedly dating, ending in his boinking her best friend Rayanne. The letter that she thought bared his innermost thoughts...but those thoughts were the thoughts of Brian Krakow, her dweeby, hopelessly-in-love-with-her neighbor. Then this. And now what? Angela pulled off her top, stood at the mirror. She cupped a hand under her left breast, so recently touched for the first time by Jordan Catalano. She was still stunned by everything. She wasn't too upset about the blowjob, at least no more than she thought she should be for her first time. It wasn't really date rape; she'd actually wanted more than Jordan was willing to give. But the way he'd used her! Story of her so-called life--it was only a so-called first time. Angela continued to undress, stepping out of her skirt, peeling the black tights over her hips and off her feet. Finally rolling off her panties, Angela found them damp from her arousal. She stood naked in front of the mirror. Her hair was soft and very red from the dye job. Her lips were full and pouty. She thought her body wasn't bad. Her breasts were smaller than Rayanne's but perfectly round. Her hips were narrow and flared in the right places. Her legs, she thought, were just a little thin, tapering down to her long pale-skinned feet with their bright red-polished toenails. But, considering some of what Jordan Catalano had slept with, not bad. So why hadn't Jordan wanted this body? That egotistical bastard! Angela had to do something, make a statement. Her gaze went to her neat triangle of brown pubic hair. Damn! It didn't match her red dye job anyway. Angela reached into a drawer, retrieved her electric razor. Flipping it on, she touched the razor to her mons. Its blades cut through the short brown hair, exposing smooth pale skin. The cold of the metal awakened Angela's senses. Now she stood on tiptoe and arched her legs. Very gently, she ran the razor over the twin folds of her groin and across her labia. The vibrations from the razor gave Angela an unexpected ping of pleasure. She'd never felt anything like it! Her nipples hardened; she drew in her breath sharply. The vibration from the razor was like her own hands...but much stonger and faster. Finally, she carefully spread her lips and rolled the razor around her clit, removing every trace of hair from her pussy. She felt the moisture coming as her vagina throbbed and contracted. Briefly, Angela felt a breast, rolled its nipple in her fingers. With the combined fatigue and arousal, Angela decided to skip the bath. Pulling a towel around herself, she peeked out the door. Nobody. Angela's bare feet made no noise on the carpet as she padded to her bedroom. Locking the door, she prepared to slip off the towel. "Hey, Chase! Nice show, but hadn't you better keep it on?" Gathering the towel about her body, Angela jumped. Looking at her open window, she saw the too-familiar face of Brian Krakow, sitting in the tree outside as usual. "Get down from there, Krakow! Isn't this invasion of privacy or something?" "What's the matter, Chase? Catalano run out of steam?" "I beg your pardon?" Uh...oh, you're just home early, that's all." Krakow had that way about him. Angela was sure he was too clueless to know what was going on. But he came up with those little double meanings at just the right times. "Krakow, how come you're not home completing the Unified Fields Theory or whatever you do in your spare time? "Oh...I couldn't take the excitement. We got a message on the machine earlier and the parental units are having a fascinating debate over which Dr. Krakow it's for." "Krakow, when are you going to get a life?" "Who needs a life? I have a computer!" "So why don't you go find a woman you can understand? One made of those little elves." "That's 'pixels,' Chase!" "What-ever!" Brian let go of the branch and disappeared. Angela turned from the window. "Uh...Angela?" "What now?" "Well...if you ever want to, you know, talk about it...I'm, uh...around." "I'll think about it...thank you, Brian." "OK. Really going this time!" And he was gone. After closing the window, Angela dropped the towel and lay naked on her bed. Even her conversation with Brian the Brain hadn't quieted the throbbing in her body, the turmoil of her thoughts. Actually though, seeing Brian right after what happened with Jordan Catalano might have been good for her. For some reason, things made sense again. Still...if Krakow knew what had happened, the poor little geek probably couldn't take it. Angela smiled at the thought that he'd been within five feet of a shaved pussy and didn't know it. She spread her legs. Taking a hand-held mirror, she now admired that pussy. The smoothness was strange and exciting; she hadn't seen herself that way since she was ten. Her mons was bare and hard, her labia were still red and swollen from the recent excitement. As Angela ran a hand over her breasts, caressing a nipple, tiny tingles ran along her nerves from her breasts to her clit. Her body was on fire. Something had to be done. Angela had tried masturbating, of course. But she'd never felt much from it, and had certainly never come. Now she felt her whole body throb in time with her clit. Angela held both her breasts in her hands, softly rubbing the skin, as Jordan had done. Her nipples were rock-hard, standing out against the pink of the surrounding skin. Angela ran her fingers over them, rolling the hard little knobs between her fingertips. She gasped with pleasure and felt a twitch between her legs. Situating the mirror on the bed, Angela spread wide to look at herself. Her tiny clit was rock-hard, peeking from its nest of skin at the top of her pussy. Moisture glistened on her delicate labia. She lay back on the pillows and ran a hand down her body, teasing the tiny hairs as little bumps rose on her. Now she pressed the soles of her feet together, feeling a tingle up her legs. Her hand slid down over the clean-shaven mons. Fingertips teased the soft skin. Angela's muscles contracted and urged her on. She ran a hand between her legs to knead the outside of her labia. She was soaked. Unable to hold off any longer, Angela gently spread her lips with her fingers, felt through the wet swollen flesh to find her clit. She ran two fingers along its sides, thrusting her hips into the air to meet the probing hand. The heat started in her clit, spread to her whole body. She had never felt like this before. Each stroke sent waves of pleasure through her. Now she found her rhythm, rubbing her clit in tiny circles, rotating her hips. The other hand pinched her nipples. Angela even tried to get a breast into her mouth, but they were too small. Now it didn't matter. She felt the contractions, slid a finger into her vagina to feel them better. Almost by instinct, she hooked the finger upward beneath her pubic bone, found a patch of rough flesh. What had Rayanne called it? A "G Spot?" She gave it a tiny flick and exploded into her first orgasm, her toes curled tightly, her pussy burning, her body bucking uncontrollably, holding a pillow over her face to muffle her cries. As she settled back to reality, Angela knew she needed to do something more. Her vagina was relaxed, this was the perfect time. Taking the candle from its holder by her bed, she gently slid it inside her. She carefully stretched her hymen with it until it wouldn't matter. It hurt a little but was exciting also. Finally, she thrust the candle forward and what was left of her cherry was gone. Some man would replace the candle someday, but she already knew it wasn't Jordan Catalano. Not now. Excited again, Angela gripped the candle with her pussy muscles, running it in and out of her. She felt the burning again. As she fucked the smooth warm wax, she reached down to rub her clit. A flick of her finger and she moaned. She came again, just a little one. She pulled the candle out of her and drew the covers around herself. As she drifted off to sleep, her pleasure spent, Angela thought a little about what would happen now. She had to have a plan. Rayanne would help. If it took the rest of high school, she'd have her revenge on Jordan Catalano. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |