Message-ID: <23117asstr$952463425@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: michaeld38@aol.communism (MichaelD38) X-Original-Message-ID: <20000307141259.00643.00000197@nso-ch.aol.com> Subject: {ASSM} Angie {MichaelD}(mf, teen, rom) (2/2) Lines: 682 Date: Tue, 7 Mar 2000 16:10:25 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: Lambchop, dennyw I found Dave and Joe inside, watching this bleached blonde with about ten pounds of silicone dance around. When Dave saw me, he waved me over. "Boy," he said looking at his watch, "you sure got your money's worth. How was she?" "Get this. She was a virgin." "No shit?" Joe said, "You busted her cherry?" I nodded. "But was she any good, though?" Dave asked. "I taught her everything she needed to know. Every available orifice." Dave howled. "You fucked her in the ass?!" "She asked me to. She seemed to think it was completely normal." Joe shook his head. "You are so full of shit. I bet she left you on the beach." "Go back and check the shit-stains on the sheets if you don't believe me." "Did you come in her mouth, too?" Dave asked. I nodded again. "Jesus Christ! You bastard! You turned this sweet virgin into some cheap slut?" "I think this calls for another round," Joe said, and signaled the bartender. We drank off a couple shots of tequila and then went back to the room. "Jesus," Joe went when we walked in, "It stinks like sex in here." He opened up all the windows and waved the door to clear the air until Dave and I made him stop. I spent the next day with Angie on the beach, although we didn't do anything more than make out a little. Dave, Joe and I went back to Orlando that night. We picked up a twelve-pack of Moosehead and drank the whole thing off before we got back, hurling the bottles out the window as we went down the road. I got Angie's address and phone number before we left, and kept in touch with her afterward. I went up to Jacksonville two weeks later. I met her parents, who were obviously not happy to see their sweet little daughter with somebody like me. We went at it like rabbits that whole weekend in my hotel room, but that turned out to be the last time I saw her. After I left, she told me on the phone that her dad had about figured out what was going on, and had ordered her to stop seeing me. After that, I couldn't get a hold of her on the phone, and she wrote to tell me that her dad was opening her mail to see if I was writing her. I wanted to drive up and see her again, but her dad wasn't letting her out of the house unless he knew exactly where she was going, and he would check up on her when she did. I was pretty pissed, but there wasn't much we could do. We tried to keep writing to each other, but it just wasn't the same. Eventually we drifted apart. * * * II. Two years went by. I had finished Nuke school that June and was transferred up to Connecticut. After six months of playing around with the training reactor they had up there, I finally got assigned to a ship, an aircraft carrier stationed in San Francisco. Through some weird coincidences of assignment, my friend Joe had ended up on the same ship, and since we were both nuclear-qualified, in the same division, too. We completed a Pacific deployment and a dry-dock period while I was on board. We were beginning the preparations for a short series of cruises that summer when I got a strange-looking letter in the mail. It was addressed to me in Florida and had acquired several postmarks in following me out to California. The handwriting looked familiar, but I couldn't immediately place it. Lo, and behold, it was from Angie. She went on for three pages telling me that she still missed me and wanted to know how I was. On the last page, she told me what she had been doing since I last saw her. Included was a picture of a more mature and even better- looking girl. Her hair was still long, but she had gotten a bit taller, and her body had definitely filled out. She finished by saying that she was going to this women's college out in California. "You probably haven't heard of it," she said, "it's really small and in Oakland." Oakland? Shit! I thought. I grabbed the envelope and tried to make out the original postmark under all the forwarding addresses. Sure enough, it said "Oakland CA." She finished the letter by giving me her phone number, and asking me to call her if it wasn't too far. It could hardly have been closer. The Navy base I was at was in Alameda, which is right next to Oakland. My first impulse was to leap up and find a pay phone, but I paused for a moment. Did I really want to see her again? After all, we had known each other for maybe a month and a half two years before. On the other hand, it had been a while (seven months in fact; when we stopped in the Philippines on the last deployment) since I had gotten laid. Finding decent girls at all around San Francisco was never easy for someone in the service. Finding babes like Angie was next to impossible. Providence, it seemed, had dropped her back in my lap. I went and found Joe. His bunk was in the same berthing compartment as mine. He was lying down reading a book when I walked up. 'What's up?" "Do you remember two years ago in Daytona, that girl I laid?" Joe thought for a moment. "The virgin? The one you fucked in the ass?" I laughed. "Yeah. Guess what just arrived in the mail?" I handed him the picture. He looked at it and his eyes went wide. "Shit! Where is this bitch?" I smiled and showed him the last page of her letter. "Right here in Oakland." "No shit? Are you going to go see her?" I grabbed the picture and shoved it in his face. "Are you serious? Check out those tits. She gave me her number. I'm going to go call her now." "Shit head. Good luck." I left Joe to go find a pay phone. I was a little nervous since we hadn't spoken in almost two years, but what the hell, I had to call her sometime. Unfortunately, she wasn't home. "She's in class," her roommate told me. "Do you want to leave a message?" "Just tell her that Jeff called." "O.K., what's your number?" "I'm calling from a pay phone." "Oh." Suddenly she got excited. "Hey, are you the guy in the Navy?" "Yeah, did she tell you about me?" "Some. She sent that letter about a month ago. I told her she'd never hear from you. Guess I was wrong." "Well it took a while to find me, because I got transferred a couple times since then." "Yeah, we were afraid you wouldn't get it at all. By the way, where are you? You sound pretty close." "Well, I'll tell you this, it's a local call." "Oh my God! You're stationed in San Francisco, aren't you?" "Alameda." She screamed. "She's going to die! I told her you'd be in Japan or something. She kept saying 'Well he could be here, too . . .' I told her no way. She is going to die." "Let me tell her O.K.?" "Hey, sure. Why don't you call at like, seven? We usually eat around six-thirty, and I want to be here . . ." Suddenly she shrieked again. "She's here! She just walked in the door! Here, talk to her . . ." In the background I could hear Angie's voice. "What? Who is it?" "It's him! It's that guy you wrote, the one in the Navy!" "Ahh! Oh God! No, Jessie, I'm not . . . " I could hear them fumbling with the receiver. "Umm, hello?" "Angie?" "Jeff? Umm . . . hi. Did you get my letter?" "Yeah, just today. It took a month to find me. I was pretty surprised, actually." "You're not mad, are you?" "No, not at all. I'd like to see you again." She gasped suddenly. "What do you mean?" she said quickly. "Where are you?" I paused. "About fifteen minutes away." "Oh my God! Are you in Alameda?" "Yeah. I've been here since August." "Oh God, all this time I've been worrying about that letter getting to you and you were right here. I'm so glad. Jessie said you'd probably be in Japan." "She told me. What are you doing for dinner?" "You mean tonight? Umm . . . nothing." "Let's go out. I'd rather do the catching up in person than over the phone." "Me too. What time?" "How about seven?" "Oh God. O.K., seven. Where are we going?" "Nothing fancy. Just wear what you've got on now," I said, knowing she would change anyway." "Umm, O.K., I'll see you at seven." "Looking forward to it." "Me too. 'Bye." I hung up and went back to Joe's bunk. "So, did you get a hold of her?" "Yeah. We're meeting for dinner tonight." "That's it? Just food?" I scoffed. "Fuck off. I've got plenty of time to get her back in the sack." "Yeah, right. Mr. Sex God. Get some more pictures of her, maybe we can sell them during the next cruise." We laughed and I went to get ready. In truth, I was more anxious about this than I was letting on. I did care about her, and the more I looked at her picture, the more I realized how beautiful she had gotten. I did not intend to screw this up. I went and took a shower and then changed out of my uniform. After I was done, I sat around in the lounge area until it was about six-forty. On my way out, Joe hollered at me. "Remember, I want pictures." I gave him the finger and made my way up to the hangar deck and the gangway. The college Angie was attending was in a nice area for Oakland. It was a women's school, as I mentioned before, so I got quite a few looks as I walked up to her dorm. Not that everyone was checking me out or anything; they were just trying to figure out who I was picking up, since there wasn't much other reason for me to be there. When I knocked on her door, her roommate answered. She was blond and fairly good-looking, but not as hot as Angie. "Hi, are you Jeff?" "Yeah, you must be Jessie." "Angie's still down the hall in the bathroom getting ready. You can wait in here." I sat at one of the desks and waited. "So you guys haven't seen each other in two years?" "About that, yeah. Her dad made us break up. I didn't figure on hearing from her again." 'Yeah, she told me all about it. She said she cried for weeks." "So I gathered from her letters. It was pretty rough." I looked up then, because Angie had just walked in. If I had thought she was hot before, it was nothing compared to her now. Her hair was longer and curlier than before. She still had those Bambi eyes and those full little lips, only now she had gotten better at making herself up. She was taller, like I said, but still fairly short. She had more curves now than before. Her breasts were definitely bigger than I remembered and her hips and ass seemed more defined. Her legs were long and silky now, rather than just being petite. She was wearing a loose white cotton shirt that was open down far enough in front that I could see her cleavage and just a hint of a lacy white bra. Down below was a short denim miniskirt that showed off her tan legs. She smiled at me. "Hi." I stood up. 'Hi . . . wow, you look great." She blushed appealingly. "Thanks, so do you." Jessie got up. "I'll leave you guys alone." Angie murmured a quiet "thanks" as she walked out. When she was gone we turned back toward each other. "So," I said after staring at her for a minute, "how have you been?" "O.K., I guess. I like the school a lot. It's kind of like a semester- long slumber party with only girls here. I was feeling kind of homesick, for a while though, when I started reading through some of your old letters. I told Jessie about you and she talked me into writing you again." "I'm glad she did. I'm still sort of pissed at your father." "I know. He opened up all my mail that spring. I found a couple of your letters in the trash, but nothing else. I cried for so long after that. I was afraid that you thought I was blowing you off or something. " "No, I knew what was going on. I just gave up after I got transferred to Connecticut." "Well, I guess we're back now, though." She smiled at me again. "Can I . . . can I have a hug, before we go?" "Sure." She came into my arms, holding me tightly, pressing her head against my shoulder. I could feel the soft pressure of her breasts on my chest, and considered keeping her there all night. But that could come later, I figured. "We should get going." She pulled back, but didn't let go of me. "O.K." "You don't have a curfew or anything, do you, being in a freshman dorm, I mean?" "No. They used to do that, but they gave up on it about five years ago." "Great. I don't want to have to rush this." "Me neither." I took her to this Italian restaurant over on the water in Alameda. We didn't eat much, just talked the entire time. It was amazing how fast it all came back. I had thought that I was over everything that had happened with Angie, but I guess it was just buried. I started holding her hand across the table about halfway through the dinner. When we were finished, we went walking along the waterfront a little. When we got to a dark spot, I pulled her into my arms. I kissed her and she melted into me. We stood there for few minutes until I pulled back and looked into her eyes. "Oh God, Jeff, I forgot how much I missed you." "Me too." "I didn't tell you this at dinner, but you know . . ." she looked away a second, then back at me. "You're the only one I've ever slept with. Just you." "You mean, nobody? Not after I left?" "No. It was just, I mean, I wasn't really attracted to anyone after that. I went out with a few guys, but they just seemed so young. It just wasn't the same. Not like what we had." "Have. Present tense." She smiled again. "Oh God, I'm so glad this turned out like this. I was so afraid we wouldn't get along, you know, since it had been two years or so." "Me too. I was kind of worried myself." She beamed up at me. "Jeff, I want . . . I want to do it. I want us to make love again." "Now? Tonight?" "Yes, is that O.K.?" I looked at her face, and I swear, I have never wanted a woman as much as I wanted her right then. "God, you have to ask?" She wiped away a couple of tears. "Where can we go?" This presented a problem. "I don't know. I'd rather not use the car if it's all the same to you." "Me neither. Can't we like, find someplace outside?" I thought for a moment. "Golden Gate Park?" "Won't it be cold?" "I've got a big beach blanket in my car. " She grinned, biting her lower lip. "O.K., sure." We got into the car and I drove up to the freeway and then over the Bay Bridge into San Francisco. I got onto 101 and then off at Van Ness. In a few minutes we were driving through the gates and I looked for a good spot to stop. It was getting kind of foggy, which would help us hide, but also would make it colder. I parked the car and we walked away from it into the woods a bit. We lay down on the ground and wrapped the blanket around us. For the first few minutes, we just kissed and rolled around, but I couldn't keep away from her tits any longer than that. I felt them over her shirt, and then unbuttoned it and slid my hand inside. She was wearing a demi-cup bra, so I could run my fingers down the top of it to feel her nipples. They were hard and stiff, just like I remembered them. As I fondled her, she opened up my shirt, caressing my chest. Finally I opened up the front hook on her bra and took a firm breast in my hand. "God, they're even bigger than I remember." "I know, they kept growing all through high school. I wore a 32B bra back then. Now I have to wear a 34C." 'I love them." She let out a giggle that turned to a sob of pleasure as I leaned down to suck on them. While I licked her breasts, she reached down and began digging out my cock. When she found it, and took its stiff length in her hands, I put my hand up her skirt. "God, I can't stand it," I moaned. "Come on then." I pulled off her panties and miniskirt and she pulled me on top of her, spreading her legs. She was wet, soaking with moisture. I felt her reaching down and putting my cockhead at the entrance to her cunt. When it was in position, I leaned forward, pushing into her burning wetness. She moaned and arched her back. I felt those same muscles clutching at me, squeezing as hard as they could. This wasn't going to last very long. It had been too long, for both of us. A few strong thrusts were all it took to bring her to orgasm. She clung to me, jerking and twitching as her cunt muscles massaged my cock. I pushed down on her, grinding my cock into her, wringing out another climax. "Come on, please, come with me." That was all it took. As she peaked, I felt my cock swelling inside of her, and then the come exploded out in a flood. Her muscles milked me dry. When we recovered, I rolled over, pulling her on top of me, still connected. She lay on my chest, rolling her hips slowly. "I missed you," she said. "Me too." We wriggled out of what little clothes we still had on and held each other, naked under the blanket. In a few minutes, my cock was up again, and I pulled her back on top of me. She slid down, slipping me into her, but kept her legs stretched out along mine. We made love very slowly, with her moving her hips up and down, back and forth, all the time massaging me with her inner muscles. I was free to stroke her all over, feeling her firm ass and smooth legs. She lifted herself up a bit, allowing me to caress her breasts again. I sucked a nipple into my mouth, teasing the tip of it with my tongue. I felt her thighs squeezing my legs as she moaned softly. Her hips moved a little faster, digging into the base of my cock. Her long hair fell down to my face as she worked toward her climax. Finally I felt her begin to jerk and her cunt muscles clamped onto me. "Ahh . . . Jeff, Jeff . . . yes!" When it subsided, she fell back down onto me. I rolled her over and thrust into her as far as I could go. Three strokes was all it took, but she was still coming again when my come shot into her. Like before, her muscles milked out every drop. It wasn't until after the third time that we completely relaxed. We lay together, looking up at the trees. "I forgot how good it was with you. I'm glad I didn't do it with anybody else." "Well, we sure went a ways toward making up for lost time." She giggled and pulled closer to me. "This is so romantic, making love out in the woods like this." It was. So much so that I felt my cock aching as it swelled up again. After all, it had been seven months for me. Angie felt it against her leg and reached down to stroke it. "I'm kind of sore. Do you want me to suck you?" "Sure, if you want." "I do. I miss it." She slid down to my hips. I felt her kiss the tip of my cock and then lick all around it. When it was completely wet with her saliva, she took it into her mouth. Slowly she sucked it to the back of her throat and then pulled back. In and out, up and down she went, playing with her tongue and stroking the shaft with her hand. She continued like that for about five minutes, and then I felt her rubbing her clit against my leg. "Maybe I'm not as sore as I thought," she giggled. "Is that O.K.?" "Go ahead." She climbed up onto my hips and began rubbing her slick mound against my cock. "I have a better idea." "What?" "This." I pulled her off and rolled her on her stomach. I climbed onto her back and stuck my cock up between her legs. I then reached underneath her and put my hand just under her mound and guided my cock into her. She moaned loudly as I bottomed out, because I was pressing her clit down onto my fingers. "Oh God, yes, like that, like that!" I thrust into her, rubbing her clit with my fingers, and she came like a thunderclap. I felt her muscles squeezing my cock, trying to force out my come, but it was too soon. I ground down on her again and again, digging into her firm little ass. Four times she came, moaning my name, before I finally erupted into her. We were both exhausted. After lying together under the blanket for another ten minutes, we got dressed and went back to the car. It was about midnight, and we were pretty hungry from our exertions. After we ate at this all-night burger stand in Oakland, I took her bag to her dorm. We kissed good night and I went back to the ship. Joe was sitting in the lounge watching TV. He took one look at me. "Oh, Jesus! You fucked her didn't you?" "I took her up to Golden Gate Park. I guess she really missed me." "Did you fuck her in the ass this time?" "No, just straight sex. Four times though." "Ha! Bullshit!" "Shit head. You're just jealous 'cuz all you get are those fat Alameda sluts out in town." "Hey, 'cushion for pushing' is what I say. Just roll 'em in flour and poke at the wet spot." Mitchell and Dennis, a couple of other guys from our division were sitting there listening to this. "Yo, Harper," Dennis said, "who's this bitch you're talking about?" "Show him the picture," Joe said. I pulled out my wallet, because I had stuck it in there. The two of them looked at it. "Shit. How old is she?" "Just eighteen. Old enough." Dennis made to hand it back to me, but I stopped him. "Keep it. You can beat off to it tonight." He threw it at me. "Fuck off." I picked it up and went to bed. * * * Angie and I kept going out until the day I left on our next deployment. She cried for the whole week before I left, and didn't let me out of bed the whole time. I was gone for six months, but we wrote to each while I was gone. Conveniently, her summer vacation was while I was overseas, so by the time I got back, she was back for her sophomore year at college. Her dad apparently found out about us again, but this time he let it slide, since Angie was by then nineteen. * * * She finished college the same year I finished my enlistment. That June, in Golden Gate Park not fifty yards from where we had made love that first night, Angie became my wife. A fitting end to our courtship and a fitting beginning to the rest of our lives. THE END Michael ~Story Archives~ www.storiesonline.net www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/BitBard/www/forray/michaeld/ www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Richard_Bissell/www -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+