Message-ID: <36578asstr$1022148602@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Ivan Kitara" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 23 May 2002 00:15:12.0484 (UTC) FILETIME=[E7EF0240:01C201EE] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 22 May 2002 20:15:12 -0400 Subject: {ASSM} My Beautiful Angel (ch 1) (nosex, mf, rom) Date: Thu, 23 May 2002 06:10:02 -0400 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: gill-bates, dennyw _________________________________________________________________ Get your FREE download of MSN Explorer at http://explorer.msn.com/intl.asp. <1st attachment, "angel1.txt" begin> WARNING - THIS CHAPTER AND THE ONES THAT FOLLOW MAY CONTAIN SEXUAL SCENES THAT ARE NOT APROPRIATE FOR MINORS UNDER THE AGE OF 18. IF YOU ARE YOUNGER THAN 18 PLEASE STOP READING NOW!!! FURTHER, THIS STORY CONTAINS SITUATIONS INVOLVING TEENS, FIRST TIME SEX, MILD INCEST, PUBLIC NUDITY, MILD HUMILIATION, ORAL SEX, ANAL SEX, AND SOME OTHER SEXUAL TOPICS THAT PEOPLE MIGHT FIND OFFENSIVE. IF YOU FIND THIS OFFENSIVE THAN YOU MAY WANT TO CHOOSE ANOTHER STORY. PLEASE NOTE THAT ALL SEX IN THIS STORY IS CONSENSUAL SEX. I DO NOT BELIEVE IN NON-CONSENSUAL SEX AND THEREFORE I DO NOT WRITE ABOUT IT. FURTHER THIS STORY IS RATHER SLOW AND INVOLVES QUITE A BIT OF ROMANCE AND CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT. IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A GOOD STROKE STORY, THIS MAY NOT BE IT, AT LEAST I HOPE THAT IS THE CASE. Enough of the warnings. This chapter contains no sex, mf romance. This is my first series of stories so any and all constructive criticism is appreciated. Also any compliments are appreciated and will keep me writing this story. Any and all comments can be sent to mrfreeze06@hotmail.com. "My Beautiful Angel" (nosex, mf, rom) by Mr. Freeze Chapter 1 - Meeting and Parting I was thirteen when I met my first love. Summer vacation was beginning in my small hometown in suburban Tampa Bay: a summer full of possibilities of adventure and fun. It was a summer that my life would completely change and nothing I had ever had before in my life mattered again. My name is Peter Stark. At this time of my life I was a scrawny little thirteen year old with dirty blonde hair that was constantly in need of a haircut, a farmers tan, and a desire to get into as much trouble as humanly possible. It was the late seventies. Carter was president. There was an energy crisis. There was double-digit inflation and massive job losses. None of this mattered to me at the time. All I cared about was listening to records down in Bobby Larson's basement or riding my bike all over town or playing kick the can until after dark. I had just finished my second year in junior high in the seventh grade. I wasn't very popular in school. It wasn't like I was an outcast and I was picked on by every bully in the school. I was more of a ghost. I didn't socialize much and thusly I wasn't in one of the cliques that formed throughout the school year. There was one person that did give me a hard time. His name was Tommy Cicero. Tommy was sixteen years old and on his third try at eighth grade. He was the definition of anti-social. One day towards the beginning of the school year I accidentally knocked over his bike and earned an instant enemy. He beat me up a few times on the way home but I chalked it up to growing up. Because I didn't socialize much, I didn't have many friends. I did have one very good friend, my best friend at the time, Bobby Larson. Bobby had gone through grade school with me all the way from kindergarten on. We were life long pals. Bobby's life centered around music. As long as I can remember, I would go over to his house and listen to rock music in his basement. His favorite group was Led Zeppelin. Since the age of ten he wanted to be just like Jimmy Page. He started growing his hair long, learned to play guitar, and learned all the tabs for every Zeppelin song known to man. Every now and then I brought in records from my favorite group at the time; KISS. Bobby hated KISS, but he tolerated it because I was sharing his love for music and that was important to him. My home life at the time absolutely sucked. My dad died when I was nine from cancer. My mother turned to alcohol and drugs to kill the pain. Then she started dating. During the entire seventh grade school year my mom was rarely at home and I did pretty much what I wanted to. She always made sure there was plenty of food in the house and gave me plenty of money to buy my clothes and do other activities. She had plenty of money at the time. My dad was pretty wealthy and left a decent sum of money to my mom. I would learn later in life that she pissed it all away on her booze and her men. Some would say I had it pretty easy not having anyone to control me at that age. I would disagree. It gets pretty lonely for a thirteen year old when there is no one to love you and care for you. I would sooner take the strictest parent in the world that was full of love and affection to what I had. The age of thirteen brought one more change to my life. Puberty. All of a sudden all I could think of was girls. I was much to shy to talk to any of them though. I spent the entire first year of junior high without talking to any girls. I just dreamt about them and relieved myself afterwards. I was looking forward to this summer. I wouldn't have to be tempted by the same girls at school day in and day out. I was planning on doing a lot of bike riding, some swimming at the local pool and maybe if I was lucky at the beach, and of course some quality music time over in Bobby Larson's basement. On the first morning of my summer vacation, Bobby came over to see if I wanted to go on a bike ride. I was anxious to get out so I readily agreed. We decided to head over to the park, which was only a few blocks away, and ride on the river trail they had there. If we were lucky we might see an alligator or two. "Hey man, I am so stoked for the Zeppelin concert tomorrow, " said Bobby as we walked to the garage to get my bike. Zeppelin was playing at Tampa Stadium the next day and Bobby had managed to convince his mom to let him go with his older sister. "It should be cool, " I said trying to blow off the fact that I wasn't going. I really was jealous of him. I pulled out my bike from the garage. It was one of those BMX bikes that were all the rage in the late 70's. It had all the special pads on it and the MAG wheels. The manufacturer was Mongoose, which was the hot manufacturer of BMX bikes at the time. My mom had given me so much money to get me out of her hair that it was a cinch to save up for it. We biked over to the park and noticed two hot girls playing tennis so we decided to park our bikes and sit down and watch them. We chose an area near the playground that would allow us to avert our gaze to the swings or the slides if we got caught looking. I instantly recognized one of the girls. It was Jennifer Carini, who was John Carini's sister. John was in my grade and went to school with Bobby and me. I didn't talk to him much more but I did know that his sister was a grade below us. Jennifer was looking really nice. Her white shorts and loose white polo shirt naturally highlighted her natural olive skin. Her long dark hair was tied in a loose ponytail that bounced every time she moved on the court. She was extremely thin, almost sickly, but sported a large chest that peeked out from under her shirt. Puberty had been very kind to her. The other girl I didn't recognize, but she was an image of beauty. She also was decked in white, her loose polo hiding any hints of developing breasts. The white also accented her skin tone, which was deeply tanned. This girl, unlike Jennifer, was toned and muscular. She had blonde hair, which was tied into a tight ponytail. Her face was angelic with high cheekbones, a soft chin, and a small beautiful nose. I could almost swear that I saw some blue in her eyes even from the distance I was at. "Isn't that Carini's sister?" asked Bobby bringing me out of my hypnotic stare at this blonde girl. "Yeah, the dark haired one, " I replied. "She is a year behind us isn't she?" asked Bobby. "Yeah, I think she is eleven, maybe twelve. I looked back at the blonde again and she winked at me. I panicked. She had caught me staring at her. I turned my head and looked at the slide. After a few moments I chanced another look. She winked again. I averted my gaze immediately as she served the ball. How what happened next, I still don't know until this day. Once I turned my head to look back at the slides, a tennis ball smacked into the side of my head and the unexpectedness of the shot knocked me over. I felt a wave of sharp pain in my head as I smacked it onto the pedal of my bike lying next to me. After my head cleared from the pain slightly I could hear Bobby's laughter. I did everything I could to keep from bursting out in tears from the pain. I held my head in my hands to hide a tear escaping from my eye. "Are you OK?" came the soft voice of a young girl. "I don't know, " I said with my voice cracking. "I am so sorry, " said the voice again. "You distracted me and my serve went over the fence and hit you in the head.' I quickly surmised that it was the blonde who was talking to me. I summoned every last bit of willpower to stem the pain in my head and tried to act like a man in front of her. "It really was my fault, " I said lifting my head from my hands. "As you said, I distracted you." I took her in as I lifted my head. I took in her legs close up and her toned athletic body. I looked at her face and noted a look of worry. I noted that her eyes were indeed blue. A blue that was like blue I had never seen. I saw that blue again later in my life on a trip to the Caribbean on the shallow waters of the island of Saint Martin. The look of worry was soon replaced with a caring but nervous smile. "What is your name?" she said softly with a hint of nervousness in her voice. "My name is Peter, " I stuttered. I was really nervous now. I always got this way when talking to girls. That is why I hadn't had a girlfriend yet. "What is your name?" "Heather, " she said demurely. "Were you just watching me play?" I was really nervous now. I had been truly busted. "Um...Yeah." "You can watch me play anytime, " she smiled. I had never had a girl talk to me like that before. I saw the opportunity to be able to get to know this girl more. I just needed to make the next move. I just needed the courage. "I am gonna go back and play now, " said Heather smiling. "Are you sure you are OK?" "Um yes, " I stammered. It was now or never. "Listen, Heather. Would you like to take a walk with me after you are done with your game? Say down on the river path?" My heart was racing now as I awaited her answer. "I would like that. Sure, " she said giving me a sweet smile. I thought my heart exploded. I could not believe that this girl was willing to talk to me and now I was going to get a chance to get to know her better. This was turning out to be the best day of my life. "Damn, Stark. Going young on the babes, huh?" laughed Bobby. "Fuck you, " I teased back. I turned my attention back to Heather as she continued to play tennis. I watched her athletic body run the court and make her shots. I could tell that of the two she was far and above the better tennis player. Every once in a while she would look back at me. Her wink and smile put me further and further under her spell. It didn't take long for Heather to mercifully take down Jennifer and then the two headed off the court and towards us. "Jennifer, I am gonna take a walk with Peter here. Are you OK with that?" said Heather. "Not a problem, " said Jennifer. "I think I will just go home and catch up on `As the World Turns'" "Bobby, you go on, " I said, "I will catch up with you later." "Come over later and we can listen to `Presence' again, " said Bobby trying to save some face in the situation. "OK, cool, " I replied. Jennifer and Bobby went their separate ways leaving just Heather and I alone. "I have to lock this up, " I told Heather pointing to my bike. "OK, " she said shyly. The nervousness built up in my stomach as we headed over to the bike racks. I felt like I was going to be sick. "How old are you Peter?" asked Heather. "I am thirteen. I will be starting eighth grade next year." "I am twelve, " said Heather, "but I will be thirteen too in three weeks. I am starting seventh grade next year." "You are a little old to just be starting seventh," I said not realizing how insensitive that comment might have been. "I wasn't schooled for a few years. I actually started first grade when I was eight. I had a lot of catching up to do. Now I am only a year behind." We got to the bike racks and I locked my bike up. I hated leaving such a nice bike, even locked, alone in the park. Heather was worth it though. As we started walking to the river path, I felt Heather's hand slip into mine. It was wet and warm but it felt wonderful. I gripped her hand back tightly and snuck a quick peek of her angelic face. "Do you play tennis often?" I asked making casual conversation. "Yes, I do. My mom wanted me to pick a sport to keep myself in shape. I chose tennis. I think it was watching Chris Evert play that inspired me to take up the game. Many people don't like her because they feel she isn't aggressive enough. I say that if you win the Open that pretty much shuts every one up." I hadn't expected the amount of passion that she had just displayed for the game. It was like listening to Bobby ramble on about Zeppelin. I wondered why there wasn't anything that I was that passionate about. "Do you have any brothers or sisters?" asked Heather. "No, none at all. I am an only child, " I said. "You must be pretty spoiled, " she giggled. I was pretty sick of that line. If you call having a mom that shells money at you to get you out of your face spoiled then that was what I was. "Not really, " I said avoiding any other discussion along that line. "You have any brothers and sisters?" "One sister. She is ten. Her name is Kristi. She is a really good kid. Most bigger sisters hate their little sisters. I consider her my best friend, " said Heather. "I always wanted a brother or sister. I guess that will never happen, " I said almost to myself. "Why is that?" said Heather. Her pursuit of that statement caught me off guard. "Oh, um... I don't have a dad. He died when I was nine." "I am so sorry, " said Heather squeezing my hand for support. "Then again I don't have a dad either. My mom left him when I was seven. Right before my eighth birthday." Something strange happened during that exchange of information about our fathers. I began comfortable talking to Heather. I started to feel I could tell her anything in the world and she would understand. The best day in my life went to hell when I saw Tommy Cicero rounding the path coming towards us in the distance. "Oh shit, " I said softly. Heather had picked up on my distress because I could feel her tense up. "What is wrong, Peter?" said Heather. "That is Tommy Cicero. I am not one of his favorite people. You may want to leave. I will meet you back at the playground." "I am not going anywhere, " said Heather stubbornly. Suddenly Tommy was standing in front of us. "Holy shit, " said Tommy, "I thought I would never see the day that little Peter Stark would be holding hands with a girl." "Just leave us alone Tommy, " I said angrily. "You don't want a loser like this, little girl. You want a real man, " said Tommy reaching out and touching Heather's arm. She pulled it violently away. Something in my mind snapped. I lost control. I balled up my fist and looked at Heather. "Run Heather!" I exclaimed. I followed with a shot to Tommy's stomach. It didn't affect him one bit. Heather got what was happening. She knew that I was making sure she would have enough time to get away from Tommy. She sprinted the other way down the path. "You got a lot of fucking nerve!" shouted Tommy. The wind went out of my lungs as he landed a punch right in my stomach. I doubled over as pain shot throughout my entire mid torso. I struggled to breathe but could not without more pain. "Don't ever get the idea you can hit me again you asshole, " said Tommy angrily. "I hope you lost your little girlfriend now after she saw what kind of a pussy you are." Tommy landed another punch into my face. It hurt like hell, but the fact that I could not breathe and the pain from my stomach was much worse at the time. I sensed that he left and I sat down on the path to recover from my beating. It was pretty much like all the others I had gotten. This was the first time I chose to fight back. Something about Heather made me do it. I remembered Heather and summoned all my will to stand and go off and find her. I made sure that I wasn't following Tommy back to the playground and then made my way carefully back. When I got there, I could not find her. I searched the entire playground for ten more minutes and gave up. Maybe Tommy was right. After she saw what kind of pussy I was, she gave up on me. I went and got my bike and pedaled home. I forgot all about going over to Bobby's to listen to his Zeppelin album. I was too depressed. I just sat home the rest of the day looking at an empty wall and thought of Heather. ------------------------- <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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