There was a lot I hated about being a socially awkward nineteen-year-old. But the thing I hated most? Not being able to tell the woman of my dreams that I loved her. Like, literally not being able to say those words. And why couldn’t I? Because Angel was my mom’s best friend. She was also beautiful and sweet, and twenty years my senior.
But the biggest reason I couldn’t tell Angel how I felt? When I tried to say more than two words to her, I got flustered and tongue-tied. She was always really nice about it, giving me a sympathetic smile and hurrying to fill the silence I’d created. Still, the idea of her finding me attractive was beyond the realm of possibility.
To make matters even worse, Angel had a son named Clayton. He and I had gone to school together and had just finished our freshman year at different colleges. Though our moms were best friends, he loathed me. Of course, the feeling was mutual. Clayton was the typical jock; the girls fell all over him. He and his crowd had always shunned people like me.
When I arrived at Angel’s house late one afternoon in May, not long after I’d gotten back into town, my stomach lurched at the sight of Clayton’s car in the drive. I’d hoped he would be out. But maybe he’d changed, I told myself. A lot of people did once they left high school.
And I wasn’t going to let him deter me from seeing his mother. My mom had recently borrowed a pair of strappy heels from Angel; she’d wanted a nice pair of shoes to wear out to her anniversary dinner with Dad. Now that their big night had come and gone, she needed to return the heels. I immediately volunteered to stop by Angel’s house on my way to the library.
“You don’t mind, Finley?” Mom asked.
“Not at all,” I replied, a little too quickly.
She brushed my dark hair out of my eyes and stood on tiptoes to kiss my forehead. “Such a good boy. Thanks for doing this.”
As I now stood on the front porch and rang the bell, I tried to look confident. I heard Angel’s voice faintly call from somewhere in the house. Then, louder, closer, Clayton’s shouted-back response: “I’m getting it! Jesus!”
He pulled the door open, looking pissed at being disturbed. As soon as our eyes met, I realized he hadn’t changed at all. In a snug T-shirt and shorts, he was the same asshole I remembered.
I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, suddenly uncomfortable. “Hi, Clayton. I have these for Angel.” I held up the heels I carried.
“She let you borrow those?” he said with a snort. “Hope you had fun in them.”
Somehow, I managed not to roll my eyes. “Can you let her know I’m here?”
Clayton curled his upper lip, then reluctantly stepped aside so I could enter the living room. One of his buddies was on the couch, a video game controller in his hand. He took one look at me carrying the heels and cracked up laughing.
“Hey, Mom!” Clayton bellowed. “Finley’s done wearing your shoes!”
Not for the first time, I wished I was even half as strong as Clayton. I would have loved to punch him in the fucking face. I was a little taller, but not enough to make a difference. Not when he could have snapped my wiry frame in two.
Clayton went back to the couch, sinking onto it beside his friend. Though they returned to their game, he shot me a sidelong glance. “You’re still a fucking weirdo, Finley. I guess some things never change.”
At that very moment, Angel appeared in the living room. Only briefly did she register my presence near the door, for it was clear by her outraged expression that she’d heard what her son had said.
“Clayton!” she shouted, loud enough to make both him and his friend jump. “How dare you speak to Finley like that? He is a guest in our house!”
I stared at her, trying to hide my astonishment. Angel was petite, probably no more than five feet, three inches tall, but at that moment, she looked downright intimidating. She tossed her wavy blonde hair back from her face, as if it would get in the way of her scolding.
“Christ, I was just joking,” Clayton muttered, his eyes glued to the television screen.
“You apologize right now!” Angel ordered, striding toward the couch. Clayton’s friend immediately put down his controller, sensing trouble.
“I’m not apologizing for a joke, Mom!”
Angel leaned forward to yank the controller from his grasp. When he let out a squawk of protest, she hurled it to the floor. The sound of it clattering against the hardwood made me gasp.
Clayton stared up at her in disbelief. “What the hell?!”
Standing upright again, Angel pointed at the door. “Get out. Don’t come back here until you’ve learned some manners.” Her blue eyes, normally so warm and kind, were icy cold as she regarded her son.
“Where am I supposed to go?” Clayton stared at Angel as if she were a stranger.
“Go to your dad’s, for all I care! You act more and more like him every day.” She spat out those words, making them sound like the worst insult in the world. I knew from my mom that Angel’s divorce from Clayton’s father a couple of years ago had been ugly.
Clayton’s face was mottled with barely contained fury, but he had enough sense to keep his mouth shut and do what Angel said. In practically no time, he and his friend had cleared out, tires screeching as they left in his car.
Throughout it all, I remained close to the door, still holding those heels. I had no idea what to say or do. Should I put them down and say a quick goodbye? Should I try to act like none of that had just happened?
Angel’s eyes met mine then. Her smile was gentle and tinged with sadness. “Finley, I’m so sorry.”
I wanted to tell her it was okay, that what Clayton said wasn’t her fault. But when I opened my mouth, all I managed to get out was, “I… I…”
Closing the distance between us, Angel took the heels from me. “I hope your mom liked them.”
“She did,” I said, then fell silent, afraid to trip over my words again.
Angel placed the shoes next to a chair, out of the way. When she straightened back up, a strand of hair had fallen into her eyes. My fingers ached to brush it back for her, but thank God I didn’t succumb to that urge. Instead, I allowed her to do it. Still, I couldn’t help but sweep my gaze over her outfit. She wore a royal blue sundress, and her feet were bare. Briefly, my stare settled on her breasts. When I noticed her nipples were hard, my cock twitched in my shorts.
I was stunned when she slipped her arms around my waist, drawing me into a hug. “It’s so good to see you. How was your first year at college?”
I held out my hands, desperately trying to decide what to do with them. Finally, I let my palms rest on Angel’s back. I dared to tighten my embrace. Damn, she smelled good. Breathing in, I caught a hint of lavender. “It was…” I floundered for the right adjective. “It was good.” I sounded like a fucking idiot.
Pulling back a little, she beamed up at me. “Your mom is so proud of you. She said you made the dean’s list.”
I merely smiled and nodded.
Angel’s expression suddenly darkened. “Clayton barely kept his GPA high enough to avoid getting kicked out. I tell myself his dad is paying his tuition, so it’s not my problem, but…” Her voice trailed off. “I’m honestly ashamed of how he’s turned out. Sometimes, I can barely stand to look at him.”
I grew very still, clueless as to how to respond. She obviously longed to be comforted and reassured. “He’s nineteen, but he still, uh, has some growing up to do, I guess.” When Angel searched my face, I sensed she wanted me to say more. I’d done well to get that thought out! “He’ll change. For the better,” I added with a firm nod.
She nodded, too, but I wasn’t sure she believed me. “I hope you’re right. But I’m not letting him back in this house until he proves he’s willing to. Let his father deal with him.”
Our arms were still around each other. I felt the warmth of her skin against mine. Her smile returning, she straightened the collar of my polo shirt. “You sure do look handsome. I bet you got lots of attention from those college girls.”
My face flushed. Did she really think I was good-looking? Or was she just trying to take the sting out of Clayton’s insult?
I did myself no favors by replying with brutal honesty. “Actually, I’ve… I’ve never… never had a girlfriend. It’s difficult for me to…” Lowering my head, I felt my face grow even hotter. This was humiliating. Would it always be this way? Why was life so cruel, rendering me practically speechless when I was holding the most beautiful woman in the world?
“Oh, sweetie.” She pressed her cheek against my chest, her hand moving comfortingly over my back. “You just haven’t met the right one yet.”
“I have, though,” I whispered.
“What was that?” She was still hugging me tight.
“I have her in my arms right now,” I blurted out.
Angel froze for several seconds before finally lifting her head and meeting my eyes. She looked perplexed, as though she thought she’d misunderstood me. But whatever she saw in my eyes made my meaning clear.
“Oh, Finley…”
“I love you, Angel.” As soon as I spoke those words, I wished the floor would open up and swallow me.
She gave me one of those sympathetic smiles I was all too familiar with. Then she gently, quietly, outlined all the reasons it couldn’t work between us: our age difference, her friendship with my mom. She was kind enough not to add that she couldn’t possibly be interested in someone like me. Instead, she stroked my cheek, and I leaned into her touch. “If I were your age,” she murmured, “I’d be all over you.”
I swallowed hard, feeling a little sick. She was lying in order to spare my feelings. Shaking my head, I slowly withdrew from her. “You don’t need to say that, Angel. Really. And I… I shouldn’t have said…” I cleared my throat in frustration. “I shouldn’t have said what I did.”
I turned, starting for the door. I’d never be able to see her again, not after this. If she came over to our house, I’d be forced to hide away. I was mortified as well as heartbroken.
“Hey.” Angel grabbed my hand. “Wait.”
I couldn’t look at her, so she pressed a hand to my face and turned my head in her direction. Again, she pulled me close. Despite my humiliation, I craved that intimacy.
And then Angel, the sexiest woman on the planet, wove her fingers through my hair and guided my lips to hers.
I released a startled cry, which was muffled by her mouth. My eyes flew wide open, but when I saw that hers were closed, I followed her lead. Oh my God, we were actually kissing! Her lips were warm and soft, slow to part. Yet when they did, her tongue eagerly sought out mine. She forgave my clumsiness, even moaning as my own tongue began exploring her mouth.
Finally, she broke the kiss, breathing faster. Her gaze moved downward, lingering on my groin. In seconds, I’d gotten hard, my erection prominent beneath my shorts. She stared at the evidence of my arousal for a long time, then whispered, “You can’t ever tell your mom about this. It would ruin our friendship.”
“I promise I won’t,” I replied in a rush. “I won’t tell anyone. Ever. You can trust me.”
She lifted her head, her smile tender. “I know I can, baby. And that’s why I’m going to do this.”
Angel led me to the couch. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she guided me onto it. My heart was pounding in my chest; my dick was so hard that it hurt. When she started to position me so that I was lying down, I hurried to take off my shoes. All the while, I had to remind myself not to hyperventilate.
Staring up at her, I realized she looked completely different. There was something almost… needy in her eyes. I found myself wondering how long it had been since a man had touched her. Mom mentioned that Angel had dated a few times since her divorce, but she never got serious with anyone.
Now, she rested on her knees, between my spread legs, while I placed my head on a throw pillow. It was as if I was in a daze, watching her work at the button and zipper of my shorts. “Lift up a little, sweetie,” she said.
I immediately raised my ass so she could pull down my shorts and underwear. My rock-hard dick sprang into view, making her smile.
“Oh, that is nice!” Angel purred. “Those college girls don’t know what they’re missing.”
Gently, she circled her fingers around my shaft, making me whimper. Already, my pre-cum was flowing, and she leaned forward to taste it. My groan was embarrassingly loud, but Angel didn’t seem to mind. She was too busy swirling her tongue around my cockhead.
Looking up at me, her eyes were full of lust. “That tastes so good, Finley. Got any more for me?”
My breath hitched in my chest. “I… I…” Fuck, I was back to stammering again.
“I bet you do.” Angel wrapped her lips around my tip and began suckling.
The sight was almost more than I could bear. Holy shit, my balls were already too tight. I closed my eyes for a moment and tried to control my breathing.
“Do you like that, baby?” she asked, her breath warm on my skin.
“Sooo much!” I replied. “I’m getting too excited.”
“That’s okay.” Angel started licking my erection from base to tip. “You can come whenever you want. I just want you to feel good, okay? I have no doubt you’ll get nice and hard for me again really soon. And when you do? I want to take this big dick inside my pussy.”
My cock pulsed fiercely in her hand, making her giggle. To my horror, my hips began moving of their own accord, thrusting upward. Yet Angel was unfazed, letting me drive my dick through the circle her fingers formed around it.
When I finally managed to subdue my rutting, she again took me between those gorgeous lips. I stared down at her, feeling completely at her mercy. Oh fuck, she was inching her mouth lower, and lower still! When her nose grazed my closely trimmed pubes, I had to swallow back a cry. Her throat was exquisitely tight around my cock.
“Angel, I’m gonna come,” I warned in a quavering voice. “I’m sorry, but I can’t hold back any longer!”
She didn’t stop her oral pleasuring. Instead, she began bobbing her head up and down, seemingly determined to bring me to climax.
Moments later, she succeeded in doing just that. I came while shuddering violently, my muscles pulled taut and my hips struggling to buck again. I managed not to drive my dick into Angel’s throat as she expertly sucked me dry. I heard her loud gulp, and another tremor coursed through me at the realization that she was eagerly swallowing my cum.
Lifting her head, she gasped for breath. A trace of my semen lingered on her lower lip, and she was quick to gather it up with her tongue.
“Thank you so much!” I blurted out. “That was… it was… fuck, it was incredible!”
Angel flashed a wanton smile. “It’s been a while since I’ve given head. Glad I haven’t lost my touch.” She set about licking remnants of cum from my shaft. When her tongue flicked against my frenulum, I shivered from how sensitive it still was.
Slowly, she sat back up and began pulling her dress over her head. She had on a simple gray bra and panty set, and her nipples looked harder than ever. I discovered she had an intricate tattoo above her left hip, comprised of flowers and vines.
“That’s beautiful,” I said, extending my hand so I could brush my fingers over her inked skin.
“I got that when I was around your age,” she said. “Clayton’s dad always hated it.”
“He never did deserve you.”
Again, I feared I’d said the wrong thing. But when my eyes locked with Angel’s, I realized that for perhaps the first time in my life, I’d spoken the right words.
She hurried to remove her bra, and all it took was a glimpse of her bare breasts for my dick to harden again. Those round globes were so firm, and her stiff, pink nipples practically begged to be suckled. Her body was plenty toned; I knew she worked out a lot. And when she lowered her panties, I found that her pussy was completely smooth. The sight made my erection sway, as if to beckon to her warm, wet flesh.
Angel giggled at that involuntary movement. “I knew it wouldn’t take you long to recover!” Stretching her naked body out over mine, she was careful of my dick. When she again kissed me, I wasn’t shy about welcoming her tongue into my mouth. The woman had given me my first blowjob, one which it didn’t seem possible to improve upon, and I was perfectly willing to show my gratitude with that sensual kiss. I was also relieved to be getting better at the act.
She scooted upward a little farther until her breasts were level with my lips. As I took one nipple in my mouth, I fondled the other. Angel released a moan of such visceral pleasure that I couldn’t resist eagerly sucking her tit.
“Mmm, you’ve gotten me so wet!” she breathed.
While I gave each nipple equal attention, my dick returned to full hardness. “You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen, Angel,” I murmured against her breast.
“You’re sexy, too, Finley. You just don’t realize it yet.” She slid back down, her nipple escaping my mouth. Planting a knee on either side of my hips, she spread her outer pussy lips apart, letting me see her flushed inner folds. “But I think you’re about to find out.”
