Part I

Love and Happiness

Angelica:

'Hey, hey, hey Flint, Michigan! Good Morning out there to you! It's Dougy Gee waking you up this early Monday morning to wish you a great start to your week! School is back in session, work is up to speed, coffee is brewing, pancakes are flipping, bacon is crisping, it's a good morning here in Michigan and I'm here to make it better. Its September so you know the weather is dying down from that scorching summer heat so bundle up today folks; looks like the average temperature for today is a high of sixty-six. Time to put away those shorts, switch them out for jeans and a cardigan, and grab a hot chocolate this morning instead of a frappe mocha!

I heard him smash the top of his alarm clock angrily as he rolled over to face the blinking red neon lights that read 6:45 a.m. I heard him groan and moan as he slowly forced himself out of bed, sitting on the edge for about five minutes in an attempt to gather himself before reaching down onto his carpeted floor to grab his boxers and discarded hooded sweatshirt. He retreated into his shared bathroom and all that was audible was the sound of his piss hitting the toilet bowl water. I took that as an opportunity to get up and quickly get dressed before his roommate came back from his 5 a.m. jog. I had a hangover like a motherfucker and needed a shower badly. I reeked of alcohol, musk, and sex. All I wanted to do was go home, take a shower, masturbate, and maybe pass out along the couch to a rerun of Jerry Springer. The last thing I wanted was for this idiot from damn Alaska to come up in here all chipper and shit with energy like a damn energizer battery at almost seven in the morning.

I did not intend to sleep over. Chuckie made that decision for me after we made love last night. I was out drinking with a few of my friends and got a little wasted. My friends thought it would be hilarious if I prank dialed Chuckie and told him that I was so fucked up and was going to screw a chicken if he didn't come and stop me. Somehow, I wouldn't be surprised if I did fuck a chicken. I was so horny last night, I dry humped a chair. We laughed and thought it was all fun and games until Chuckie actually DID show and ruin our fun. I don't even remember the conversation he and I had when he barged into the bar, but it was something to deal with underage, gang rape, and irresponsibility. Before you know it, I am being picked up by my boyfriend and slung over his arm as he carries me to his truck. I remember kicking and screaming and telling the bartender to call the police because I was being 'kidnapped'. Of course Charles being the gentleman he was raised to be ignored me and drove me back to his dorm to sleep off my current insanity. He knew that if I went home, I would have only drank more and probably would have fallen out in my own vomit. Next thing you know, I'm puking, dizzy, falling all over the goddamn place, having trouble brushing my teeth, popping Advil, drinking warm milk, and having slow and sensual sex with my beloved. God that was a good night.

Carefully putting on my flip-flops and retrieving my jacket from atop of the bookcase, I began to tiptoe my way out of the room. Usually I stay and cuddle after a night of passion but since he had class in less than an hour and I needed to pop in some type of medication as quickly as possible, there was no room for trying to get all 'lovey dovey' at the moment. Trying not to alert my beloved, I carefully opened the door to leave out of his room, quietly shutting it behind me with the least amount of noise if possible. I let out a sigh of relief when I was successfully home free and begin to rummage through my jacket pockets for my hair scrunchie and pack of Marlboros. I finally found the two and begin walking away from the dorm, tying my hair up into a messy pony-tail while propping a cigarette in my mouth, getting ready to light it. As usual in college, you have a few nosey motherfuckers that want to be in everyone's business but their own. Since Chuckie lived on a coed floor, a few girls that I walked past gave me this 'look' that screamed 'SHE'S A WHORE'. A few guys looked me up and down as a silent request to see if they could get in on the action as well. I rolled my eyes and flipped them all the bird, continuing to walk down the long-ass hallway with pride. Yes, me and my boyfriend of six years do in fact have sex. Duh. I almost reached the door before I felt someone yank my arm and twist me around like some rag doll. I was ready to fight and break out the can of mace I had in my jean pocket before I saw who it was. My rage downgraded into anger but nevertheless I was ready to go at it.

"CHARLES!" I shouted out at the orange-haired boy holding me. He held both my hands pinned above my head and trapped me between his hard body and the door of the building. If I wasn't so fucking pissed, I would have found the scene to be slightly erotic. His hard chest pressing against my full and ample breasts. His groin against my pelvis- with an erect member courtesy of 'Morning Wood'. Our lips practically touching from how close we were to one another. It was almost as if he wanted to fuck me right then and there.

He signed. "So, you were going to leave without saying anything?"

I let out a sigh of my own as he unclenched my wrists and took a few steps back. I got from against the door and maneuvered to the wall besides it. (There were students waiting to get in the building after all but were too caught up in our little scene to even care.) I propped another cigarette in my mouth, since my previous one somehow got lost between now and the attack serial killer Chuckie attempted on me, and took out a lighter.

"You know I hate when you smoke, right?" He commented. I rolled my eyes and lit the stick, taking a long drag and exhaling it to the side of me, careful not to get it anywhere near Chuckie. He was slightly asthmatic.

"I know, but you know I can't stop."

"Can we at least go outside so it can air out a little?"

"That's where I was going before you attacked me like some damn rapist or some shit." I snapped. Chuckie only shook his head before opening the door I was previously held prisoner against and followed me outside. I took a few more drags of my cigarette before putting it out against a tree. Chuckie hated talking to me when I smoked and the awkward silence between us as he watched me killed me. I just hated putting out a perfectly fresh stick. Packs aren't cheap. "So, aren't you going to get ready for class?"

"Why did you leave like that?" His voice was serious yet soft, almost hurt even. I exhaled a deep breath. "What was that about, Gelly?"

"You have a 7:30 class and I did not want to keep you." I lied. Truth is, I wanted to snuggle and maybe grab a quick bite to eat from McDonalds or something but my hangover was killing me and I needed to take some type of medication. Besides, my Zoloft and Celexa was beginning wearing off and I felt shitty. "It's lucreative you go to class."

"Lucrative?"

I smacked my lips. "Yes, Webster! Damn, I know what I said." He knows how much I hate when he corrects me on stupid shit. I know I fuck up words sometimes but does he have to correct me? These are the times that I hate when my boyfriend was so fucking smart. "You know I don't like it when you make me feel stupid." And I sure as hell was far from it. I may be going to community college for the first two years but my high ACT score said otherwise.

"Sorry, Gelly." He moved closer to me and wrapped me in his arms for a deep embrace. I could smell him. He smelt of me. He smelt of us. "Just answer my question."

"I just told you Finster." I looked up at him. Over the years Chuckie got taller. He was an even 6'0 ft and was still thin and lanky as ever but muscular to a degree. His once untamed orange mass he called hair was now short and slightly spiky like his father's. Those huge purple binoculars he called glasses back in middle-school were replaced with black sleek rectangular frames. His braces were removed our junior year in high school so his teeth were perfectly aligned and bright. His once cracked and somewhat feminine voice grew deeper and much more masculine as his face dawned a nicely trimmed Johnny Depp goatee. I was getting horny just looking at him and I needed to go. "You have class and I have to go."

"I can miss out on this lecture if you need me to, Gelly." He kissed my lips softly, "It's biology lecture. Nothing important."

God, he was sweet. "No, Chuckie go. I have to go home anyway." I wanted to get out of his embrace so badly but I was getting hornier by the second just being up against him. His morning wood wasn't helping much either.

He lifted an eyebrow and brought me closer. I moaned lowly as I felt that familiar sensation down between my legs. God I needed to fuck something quick. "Angelica…"

"Chuckie." I practically moaned. I wanted him so badly, and being a sex-addict made things worse. Chuckie just thought my libido was higher than normal for women. At the most, he thought I was hyper-sexual. Being a sex-addict, I needed sex and when I could not get it, I had to do something to relive myself of that ache in order to reach my climax. If I didn't, certain places would begin to throb and cause real physical pain. "Chuckie…"

He looked down on me and studied me closely. Here I was practically clenching my legs together in order to keep myself from jumping on him right then and there as he looked at me as if I was to have an epileptic seizure. "Gelly, baby, what's wrong? You alright?"

I nodded quickly and closed my eyes. All I could envision was his thick rod entering my wet cavern and pounding it until I wept in pleasure. I needed to leave. "Chuckie, go to class!" I barked, finally removing myself from him. "I have to go." I began to walk towards the bus stop but of course he speedily came after me, yanking me close to him again for the second time. This time I was not angry nor did I have a reason to try and pretend to be. The only thing I wanted to do was fuck Chuckie and fuck him now.

"Angelica," he began, "Please baby, talk to me. You ok? First you leave, then you get angry with me, and now you are…"

"Horny as fuck." I whisper before sealing his lips in a kiss. I wanted to tongue him down but I almost forgot we were in front of his dormitory building and not only were there students coming in and out of the building, it was also a shit load of camera strategically placed everywhere. I was not trying to have an audience. I broke the kiss and gazed into his eyes. "Please let me go, Chuckie. You have class soon and I am going to make you late."

He smirked and placed his hand under my chin, bringing my face up to meet his. I couldn't help but blush and turn away. "Angelica, I rather spend my morning with you."

"But…" He shut me up with another kiss, this time with a force and passion that drove me wild. He trailed the kiss from my lips downward to my neck, behind my ear precisely. He began to nibble on my earlobe and suck on my neck. If I didn't know better, he was trying to give me a love bite. Chuckie knew what he was getting himself into. He knows where my 'spots' are and how to trigger them the hardest. I was his instrument and he was the maestro, conducting a symphony that only he knew and could play so goddamn well.

"Angelica" he whispered, "Let's go back into my room and finish this ok?"

"But you have class." I tried to make sense of everything. I wanted him to the point where I was close to crying if I did not get it. On the other hand, I wanted him to go to class. He was on academic scholarship so his grades were crucial to his attendance at the university. I could not be so selfless as to make him give into my needs without considering all that he would be giving up in being with me. No matter how much I wanted his cock. I pulled away from his touch. It pained me like a motherfucker but I had to do it. "Chuckie, I would be a terrible girlfriend if I allowed you to miss one of your lectures."

He smiled and kissed my cheek. "Don't worry about me, Gelly. My next class is at two and that is plenty of time to catch up on the notes I will miss."

"Finster…"

He quieted me with another kiss, this time it was slow and passionate. It was the type of kiss that makes you feel lightheaded and ignorant to everything around you. It was the type of kiss you get when you know you are in love. I grinned slightly and returned the favor, wrapping my arms around my lover's neck for a deeper embrace. I no longer wanted him, I needed him.

He pulled away slowly, his eyes still intertwined with mine. "Angelica, please stop worrying. One lecture will not hurt."

"Carrot-top…" I tried to gain one last ounce of resistance before my hormones took over. I was so wet and so ready for him. "Are you…"

Chuckie interrupted me by taking my hand and guiding me back through the doors of his dormitory. Before you know it, me and him are having wild and passionate sex on his twin XL bed. The springs were creaking loudly, the bed frame was repeatedly knocking against the wall, the music we played to attempt to mask our lovers game was an epic failure because my screams and moans were loud enough for people to hear over the music. I don't even remember when we undressed each other or how we got into this predicament but I was elated and could give two fucks. I was with the man I loved and he was making wild passionate love to me. That was all that mattered.

Chuckie flipped me over from being on top to becoming in a submissive position underneath his chiseled body. He may have been skinny but he sure as hell was more than skin and bones. I began to run a slick finger down along the lines of his pectorals, trailing down to his rippled abdomen, and finally landing in a nest of small orange curls. I wanted to feel him go in and out of me. He let out a small groan when I griped the base of his shaft as he entered me. I felt our bodies touch and become one in the most intimate way possible. Him inside of me felt so right. I began to run my hand along his shaft as his pace quickened, his groans growing louder. I saw the beads of sweat form in the crevices of his forehead, his eyes close slowly as unspoken volumes of pleasure enveloped my beloved. I spread my legs wider so he could have better access to what was his as well as to more firmly grip him. I started to stroke him as he stroked me, feeling the moist essence of me along his smooth and silky porcelain skin conjoined with his seed. He never once opened his eyes but I did not care. His groans grew to bigger heights as he quickened the rhythm and tempo. I couldn't help but become lost in the painful pleasure Chuckie was giving me as I threw my head back into his pillow.

I couldn't take it anymore. I released his shaft and used both hands to hold onto the headboard as my love began to pound into me, the sound of skin hitting skin so fucking erotic that it made me climax at least three times. I closed my eyes and moaned out his name proudly to the heavens as he brought me closer to that peak of ecliptic bliss and rapture. His hands moved from being wrapped around my waist to being embedded upon my ankles. I felt him stop and immediately opened my eyes. I was so close. How could he stop in midstride!

"…" I breathed out, half frustrated, half pleadingly, "Please, don't stop."

He didn't reply with words but instead with actions. He pulled my frame closer to the edge of the bed as he stood up, never letting go of my ankles nor leaving me. I immediately realized what he was planning to do and braced myself for the waves of pure gratification that were about to wash over me. Standing, Chuckie began his beat, it was medium/fast- just how I liked it- and my moans increased. He spread my legs wider and stroked faster, my grip on the headboard lessening due to the force and feeling that was unexplainable. I could feel his sack hit against me along with his pelvis as he stroked in and out. I could tell he was close as well because when he is, he begins to swear. I came for the fourth time seconds later and clenched my kegal muscles around his penis to quicken his. He howled and quickly exited me. I sat up and inched over to the edge of the bed and quickly wrapped my mouth around his penis. I began bobbing my head and fondling with his sack, trying to please him in every way possible.

He screamed 'Fuck' before he coated my mouth with his unique flavor. I swallowed every bit of it and licked the remnants of his shaft before he collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and ready to take a well-deserved nap. I smiled and went up to kiss his lips. He could barely keep his eyes open and I giggled before snuggling deep inside his chest. He was drenched with sweat but I didn't care. I loved every bit of him.

"A-Angelica…"

"Yes, Chuckie?"

"I love you." He breathed out before drifting off to sleep. I looked up at his sleeping form and kissed his lips once more.

"I love you too, Chuckie." I took his right hand and kissed it delicately. "I just hope you'll always love me."