"Well Tony, it's been an eventful evening. I'm just going to tidy up all of this here. Would you like anything else, before I …" Angela was saying as Tony interrupted her.
"No Angela. You've been fantastic. I couldn't ask you to do another thing for me tonight. Well maybe just one, if you don't mind. I know this seems awkward, but I hope you don't mine. We've done it before, I don't see why we can't again, tonight anyway," Tony said. Well here goes nothing Micelli, he thought. I am a bit embarrassed to ask you, but would you stay in your bed with me tonight, Angela? I don't want to be alone tonight," he said, with his pouty lips and yearning in his brown puppy dog eyes.
"Tony. Sure, I'll stay with you, tonight. I can help keep an eye on you. Since you've been through so much. I don't mind. It will be fine," confirmed Angela. An-gel-la, oh there's no turning back now! You've agreed to share your bed with Tony, when you have a boyfriend. A boyfriend you seem to be far less attracted to, than your friend and housekeeper. You already know you have no self-control with this man. You just gave yourself a loaded gun, she thought.
"Oh, good Angela. Thank you. I really appreciate it and all. You know, you looking out for me. I'll be in good hands, with you still looking out for me," Tony said. She doesn't want Geoffrey, or she would've gone to another room, even if it was mine. She feels whatever is always between us, just as much as I do. She wants to explore it. It scares her too. But we got tonight to explore us. Man, I hope I don't fall asleep before we find out, he thought.
"Good that's settled. Let me get things cleaned up and then we can shut down and go to bed. But you can lay back and relax Tony. Who knows you might even dose off. Don't let me keep you up and keep you from falling asleep," Angela said.
With that, Angela began to gather all the first aid items and pack them on the night stand. She threw out all the things she wasn't able to reuse again. Angela made sure all the food and beverages were packed securely on her vanity. She then walked over to Tony and made sure he was still with dry and not wet covers. He confirmed that he was fine and tucked tightly for the night. Angela nodded.
"Well, I guess I'll just go get ready to turn in myself Tony. You don't have to wait up for me, you can go to sleep," Angela said.
"Alright Angela," Tony said. I'll just take a nap to regain my strength and maybe try and shake this headache. By the time she is ready for bed, I should have rejuvenated a little. Then we can maybe finish the night together, talking or well, getting more familiar with each other, thought Tony.
Tony watched Angela gather her fire engine red pajama shorts set and fresh panties from her drawers. Ah yes, she's coming to bed with satin and its button down, he thought, as he is familiar with her entire wardrobe. He noticed that she didn't grab a bra. No bra, that's good. I wish she didn't grab any panties either, he thought. She went into the hall and got fresh towels and face cloths. Then Angela looked back at him, and he pretended to close his eyes. She smiled, took her tennis shoes off near her vanity, and headed to her bathroom. She closed the door, but not all the way, she left it cracked to make sure she could hear Tony if he needed her. Damn, the door isn't cracked enough for me to get the view I want, he thought looking towards her bathroom.
Angela was so exhausted. She noticed her tub was a mess and the bathroom was too. But the shower was still clean. So, she grabbed her liquid soap, shampoo and conditioner, and turned her shower on. She placed the items on the shower rack. Then she took off her clothes, put them in the hamper, and got in the shower. As tired as Angela was, the warm water felt amazing hitting her throbbing body. She had been through so much physically. Even though she would've much rather took a bath and soaked, she didn't have the strength to clean her tub out first. This shower would do just right. She washed and conditioned her hair. She planned to let it air dry, sort of like she did at the motel they got stranded at when they got rained out at Kissing Rock. She washed all over, as she had been sweating all over the last few hours. With a small ounce of strength left, she turned the water off and exited the shower. She towel-dried her hair and tied it up in a turban wrap. Then she dried her entire body.
Oh, what the hell, I don't want anything constricting, I just want to be free. I wish I could go to bed naked, but that would never work lying in bed with Tony, she thought. So, she left her panties off, placing them in the drawer in her sink vanity. Then she slipped her satin shorts and top of her pajama set on, un buttoned. She put her towel on the side of the tub before sitting on the top stair to lotion her body. After she buttoned her top, she proceeded to put on some deodorant and brushed her teeth. She took a look in the mirror. She put on a small amount of night cream just to give herself a slight heavenly glow before she headed back into the bedroom. She left the light on in the bathroom and pulled the door closed.
Angela looked at Tony as she entered her bedroom. He was sleeping soundly, so she thought. Tony was really just resting his eyes, in anticipation of her return to the bed. Angela softly walked to the vanity and turned the light out. She tip-toed to the empty side of her bed and climbed in carefully, hoping not to wake Tony or disturb his physical position. As she adjusted herself in the bed, Tony pretended to open his eyes, as if she woke him up.
"Sorry Tony, did I wake you? I was trying to be quiet and not disturb you," she whispered.
"It's okay Angela. Are you alright? Do you have enough space," he asked?
"I have plenty of space Tony. I should be asking you that. Are you comfortable, can I help you with anything, before we turn in," Angela asked?
"Nah, I'm perfect, you've done everything I needed. I know I've said this already tonight, Angela, but you can't begin to understand how thankful I am for you putting yourself out there and taking real good care of me. I mean it was one thing for me to win the fight, but it's another to have you take good care of me, so I can recuperate. I couldn't have gotten through any of this, without you. So, thank you, Ange" Tony said.
Angela was laying down by now, as she was physically and mentally exhausted. She had played a lustful game of rushing roulette with Tony, gambling against her emotions, and relationship with Geoffrey. Her care for him was supposed to help him treat his body to recover from the impact of the boxing match. But to her disgrace, it's been overshadowed by their sex games. Plus, all the running around. Not to mention the actual boxing match. She heard Tony's heartfelt gratitude, but once her head hit the pillow, she wasn't much for discussion.
She mumbled, "Awh, you're welcome, Tony," really softly, but soon had drifted off to sleep.
Tony was disappointed that she conked out, as he was looking to lay in bed and talk with her; like they do downstairs on the couch. But he knew she was really tired. Tony whispered, "Good night, Angela".
He rolled in her direction to peck her lips, but ended up shifting the weight of his body towards her, forcing him on his side, facing her. Unconsciously, Angela extended her arms and embraced his body once she felt his physical presence. Tony's upper arm brushed against Angela's chest and he felt her breast flowing freely, uncaged.
Oh gosh, she's going to hold me all night. I'm not going to get any sleep; her scent, she smells amazing. I feel her tits through her PJs. What I wouldn't give to get another view, caress them, and kiss them? These towels and want not are real constricting. If my legs were free, I'd make sure my legs were wrapped around hers. Awh, who am I kidding? I just love being this close to her, even if it is a bit uncomfortable, he thought. He adjusted himself slightly so that he was a little more comfortable, but still in her embrace.
Tony began to feel a sudden sort of sensations, and arousal, mostly between his legs. Between his physical proximity to Angela and inhaling her natural scent, Tony was completely stimulated. He was also emotionally elated for all the tender and loving care she's bestowed upon him all night. Before he knew it, Tony was catching wood. He started thinking about big hairy balls and even Jonathan's cold blooded, scaly, and slimy friends; but no other thoughts could help Tony get in control. His erection was fast upon him and he couldn't think his way out of it. He was hoping she was really in a deep sleep because his only way out, would be to handle it himself.
Damn it, Micelli! You're literally caught between a rock and a hard place. Not a good time to be getting a boner while in her embrace! We've been playing with fire all night, and I can't put this flame out. She's pretty tired, maybe I can be subtle, and she won't wake up, he thought.
Tony reached between his legs and grabbed his junk and just held it. His eyes rolled back in his head, as all he could think of was images of her breasts, her uniquely located mole, and her neatly groomed, yet very hairy vagina. He wondered if her flower tastes as sweet as she was, and how soft her breast would be in his hands, in his mouth. Then Tony remembered when he stayed with Angela when her date appeared to cancel and they had dinner for two in the living room. The moment when she fell over laughing and his head was between her breast, those same breast that he'd just seen when he caught her naked stepping out of her bathtub; was the first time he recognized her scent since he'd been living with her. Tony's grip on his junk turned to a gentle wanking motion, trying to relax his sensation. "Huummm," he whispered.
Suddenly his mind switched to when he got her to finally shoot some hoops with him in her cocktail dress. He remembered the feeling of him rubbing his junk closely against her ass, like he needed to play so intensely to box her out. Then his mind raced to him and Angela kissing drunk in the kitchen after their flour fight of passion. Then he envisioned them 20 years ago as kids at summer camp kissing at Make Out Rock for fifty-seven seconds. Then all he could see was Angela wearing the fitted sheet in bed at the motel, and of him lying next to her, in the tiny bed, as they shared a set of pajamas. Another moan slipped from Tony's mouth; this time unaware. Angela began to slightly twitch as to wake up, but not completely. Tony never noticed her.
Tony then remembered sticking his foot in his mouth about how Michael was dumb enough to leave her and them dancing, ending with him dipping her, at Michael and Heather's wedding in LA. No matter when they danced, even when they did the Lindy at their first Christmas together; it's always magic. A smile extended across Tony's face, as his eyes remained close and he began to pace his breathing as he continued massaging his junk. Suddenly he remembered picking Angela up over his shoulders and carrying her out the door for the family's trip to Mexico. That time together in Mexico was magic as he watched her cut loose and enjoy herself. Then his mind wondered to when Jonathan had injured himself at his gymnastics meet and Angela came to the garage and wanted to try the rings. He snickered softly as he recalled holding her up, by cupping her butt in his hands til she grabbed hold of the rings hanging from the garage ceiling. As he snickered Angela's eyes began to flutter open and blink to regain focus. Tony of course, still didn't notice.
Then flashes of Angela and him at the altar at Paul and Isabel's wedding played in his mind like a flashback movie scene. Followed by them dancing at the reception, and then her moaning how good he was when he gave her a foot massage at home on the couch. "Oh Angela," Tony gasped.
By now Angela is wide awake and watching Tony pleasure himself before her, as he moans her name. Aghast by this display, she sits up in the bed, and cries, "Tony Micelli! How could you?"
"Angela … Holy Shit! I can explain," cried Tony.
Rub-A-Dub-Dub Chapter NINE