After the MacManus threesome I needed something sweet. So here we go with that little Charmer Van ;)

Angel of Innocence and Van

Van was sitting on the lake in front of their house, looking over to the place he once lived and where his friend used to live before he drowned in the lake. He had it all. The white picket fence. A family. His friend had it too but they weren't accepting him. They wouldn't believe he was into boys. But that didn't matter to him. Now he lost another friend. It seems he was born to lose everything. His dad was still grumpy but tryin' to get better. His two other friends were still criminals and he was completely single. Since the day he drowned Van never went into the water again. He just couldn't. He was there. He could have saved him. But who was saving him now? He felt himself drowning inside of him. He wanted the fun back. Van was sitting there for a while and then decided to drive around with his bike. He did that a lot to get his head clean.

She was walking around that new town. Her parents still busy talking to that guy that sold them their house. She couldn't believe her parents would drag her from a big town in America, just to live in the middle of nowhere.
She sat down on a bench and watched the people crossing the street, the cars driving by and couldn't help herself but notice that they all looked like massmurderers. Why the hell was she here?
Some time later a guy on a bike drove past her. Blonde hair, thin and his eyes focused on the street but looking as if he was miles away. She couldn't help herself but find him attractive. He stopped his bike at the end of the street and tried to bring his hair back in place with his hand. He was wearing camouflage shorts and a black wife beater. She found herself staring at him and walking towards him. If she was living in this town she sure as hell should make some friends, right?
He was talking to some guys, smoking and just when she was turning around to get back where she came from she heard him say: Hey girl. Who are you? Don't know you. Ya' new? She turned around. Yeah. Just moving in. He smiled and his friends stared at her. Do you have a name? Yes. She smirked.
So? So what? He raised his eyebrows. Will ya' tell us? No. His friends started to laugh and said: We go. You have fun with that one. Fuck off , was all the blonde said.
Why won't you tell? , he asked and came closer.
I don't know you. Oh come on. Don't start that Don't talk to strangers crap . My name is Van. I live at the lake. So, now you know me. He smirked and blew smoke out of his mouth.
Pff. She turned around heading back to her parents. When she looked back he was still standing there. She waved and entered the building her parents were still doing paperwork. She smiled because maybe. Just maybe this was not going to be such a bad place to live.

One week later

She was sitting by the lake, when she noticed him. He was on the opposite site, smoking, his head down to his chest, feet in the water. He was only wearing shorts. No shirt. Even from this distance she could see some dark patterns on his skin. Tattoos. She decided to swim across the lake. Her parents were out, buying furniture.

He saw her swimming towards him and he smiled. He was wondering when he would see his new neighbors. After the accident the family that lived in his old house moved away again. Not able to live near the place their son drowned.
She stopped some meters before she reached him and looked at him. Hi Van! Hi Miss Noname. They smiled. Wanna swim? , she asked.
I don't swim. What? You live by a lake but you don't swim? Not anymore. She nodded and remembered that her parents told her about the accident and that there was someone with the dude when he drowned. Somehow she knew it was Van.
Okay. Give me a hand? He nodded, stood up and pulled her out of the water. Then both of them sat down, their feet still in the water. How do you like it here? She looked at him. His blue eyes wandering over her face, a half sided smile, the mole over his lip. He looked good. I think I start to like it better now. Was she flirting? She never did that. But she couldn't help herself.
I could show you some places? Maybe listen to music and watch movies. Do you like movies? Of course. And it would be great if you can show me some good places. Maybe right now? 'Course. Wanna swim back or should I drive you? I will swim. Meet you in 30? He nodded and smiled when she jumped into the water. And he had a good idea where he would take her first because he really wanted to kiss her. He knew he should be slow and gentle but he just needed to kiss her soft lips and wipe away that innocent smile.

Half an hour later he was picking her up. She was wearing blue jeans, an old black shirt and her hair was tied together. He gave her a helmet and she swung herself on the bike, arms around his waist. She was nervous and she nearly collapsed when she put her arms around his body. But she wanted to seem confident and chilled. Inside she was already feeling weak and out of control because one thing was for sure. She wanted to kiss him and maybe she wanted a bit more than that. Ever since she had seen him on this bike, with this goddamn half smirk and those eyes, she wanted him. And she never wanted to get away from him, lose him or let go of him.

He drove them to a little spot in the woods, parked his bike on a little track and took her hand. Come on. Let me show you a place I go when I want to be all by myself. He smirked and they were wandering through the woods for a while. She liked the feeling of her hand in his and she started stroking his hand with her thumb. He stopped and looked at her, the smirk back on his face.
A bit further and they reached a little meadow and a bench that was covered in green ivy. The place looked completely untouched. She smiled. This was a bit cheesy and kind of romantic. Nice place she stated and watched him scan the place for other people. Then he placed himself in front of her. He came closer until his hips collided with hers and he was pushing her against a tree. His left hand still holding hers and his right hand on her cheek. I want to kiss you , he whispered.
She nodded. What else is there to say? He placed his lips on her mouth, gently, barely touching. He looked at her again and when she nodded he kissed her again. A bit more passionate. A bit more wanting. It was her who finally opened her lips, her tongue sliding over his lips. They kissed for a very long time or maybe seconds, neither of them could tell. He wrapped his arms around her and she could feel his erection pressing against her middle.
Van stopped kissing her, trying to gather some breath. His heart beating very fast. He looked at her, her eyes were still closed and she was holding his hips, her hands made her way under his shirt, touching skin, shoving his shirt up. She opened her eyes and he helped her get rid of his shirt. She leaned against him I want to feel you Van. Van started opening her jeans, while she was opening his belt. He reached for the back pocket and grabbed the condom he had put there. They were kissing while they were undressing each other. Is this your first time? , he managed to ask. She nods. It was. Don't worry angel. I will not hurt you. If I do, say it. I will now put on the condom. Relax. She smiled and he smiled back, rolling the condom over his erection. She looked at him. She had never seen a guy naked but she liked what she saw even if, for a second, she thought that he was way too huge to fit into her. But then she remembered that a baby can make his way out, then a dick can make his way in. He looked at her and started touching her tights, watching her reaction when his fingers moved to her clit. He started rubbing that sensitive spot which made her close her eyes and moan. Van stopped, grabbed her and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around him, her arms crossed behind his neck. He slowly slided into her. She grabbed his hair. Did I hurt you? No. It's just...new. She wasn't expecting this. He filled her out completely. Her back was leaning against the tree, one of his arms around her waist and one hand holding her head. He slowly started thrusting into her. They looked at each other and kissed. They went on like this for a while, both letting out little noises of pleasure. He stopped once, still holding her, not wanting to let go of her or slide out of her. He let himself fall down to his knees and then lay back, so she was on top of him. She looked a bit surprised by it but then started moving, while Van stroked her clit with one hand and reached under her shirt and her bra to play with one nipple. She was beautiful and he could already feel his orgasm coming. She was groaning by now and her walls getting tighter. She looked at him, eyes dark full of lust...And that was the moment that drove him over the edge. He was holding back a scream by placing a fist to his mouth. She was riding out her orgasm which hit her seconds after his own. She collapsed on top of him and was kissing his neck. He held her for a while and kissed every spot he could reach.
One thing was sure, he would take care of her and make sure that he won't lose her. Because she was exactly what he needed. It wasn't your first time, was is? She asked. He shook his head. No. She nodded. I don't know what to say? How about your name? I can't call you Angel of Innocence anymore. She laughed. I like that name. I am serious. Will ya finally gimme your name? We fucked, kissed and we are cuddling. I wanna scream your name next time. That made her laugh. My name is XY He kissed her and whispered: I will call you Angel forever. You are my little Angel. Good. Because you are my devil. She grinned and placed her head onto his chest.

She should thank her parents for dragging her here. She already fell in love with him. Who could resist him? Nobody.