A/N: This chapter fits between chapters 15 and 16 of Bobby and Jess Take Phoenix. I anticipate additional chapters.
TW: Minor SA reference in one marked paragraph.
Chapter One: First Date
There was too much fabric between them. Two baggy sweatshirts rustled and crumpled within the midweight double sleeping bag. They had been kissing for some time, and their cheeks were ruddy against the cold air of the desolate vista point. Finally, Angela had had enough. She squirmed her torso out of the confined space and rid herself of her sweatshirt, revealing the tank top underneath. Immediately, Tony's hands were on her bosom.
"Yours too," she said.
"You always want me to take off my shirt," he pretended to complain.
"It's not my fault you're built like a Greek god," she protested, wrestling his sweatshirt off. He had a tight white undershirt on, and she gripped his bare biceps while he kissed her again. She was glad her jeans weren't too tight to straddle him comfortably. When he began to toy with the hem of her tank top, she got impatient, peeling his shirt up and licking a nipple while she groped his abs. She moved down his body, planting smooches all over his chest and stomach.
"Jesus," he groaned as she slowed at his waistband. Her kisses became more sensual, less frenetic, and he wondered how far she was willing to go. "Um, this is a borrowed sleeping bag," he reminded her as she unbuttoned his jeans.
"Oh yeah," she realized, sitting up on his lap.
"Doesn't mean we can't do other things," he suggested. "We're all alone out here," he said, unhooking her bra under her tank top and bringing his hands around to cup her breasts. She looked around, seeing nothing but the wilderness, and acquiesced, peeling off her tank top and letting her bra straps slide down. He took a minute to observe her normally shy and flat nipples harden into sharp points. "You're beautiful," he told her, pressing a kiss to the valley of her chest and pushing the soft flesh against his cheeks.
"Are you motorboating me?" she chuckled. "That's for women who are better endowed."
"Your tits can do anything a pair of double Ds can do," he said confidently, kissing the small swells while he held them in both hands. She found his mouth again, letting him fondle her. Then he kissed his way down her neck, reinforcing the four-day-old hickeys that had begun to fade.
"No, stop that," she objected. "I don't want to have to use concealer on my first day of work."
He responded by holding her nipple between his teeth, startling, but not hurting her. After a second of shock, she held his head, encouraging him to lick at the peak. Gibberish fell from her mouth as he expertly folded his tongue and began to suckle, rubbing at the other side with his thumb.
"Your boobs are like marshmallows. The fancy, handmade ones. They taste like heaven," he gushed, switching to the other side. She considered what his hands and mouth might feel like between her legs. Heat had started to gather down there, and she wondered how she could be so exposed to the cold air without feeling a chill. She arched her back and pushed further into his mouth. It felt like her entire body was in a warm bath when he sucked steady and deep. Every so often, he'd break his latch to nibble and flick at her nipple, heightening her arousal before softening his tongue and swirling it around. Somehow, he never let up stroking and rolling the tip of the other breast, just the way he'd learned the previous week. She was throbbing with need, beginning to feel a little desperate to come.
He continued to slurp at her until a car passed along the road at full speed. They slid down, hiding in the bed of the truck, giggling, kissing and groping until she broke the spell. "We should go home."
"Oh, alright," he said, disappointment plain in his voice.
"Home to our comfortable bed," she clarified, underlining the remark with a long lick up his clean-shaven neck.
"Oh, I see."
"There's something I've been wanting to do for you," she said, running her hand up the crotch of his jeans and gripping his erection through the denim. With her intentions clear, she began to dress, putting on her bra, tank top, and sweatshirt and climbing out of the bed of the truck. He straightened his undershirt and pulled his sweatshirt over his head.
They played music on the way home, and she kept a hand on his thigh, reminding him of what was to come without distracting him too much from driving. Although it was very late, Mona was still up. She clocked the disheveled couple right away, telling them that the kids had been in bed for some time and locking herself away in her suite.
"Give me a minute to freshen up," Angela requested. She brushed her teeth, washed her face, and peed before undressing and making a few swipes with a damp washcloth. A whore's bath, she remembered her sorority sister Trish calling it. Tony had fucked her. Did she clean herself up the same way before? Or after? She had to put it out of her mind. It was more than a year ago, and they didn't even exist in the same dimension anymore. She wondered if Trish had mourned either of them, or the mother who had hosted her during the Thanksgiving break she wasn't talking to her own parents, or the two kids she compelled to call her Aunt. If not, how upset could she be? None of them were actually dead. This was the most alive she had felt in ages. She put on her robe and opened the door.
"My turn," Tony said, scanning her and quickly realizing that she was naked under the pink terry. He went into the bathroom and unknowingly performed a similar process to his partner's, deciding to come out in his boxers. Full frontal nudity felt like too much, despite where he expected the night to end. "Here we are," he announced with a quaver, hating the words as soon as they left his mouth.
"Relax. We're in charge here, right? Isn't that what you were trying to tell me?" she asked.
"Right. We can do, or not do, whatever we want," he agreed.
"What I want right now is your cock in my mouth," she said in a husky voice.
"Oh God," he said. The appendage in question was rapidly drawing blood from his brain.
"You want me to suck your cock, don't you?" she asked, feeling bold.
"Yes, please," he begged, watching her drop to her knees. She simply kissed and caressed his thighs at first, then looked up.
"Can we do this in bed? This floor isn't very comfortable."
"Yeah, of course," he responded, hauling her up. They were face to face again, and he had to kiss her. She reciprocated, then placed one of his hands on the tie to her robe. "Off?" he asked. When she nodded, he pulled on the tie and slid both hands in, around her waist. She gasped at the electric proximity. They kissed again, and she pushed down his boxers, partially enveloping him in her robe.
"We're naked," she noted. His dick was pressed against her neat triangle of hair. She had groomed herself carefully, hoping it wouldn't be in vain. He couldn't do anything but gulp and squeeze his eyes closed at the intense sensation.
She pulled down the covers and guided him to lie down, letting her robe fall to the floor as she positioned herself between his legs. Still not touching him directly, she stroked his hips and pressed kisses to the tender crease, starting from the outside and working her way in before skipping over the center and doing the same thing on the other side. She could tell he was getting impatient and licked the entire length, slurping the head into her mouth and gripping the shaft at the conclusion of her journey. He let out an agonized moan, and she began pumping in earnest.
Sweet precum leaked from his slit, and she paused for a moment to run her finger through it and around the head. "Mmmm," she hummed. He fisted the sheets in frustration, and she returned her mouth to him, softly playing with his balls in one hand while fisting his shaft in the other. When she straddled one of his thighs and pressed her bare crotch against it to quell her throbbing, it seemed to rile him up even more. He grew impossibly hard, and she ramped up the intensity, taking him deep, licking, and sucking to the tip before sinking her mouth back down.
"I'm almost there," he warned her.
"I wanna swallow your cum," she informed him.
"Fuck. Yes. God. Please," he said, growing incoherent. Suddenly, he was shooting hot ropes of semen down her throat and marveling at her ability to take it all in. As he came down to somewhere above Earth, he noticed that she was still grinding against his thigh. That wouldn't do, and not just because his leg hair was being dampened by her arousal. He flipped her over and hovered near her face. "That was amazing. You're amazing," he said. "Can I go down on you, please?"
"Only fair," she allowed. He worked his way down her body, kissing her lower abdomen for several minutes while he stroked her hips and thighs with his fingers. Her personal scent filled his nostrils. When he nuzzled against her outer labia, he could already feel dampness and taste the tang. "Why are you torturing me?" she demanded. He knew the feeling and took mercy on her, lapping lightly a couple of times, then parting her with his tongue.
She grunted and squirmed in a most unladylike way while he discovered her unique anatomy. He spent a good amount of time lapping lazily through her folds, breaking to reverently kiss the area around the slit. When she was steadily seeping, he applied a bit of suction, swallowing down the fluids with delight.
"Suck my clit," she commanded. His patience was commendable, but she had already been so worked up by his attention to her breasts. She just wanted to climax. When he found her swollen organ, she arched her entire body, nearly coming off the mattress. He eased up immediately, calming her with a soft tongue.
"Do you need a break?" he asked, kneeling up. His face was glistening with her and his cock was already back up, having softened but not diminished to its resting state after he came. What she really wanted was to take it inside her and squeeze him while he slid along her inner walls. But that would have to wait.
"Can you finger me?" she asked, trying not to feel embarrassed.
[TW] She had never had to ask. In fact, nobody had ever asked her for permission. They just did it and she let them. She thought about Robert Andrew Holmby III pulling her panties aside and slipping a finger in before she'd even noticed how far his hand had gone up her leg. She'd consumed the equivalent of a bottle of champagne by that point, and her entire body had gone a little numb. The act of making out was more about victory and revenge than personal connection or physical gratification anyway. Once he had breached her, she decided it was too late to stop him. He thumbed her aimlessly and poked his finger in and out, letting her know without words that he had no idea how to please a woman. She faked an orgasm to put an end to it and went home feeling the satisfaction of having bested her rival.
"I would love to, baby," Tony answered. He dove back into her, sloppy for a minute, then focused. Two of his fingers slid in easily, and he twisted them to find her g-spot. With the terrain mapped, he began bending his fingers and stroking against the sensitive area. His tongue pulsed firmly against her clit, and he could feel her beginning to clench down. Her writhing subsided, replaced by an involuntary thrust of her hips. He held her lower abdomen with his free arm and sucked her clit with zeal.
"Oh, oh, oh," Angela panted. "I think I'm gonna come."
It was so obvious that she was summitting. All she needed was some encouragement to let go. He stroked a little harder, hampered by the clenching that had already begun. "Come for me," he said into her neatly groomed curls before returning to her clit. "Come," he hummed against her, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around the bud. After a final tortured groan, he felt her spasm intensely and release a gush of fluids. He pulled his fingers out of the way and slurped at it, lapping gently through her folds to avoid overstimulating her.
She thought this must be like skydiving: a reluctant fall, followed immediately by the impression of flight. She somehow felt like she was soaring higher through it, high enough to land on a cloud. When she came down enough to reorient herself, she saw Tony watching her with a soft, admiring expression. His face was glazed from brow to neck, and she laughed. He wiped his arm across it ineffectively, then smiled and leaned down to kiss her.
They reluctantly got up and went to the bathroom for a quick shower. He had showered with women but had never been dried off by one afterward. She was so gentle and caring with him, and he did his best to return the favor. No words were exchanged. The long looks they gave each other would have made them redundant. They silently agreed to forego pajamas and sleep skin-to-skin, one last kiss tiding them over until morning.
