Free Angel Love by Dee Dawning Page B

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orgasms?”
    He nodded and smiled. “It was pretty
obvious. You’re not sore are you? Because I have a big date set up
for both of you, Friday.”
    I knew the way my mouth and eyes opened
wide, my surprise showed. “April turns tricks?”
    He shrugged at my silly question. “Of
course. Her last time she fucked seven guys in a gynecologist
chair.”
    I flashed Randy a coy smile. “I fucked
seven, too, if we count you?”
    He waved his forefinger in front of my mouth
and I snapped at it. He pulled the finger back. “Oh, but I didn’t
come.”
    My eyes narrowed. “Well, whose fault is
that?”
    He jumped at me and within seconds, he was
between my legs sticking his magnificent rod to me, while burying
his tongue in my throat. April said, “Hey save some of that action
for me. All that fucking made me hotter than Hades.” She crawled
onto the bed and embraced us both, waiting her turn.
    * * * *
    When Randy was done with me, he fucked
April. God help me, I felt cockish all over again from watching
their coupling. Randy had awakened something in me that I thought
I’d buried seven years ago—chronic sexual compulsion. Now, thanks
to Helen and Randy, for better or worse, it was back. Did I want to
bury it again? Could I bury it again?
    When Randy left and April began to slip her
panties on, I reached out to her. “Please, I need more.”
    I could see the incredulity in her eyes, but
she nodded and wrapped a gentle hand around my breast. Her other
hand pressed lightly on my chest urging me to recline. Flat on my
back, she lowered herself to one knee, parted my folds and leaned
her beautiful mouth down to tongue my needy places.
    When we’d both climaxed, I held her.
Surprisingly, even though she’d betrayed me today, I felt love for
her.
    Helen was the most beautiful woman I knew, a
true Helen of Troy, with her long brown hair with blond highlights
and stately svelte frame. She had started modeling after school and
had been well accepted with a growing clientele, until…until she
met and married Dr. Herbert Ryan. “Did you like that?”
    She smiled. “Wildly.” Then she looked sad.
“I’m sorry for setting you up today. I’m afraid I was a bad
friend.”
    I touched my forefinger to her pretty button
nose. “And I was a bad friend seven years ago when I talked you and
the others into whoring in Vegas.”
    “ You know. Maybe you did
me a favor. I knew then that I had a dark side. I tried to bury it,
but my dark side is back with a vengeance and for the first time in
years, I’m really enjoying life. I dig the excitement and Lord
knows I love the fucking. I don’t hurt anyone. I get my kicks,
spread joy through the world and make fantastic money doing
it.”
    I laughed. “Wow, I never thought of being a
whore like that before. You’re a regular Mother Teresa.”
    She threw her mask at me. “Oh shut up.” She
sidled up close to me. Her warm minty breath gave me goose bumps as
she whispered in my ear, “I think I know what he has set up for
Friday. If I’m right, it’s a Saudi Prince and we’ll have a ball and
make a lot of mullah.”
    Picking up my envelop stuffed with hundred
dollar bills and shaking it in front of her, I gave her a coy
smile. “I made a lot of mullah today and I’m going to take you to
early dinner.” I picked up the chintzy Halloween mask she threw at
me. “But before dinner we’re going to a costume shop and get some
decent masks.” I snickered. “If we’re going to be mysterious
courtesans, we should to do it in style. Maybe, I’ll get us a mask
for every day of the week. What do you think?”
    “ I think I’m going to like
having my partner in crime back. Let’s get dressed and
go.”

Chapter Two

    E ach of us picked up two sexy Mardi Gras style masks each and
ordered two more from catalogs.
    Afterward, we headed to my favorite Italian
restaurant, Oreganos—the one nearby on Shea Blvd—and ordered two
salads and a small cheese pizza.
    After what I’d just did I