"My Sexy Alien Roommate" (closed)

[Nouh_Bdee]

Angel walked into the living room looking like she was ready for a cocktail party, instead of sitting on his couch and eating pizza. She was, in a word, stunning. He was speechless for a few moments while she spun around and said something about panty lines. When she pulled up her dress, revealing the nearly non-existent thong covering her crotch, his mouth hung open. He had to shake his head to wake himself up when he realized she was asking him a question. His answer came out gasping, his mouth suddenly as dry as a bone.

“Um, no, Angel. I, uh, I don’t see any panty lines.”

Then she sat down, and it was easier for him to avoid looking directly at her crotch. He had mixed feelings about that, but it allowed him to actually listen to her words.

“Yes, this is pizza. There are different kinds of pizza, and this is pepperoni pizza.”

As soon as she mentioned that it was messy, Chris just knew what she was going to do. Sure enough, off came the dress, leaving his roommate in nothing but a white lace thong, sitting on his couch eating pizza. He’d had a slice in his hand since she walked in, and he still hadn’t managed to take his first bite. As soon as he put the corner in his mouth, he saw a drop of sauce hit Angel’s boob. Next thing he knew, Angel was turning to him, scooting closer, and thrusting her chest towards him, asking him to clean it off her so she didn’t have to set down her food.

He was so torn. Part of him (the part in his pants) wanted to lick it off. She probably wouldn't even complain! Another part of him felt like he’d already seen enough of her naked body to constitute taking advantage of her naiveté, and that made him feel kind of scummy, so actually touching her tits was a step too far. Still, he was a midwestern-raised boy who didn’t want to be rude.

“Umm, okay, Angel.”

Well, no going back now. Chris picked up a paper towel and folded it to avoid touching her body any more than necessary. Still, he moved agonizingly slowly. It was as fast as he could make his mind and hand work together, with her pert little breast and perfect pink nipple right there in his field of vision. God, he wanted to suck them. Why was he having these thoughts!? Ah! Was living with Angel going to be torture?

With two tentative wipes, Chris got all the sauce off Angel’s smooth, tanned skin. He picked up a paper plate and held it out to her, doing his best to keep his eyeline as high as he could.

“You can hold this under your chin, Angel, and it will catch the sauce.”

He sat back, eyes wide with something like fear. He froze for several seconds before putting his pizza down and standing up. When he spoke, his voice would be louder than normal, and anyone other than Angel would have definitely been able to hear how nervous he was.

“I’D LIKE A DRINK! WOULD YOU LIKE A DRINK, ANGEL? NOTHING GOES WITH PIZZA LIKE BEER, RIGHT? HAHA! I WILL GET TWO BEERS FROM THE KITCHEN NOW!”

God, he sounded like an alien. Had he ever talked before? What was wrong with him?

He came back with two beers, and opened Angel’s for her, sitting it in front of her on the coffee table and taking a gulp of his. The act of swallowing the cold liquid calmed him, and he was able to take another bite of pizza.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel giggled as the napkin brushed against the sensitive flesh of her boob. When he finished, she said, "Tickles. Tickles, right word, yes?"

Chris showed her how to keep the sauce from falling onto her body, and Angel went back to devouring the third slide. She was in seventh heaven. When he called from the kitchen about something called a beer, she tried not to spit out sauce and pepperoni and she responded just as loudly, "Angel would like a beer at Chris's place, yes!"

Angel studied Chris as he sucked down some big gulps, then picked up her own bottle and took a huge swig, too. Her face screwed up in a grimace of dismay, her eyes squished closed, and she groaned out in surprise. When her eyes opened again, they were glazed over. And then she laughed.

"Chris like this?" she asked in disbelief. He responded, and she tried a smaller drink to see if maybe it would get better. She reacted in much the same way, and yet she took a third drink before laughing loudly again, her firm little boobies bouncing before her. "Strange. Not good food like pizza."

Still, she kept sucking down gulps, one after another separated by more laughs and grimaces, and then the bottle was gone. And then she burped, just a short sound but sharp and loud. And -- yeah, you guessed it -- she laughed again, this time longer and louder.

Angel went back to eating on her fourth slice, smiling to Chris and laughing and playing with the individual pepperonis before sometimes tilting her head back and dropping them into her mouth or placing them whole on her tongue or any number of fun activities.

"No more good food," she finally said as she loudly sucked the grease and crumbs off her fingers. She waggled a finger at the empty beer bottle, though, and asked, "More fun good food? Beer, yes?"

She watched him closely as he went to retrieve a second drink, and when he sat down again, Angel pointed directly at Chris's groin and asked, "Why that big when sometimes you look at Angel?"

She only gave him a second to consider her question before she asked with a smile, "Can Angel see? Angel does not have one. Is it pretty like things Angel has that are not what Chris has?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

“Phew, okay,” Chris said to himself. It was clear now that, although Angel’s broken English could be blamed on her being foreign, it didn’t explain all her quirks, or her confusing level of ignorance. He took a gulp of his second beer, and a deep breath.

“Let’s talk, Angel. I…” He almost started talking about how penises and vaginas are special, and shouldn’t be shown to just anyone, but that sounded backwards and repressive before he even started talking. Maybe he could just gloss over that question for now.

“We don’t know each other very well, yet.” He saw her look at his crotch. “I’m not saying ‘no,’ but I want to talk to you first. I’m curious about my new roommate, and my new friend.”

It was true, too. Most of his friends had turned out to really be Liz’s friends, and he realized that he’d become a bit of a hermit lately. So, he tried to start a conversation as if she wasn’t sitting there in only a thong. It was difficult, because she was beautiful, and part of him wanted to just whip out his cock and see what she did with it, but if she was some escaped cult victim, totally naive about the world, he didn’t want to be the guy who used her innocence to get his dick wet.

“Why don’t you tell me where you’re from? Where were you before you came here? What was it like? Do you have any family?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Why don’t you tell me where you’re from?

Angel had been expecting Chris's question, of course. Without missing a beat, she answered, "Angel is from an island. In ocean. South ocean."

She wasn't trying to be vague; she just didn't know there wasn't an ocean called the South Ocean. The look on Chris's face didn't appear to be one of satisfaction, though.

Angel suddenly hopped up and rushed toward Chris's bedroom. Although she'd shed her dress, Angel was still wearing the high heels Jennifer had picked out to complete the outfit. Her butt wiggled to and from, up and down.

A moment later, Angel emerged again, carrying a globe she'd remembered toying with earlier. She plopped down at Chris's side so close that they were touching. She spun the globe slowly, looking for her island, then randomly picked one that was south of the equator.

"There!" she said. She couldn't read the words, of course -- hell, she was still learning to speak Chris's language! -- so she simply tapped her finger next to the island again, saying, "Angel's place."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Angel was so close to Chris that it wouldn’t be a stretch to say they were snuggled, but at least she wasn’t asking about his dick at the moment. It was a nice feeling, just being close to her. He hadn’t had this kind of casual touch in almost a year, since Liz left. He took a deep breath and decided to just enjoy it.

Thankfully, the globe he had was a nice one, large and detailed. The island Angel was pointing to was Tetapare Island in the South Pacific. Chris looked it up on his phone. It was an “uninhabited” island covered with rainforest, which would explain a lot of Angel’s strangeness. If she had been alone for a long time, she wouldn’t know how to act around people. And, if she was used to a hot, humid rainforest, that would explain her aversion to clothes.

This information brought up more questions, too, though. Like, how had she gotten here? Was there anyone missing her on the island or somewhere else?

“Thank you, Angel. What about family? Was there anyone with you on your island?”

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Chris spoke the islands name, and -- trying to sound as if she'd grown up with the name -- Angel repeated it. When he asked about family, she remembered the face the little girl in the store had made when her mother told her she couldn't have more toys than the one she'd already picked out.

"Not more," she said as she puffed out her lower lip in a pout and shook her head. She'd meant it to mean no one anymore, not no one ever, but whether or not Chris understood that Angel couldn't know. "Leave Tetapare. Come here to Chris's place."

Then Angel smiled again, patted Chris on the leg -- incidentally brushing his cock -- and suddenly popped up. She stepped out of the high heels she was still wearing at the point while looking down at him with that joyous expression that he had to be getting sick and tired of. She announced, "Tired. Time to sleep."

She started to bound away but suddenly stopped, turned back, snatched up the half full second beer Chris had given her, downed it with that grimacing expression and a growl, and bounded off toward her bedroom, giggling. After she'd disappeared, Angel burped once, laughed, and called through the house, "Not good food, but Angel likes."

In her room, she stripped off the thong, laid in the middle of the bed, laid one hand over the other on her belly, closed her eyes, and fell almost instantly to sleep. She was a naked woman sleeping naked atop the covers in a stranger's home with the bedroom door wide open. What was odd about that?



It was almost 4am when Angel looked back over her shoulder to see Chris standing on the back porch of his home. She smiled and waved, then gestured him to join her near the fence, where she'd been holding a conversation with Rufus. Maybe that was what had alerted Chris, the soft whines and growls; thankfully the Golden Retriever hadn't been barking, because that would have alerted his Humans, too. Maybe Chris had simply realized the door had been left wide open: draft, nighttime noises, door alarm? Angel couldn't know, of course.

Angel was wearing her yoga outfit again, which she loved for the way it hugged tightly to her shape. She had been wearing the high heels, too, but their stiletto points had sunk into the soft soil of the lawn and Angel had nearly fallen over backwards.

She returned to speaking to Rufus after gesturing Chris to join her, but she wasn't speaking in English. She wasn't speaking in Dog either, which she was only rudimentarily fluent. She was speaking in a language for which there was no name but which both she and Rufus used well.

And as Chris stepped up close to her, Angel turned and smiled, giggled, and said, "Angel knows about Chris."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris was trying not to be frustrated with his roommate, especially after having some idea of how difficult her life had been, but the beep of his security system as Angel had left the door open had woken him up at 4:00 AM on a Sunday morning. At least he hadn’t armed it—the siren was deafening, and the whole neighborhood would have been awake to see Angel looking over the back fence and “talking” to Rufus. That was several conversations that Chris wasn’t ready to have.

He was about to say something about asking Angel not to leave the door open, but then she said she knew about him. Which is, objectively, a strange thing to say. But, after everything he’d seen with Angel, he just shrugged. “Alright, Angel, I’ll bite. What does Angel know about Chris?”

Then she really threw him for a loop. She told him that Rufus was worried about him, that he’d heard how upset Chris was about Liz.

“Angel, how did you know about Liz?” He was a bit agitated, because he hadn’t said anything about his ex-fiancé to his new roommate. “Did Barb or Jan come out and talk to you? Did you see something with her name on it inside?” He was a bit annoyed, but looking at his face the primary emotion was sadness. In addition to how infectious Angel’s naive joy was, it was nice to be around someone who didn’t know what he’d been through, and didn’t feel sorry for him.

“I—you know what? I can’t wrap my head around that right now. Angel, thank you for wearing clothes out here. Please don’t leave the door open. I’m going back to sleep.”

If only it were that easy. He knew as soon as his head hit the pillow that he was going to have trouble falling asleep again.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Angel, how did you know about Liz?”

"Rufus told me," she responded with her normal smile. Apparently that expression wasn't convincing to Chris, as he discounted it and began asking about the next door couple, who Rufus had also told Angel about but of whom Angel was yet to make acquaintance. She pointed to the Golden Retriever again. "Rufus."

“I—you know what? I can’t wrap my head around that right now.

Chris thanked Angel for at least being dressed, causing her to hold her arms out and perform a couple of turns, saying each time she again faced him, "Pretty!"

But a moment later, Angel was standing in the darkness with only her four legged friend. For the first time since finding Chris's Place, Angel donned a true expression of sadness. She returned to her conversation with Rufus, got some answers to why the dog thought Chris had bugged out, and then tossed him one of the slices of pizzas she'd found in a container in the fridge.

"Angel thanks Rufus," she told the chomping animal.

Turning and hurrying for the door -- snatching up her now dirty heels -- Angel went directly to Chris's bedroom. Her friend next door didn't think Chris should be alone right now, so, Angel was going to ensure he wasn't. Not realizing that she was tracking mud from the back door to her bedside, Angel slipped quietly and carefully up onto her landlord's bed and snuggled in close to him; she laid her head on his chest, a hand upon his belly, and a knee upon his thigh.

"Angel company for Chris," she whispered as she wriggled her head into his arm-shoulder crevasse for comfort and closeness. "Chris sad. Angel help."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris wasn’t asleep when Angel came into his room, but he didn’t have the energy or heart to tell her no, or even to acknowledge her presence yet. He was still creeped out by the fact that she even knew about his ex-fiancé, but in her own, super-weird way, she was being sweet, and Chris missed the closeness of human contact. So, he let her cuddle against him. He couldn’t help the slight hardness that poked its head out of his boxers, but it was too dark for her to see and she wasn’t touching it with her leg, so he did his best to ignore the wayward organ.

He thought he’d be awake for quite some time, but weirdly, having this stranger in his bed, pressed against his body, was comforting enough to calm his busy mind and send him drifting off to sleep in just a few minutes. He hadn’t set an alarm, so unless Angel woke him, he would wake naturally.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel was happy about joining Chris in his bed because Chris was happy that Angel had joined him in his bed. She knew that because she'd determined that Chris displayed his happiness with her by inflating the appendage in his crotch where she had only a slit. Angel had initially thought it was some sort of physical effect of seeing her without clothing, which he had on numerous occasions, of course. But she'd also found that even when the features she had that he didn't were covered in layers, Chris's appendage still swelled and, sometimes -- like now -- showed itself to her.

Angel concluded that this growth was a good thing, like pizza and (ick) beer. She also concluded that she needed to learn more about Chris's appendage: was he the only person who had one? was this a male thing? was his embarrassment the other day regarding it popping out to say hi an appropriate thing (because he'd most definitely seemed embarrassed)?

In contrast to what Chris believed, Angel was perfectly able to see it in the pitch blackness of his bedroom. In fact, she could see everything in his room just as clearly -- maybe more so, as she could see in both infrared and ultraviolet -- than he could with the light on and the sun spilling in through the windows.

She watched the bulbous head as it again peeked out of the open fly of his boxers. It was actually kind of pretty -- one of her favorite words, of course. And it made her smile sometimes as it tended to twitch just a bit. She didn't entirely understand that human sexual anatomy was a private thing unless the people involved were involved, because she was still yet to learn that cocks and pussies and even her gender's tits were considered objects of human sexual anatomy.

So ... she touched it. Chris's cock, that is. Angel reached an outstretched finger tip out through the dark and just ever so gently caressed the tip along the crevice at its end.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris was having a great dream. He wasn’t usually prone to wet dreams, but he wasn’t going to turn it down. It was him and Liz, because while she wasn’t the only woman he’d ever been with, she was the only woman he’d been with recently, and more than a handful of times. This wasn’t a memory from the last few years, though, when his subconscious knew something was wrong and he was trying so hard to be attentive to a woman that had already moved on. No, this was a memory from the early years of their relationship, when they were both head over heels for each other.

He could tell because her tongue was so tentative, even as her lips sealed over the head of his cock. It almost felt like she was poking it with her tongue, and giving the head lone, slow licks with the tip. It felt great, though, despite her caution.

“That’s great, baby,” he murmured in his sleep.

He had no idea that what he thought was dream-Liz’s tongue was actually Angel’s finger. If he’d had the mental capacity of an awake person, he’d have known right away, but he was lost in dreamland. Whether his cock knew the truth or not was impossible to say, but it definitely didn’t care. It had made its exit from his boxers cautiously, semi-hard at best, but now it was a bold, erect party-crasher, standing its full seven and a half inch height, pulsing with the beat of his heart.

Chris hummed and even growled occasionally, but he didn’t wake while Angel was stroking his cock with her finger.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel giggled softly, intrigued and delighted but not wanting to wake Chris up. His appendage had begun swiftly hardening and lengthening as her finger tip continued to swipe along the crack in the end of the flesh until most of it had emerged from his boxers. His murmuring and moaning was delightful, because Angel saw it as just more proof that coming to his bed had raised him from his sadness to happiness.

“That’s great, baby.”

Angel giggled again, whispering, "Angel. Not baby."

He unconsciously murmured again, "You're my angel, baby."

Angel giggled again, so happy with the result of her caressing of him. Chris's doldrums had disappeared; Angel had done good by him, and that was very joyous for him. He began murmuring words that were only barely comprehensible, things and yet still gave Angel an impression of what would make him happier. She reached for his shaft, took hold of it firmly, and began stroking it slowly up and down.

That got a response from him that left no doubt that he was in a state of deep happiness. Angel lifted on an elbow to study Chris's expressions as her curled fingers rose slowly up and down his shaft. He began moaning more and louder; his breathing deepened and accelerated; and after a couple of minutes of consistent stroking, Chris's cock jerked in Angel's hand! Her mouth fell open and she jerked her hand back. What had she done? She'd broken him! Puss shot outward in pulse after pulse, splashing upon his torso from his neck to curly bush of hair.

Angel looked to Chris's face, expecting him to awaken in pain. But, his face was filled with the most amazing expression of ... what, relief? Angel smiled again; whatever she'd done, it seemed to have brought Chris relief of some form. He looked happy, and that made Angel happy.

She didn't want to disturb him any farther, so Angel slipped quietly out of Chris's bed and made her way again to the back yard. Rufus heard the door open and hurried out the doggy door to join her, eagerly taken the last slice of pizza when Angel had retrieved from the fridge. They talked for some time, during which Angel came to understand just what she had done for Chris. Who would have known that male dogs and male humans had the same appendage, as well as the same desire to spurt from it as often as possible.

As the sun was rising, both Barb and Jan came out the back of their home, looking for Rufus. They found Angel sleeping in one of Chris's loungers which had moved up closer to the picket fence, with their dog curled up on a pad from a second lounger that apparently the new tenant had tossed over the fence. They didn't wake the younger woman -- the two lesbians were both in their mid-40s -- but instead just gestured the now conscious dog inside.

Some time later, Chris came out once again to find Angel waking for him. She smiled but said nothing about what she'd done. After all, she hadn't done it for her own congratulations; she'd done it for Chris's happiness.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris woke up feeling great. He hadn’t even realized how pent up he was, but he felt better than he’d felt in months. He stretched before getting out of bed, and that’s when he remembered Angel cuddling against him in the early hours of the morning. Then, he felt the dried cum stuck to his chest and remembered his dream. Had Angel left before that happened? Should he say something? Maybe apologize?

As he showered, he decided not to mention it unless she did, mostly because of how much work he assumed it would take to explain what he was even talking about. He did want to thank her for helping him fall asleep, though.

He showered and dressed in more summer casual clothes for the warm Sunday morning. He saw the grass tracked into his bedroom, but he wasn’t even upset. It wouldn’t be hard to clean. He looked in Angel’s open door, and seeing the bed empty, he assumed she was outside “talking” to Rufus again. His new mood made him feel like just accepting that somehow Angel had noticed Liz’s name somewhere, and made some empathic assumptions. He didn’t feel like questioning it. He knew she didn’t actually learn anything from a conversation with the neighbors’ dog, but if that was what she wanted him to think, he didn’t feel like arguing.

He cleaned up the grass and made a simple breakfast. Scrambled eggs, with biscuits out of a can and a quick white gravy. When he walked outside, Angel just smiled at him. He smiled back, before noticing the missing lounger.

“Where’s—? Ah, nevermind.” He handed Angel her plate and fork and sat in one of the chairs next to the small outdoor dining table. “Angel, thank you, for lying down with me this morning. To be honest, I hadn’t slept that well in...well, it’s been a while.” He stuck his fork into his eggs, and popped the fluffy, yellow breakfast into his mouth.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Where’s—? Ah, nevermind.”

Angel took note of Chris looking around for the missing lounger pad and pointed toward the fence, but by that point he was already moving for the nearby table and she was entranced by this strange items of so many textures and colors and smells on the plate he'd given her. She followed him to the table and sat in the chair next to him.

"Sleep is good," she said as she poked her fork into the biggest chunk of scrambled egg and stuffed it into her mouth. Her face lit up as it had with the pepperoni the night before. Excitedly, she said, "Food is good!"

Angel dove into the plate, eating it all with the same joy and energy she'd used on half the pizza the night before. As she ate, she studied Chris intently, sometimes smiling to him, even when she had a mouthful of the delicious breakfast. When she'd finished the last of the morsels, Angel lifted the plate and licked it clean, setting the dishware down again to lean back in the chair and watch Chris, who hadn't yet finished his plateful of food.

She was tempted to ask him about spurting all over himself last night but didn't; Angel was going to let Chris bring it up first, which -- of course -- he wasn't about to do because of the dreadfully embarrassing side of the act of having a wet dream while cuddling with a tenant. It was okay not to talk about it, of course; again, Angel hadn't done it for a pat on the back.

The was a bark from next door, and Angel's face lit up with joy. She hopped up and went to the fence, where Rufus met her and once again joined her in conversation. Angel peeked back over her shoulder at Chris a few times; if he'd felt like he was the topic of their conversation, he would have been correct. After a bit, Angel ran back to Chris, leaned over him, and took his plate.

"Good food," she said before turning and running back to Rufus. The dog put his front paws on the top horizontal bar of the fence to lap at the gravy Chris hadn't finished off. The two of them continued talking a moment, then as Rufus headed off toward the house for his morning nap, Angel returned to set the plate back in front of Chris. "Rufus likes good food, too. He likes the river. We go to the river. Chris and Angel. Now."

She tugged at Chris's hand, wanting him to stand right now and take her to the river. "Jennifer Jones help buy clothes for play in water. Jennifer Jones says Chris will like clothes."

Angel continued to urge him out of the chair like a child dragging her parent toward a store's toy department, saying, "Go, Chris. Go to the water from Chris's place."

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris was slow to react, still lost in thought, when Angel started pulling on his hand. She’d been “talking” with Rufus again, though Chris didn’t know where she’d truly gotten the idea to go to the river. He didn’t object, but he still didn’t really know how to react to Angel. He still had questions, and while she hadn’t really dodged any of them, she also hadn’t really opened up to him.

Maybe it was getting a good night’s sleep, or maybe it was his dream, but he just felt like going with the flow. Questions could be asked and answered later, but this bubbly girl wanted him to take her to the river, so he wanted to take her to the river. Oh, he dragged his feet and made her pull him along, but it was an act. Chris was really looking forward to getting out of the house. Plus, he hadn’t really admitted it to himself yet, but he was starting to really enjoy Angel’s company.

He was nervous to see what kind of swimwear Jennifer had picked out for Angel, but first he needed to change himself. When they passed her room, Angel let him walk on while she went in her room to change. He noticed she left the door open, but he wouldn’t peek.

Chris dressed himself in his dark blue swim trunks with a graphic tee he’d bought in Florida at a souvenir shop, and slipped into his flip-flops. He grabbed towels for after their swim: one for each of them, and one for each of their seats in his car. He also grabbed some sunscreen, with a mixture of excitement and nerves about how exactly that would get applied.

Once he walked out of his room, Angel was waiting for him in shorts and a cropped tee shirt. He couldn’t help but return her smile as he waved her toward the garage.

“Well, come on, let’s go to the river, then.”

It was a short drive before they were parking in the small lot by the riverside park. It was a Sunday, but it was early enough that there wasn’t anyone on this particular stretch of river. As they stepped out, Chris asked Angel if she knew about sunscreen. He still felt like he was being patronizing, but Angel didn’t seem to mind.

He ended up explaining that the sun could burn their skin, but they could rub this lotion everywhere on their bodies that would be exposed, and it would prevent burns. He showed her by rubbing it on his arms before passing her the bottle.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

Angel was tickled when Chris agreed to go to Rufus's river, but pouty when she asked if Rufus could come but was told no. She understood that the golden retriever lived next door, not at Chris's Place, but she didn't understand why the dog couldn't come with them on their trek. After all, Rufus let the humans who lived with him leave most days of the week without asking permission, so why should Chris and Angel require permission to take Rufus away this one time?

Whatever.

Once they arrived at their destination, Angel practically leaped out of the car to run down a paved incline to the water's edge. Chris would explain later that it was called a boat ramp, but for now Angel just thought it was a wide path for people to use to the meeting of the passing water and the pebble shore. She stripped off one deck shoe after another, tossing each onto the pebble beach, before moving right up to within inches of the water. She stretched a long, athletic leg out over the river, then dipped a toe into the water. She jerked her leg back, giggling, and looking to Chris; somehow she balanced on the one leg like some Olympic qualified athlete.

"Cold!" she said, but somehow with a joy in her voice. She dipped the toe again, then the foot, then stepped down and walked into the river without hesitation clear up to the lower hem of her shorts. Turning back to Chris, she laughed and waved him to join her. "Cold! Good!"

She stripped her tee shirt off over her head, revealing a teeny tiny bikini of very thin, white cloth through which her now pert nipples easily revealed themselves. She suddenly crouched down, thoroughly soaking herself clean up to her neck, then popped back up again, almost screaming out in joy, "COLD!"

Her bikini top barely even looked to still be there anymore, and her shorts revealed the tiny thong bottom half of the suit.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

“Yeah, Angel, the water’s cold!”

Chris looked out from behind the trunk of his car to see Angel shaking in her crop top and shorts. He laughed, happy that she was having so much fun. There probably wasn’t a lot of cold water on her island.

Chris didn’t want Angel to be sunburned, so he called out for her to come back.

“Angel, we really don’t want you to get sunburned! Come back and put on sunscreen first!”

Meanwhile, he had pulled out one of two innertubes he had thrown in his trunk and was blowing it up. He thought Angel might enjoy laying out on one, and the idea sounded nice to him, too. He had missed her shedding the crop top, and had no idea how skimpy her bikini top was.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Yeah, Angel, the water’s cold!”

"Come to cold water, Chris!" she called out, again dropping into the river up to her neck before springing up out of it again with a gasp. The force with which she'd come up through the surface had pulled her now-heavy shorts down off her hips, so Angel stripped them off before hurrying up to join Chris where he was setting them up with the inner tubes. When he looked up, Angel caught the expression in his face; her cold-swollen nipples and labia were all-too-obvious through the thin, white cloth of the bikini's three tiny triangles. She smiled, asking, "Jennifer right when she say Chris think clothes are good?"

She did her traditionally little circular dance, showing herself off to him from all angles. In addition to the three triangular shapes in front, there was another one at the small of her back; the vast majority of her firm, pear shaped ass was, of course, on full display for her landlords benefit.

"What's that?" she asked when she pointed to the inner tubes. He explained the items, then reminded her yet again about how she was going to get burned if she didn't coat herself with some protection. She snatched the bottle, and as she pulled at his shirt to indicate that he, too, needed coverage, she said, "Chris first! Angel worry about good sun burning her friend, too."

It was the first time she'd referred to Chris as her friend. She'd learned the word from Rufus -- where else, right? -- and used it now as she considered Chris as much a friend as the golden retriever. "Clothes off!"

One he was shirtless and sitting comfortably, Angel asked what she was supposed to do with the bottle. She giggled again at the feel of the sunscreen. She mused, "Slicky. Slicky? Good word?"

Getting comfortable behind Chris, Angel began spreading the lotion as he'd directed. It didn't take but just a minute or so for her to begin feeling ... happy about touching the man's fit torso. She wasn't entirely certain what was causing the emotion; part of it was that she could tell that Chris was enjoying it, too, but there was more to it than just that.

"Sun good and bad," she said as her hands worked over the man's body. "Bad, hurt skin. Good, feel warm."

Once she'd covered his backside from neck to waist, Angel stood and moved around to Chris's front side. She sat down very close to him; her face was directly before his, just 8 inches of so away. She filled her hands again, raised them to his neck, and began an even slowly caressing of them over his front side. She stared directly into Chris's eyes, a slight smile on her face; she could see the pleasure he was feeling, but there was something else there, something she'd seen before, something she only recognized when she glanced downward and found a massive bulge in the front of his bathing shorts.

"Chris's appendage is happy?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris was trying pretty hard not to sexualize Angel. She was so naive and trusting, that it felt wrong. Now, could he have tried harder not to think of her as a beautiful woman whose touch electrified his senses? Sure. Maybe if he had, he wouldn’t be sporting a substantial erection while she rubbed sunscreen all over his torso. Still, he was trying, unsuccessfully, to avoid thinking about her body and all the things he wanted to do to it. It didn’t help that some of those things were what he was about to have to do in order to get her layered with sunscreen.

Chris was also pretty sure that the fact that she wasn’t really trying to turn him on, that this was just how she felt comfortable touching him, that made it ten times more arousing. It wasn’t that Liz had been cold; she could get him warmed up in a flash, but for Liz touch always had a point; a goal. Angel treated some pretty intimate contact like it was nothing. It was nice. Nice? He was practically melting in bliss.

When she mentioned his erection, he was mortified. Called out, he couldn’t very well ignore it any more. He felt his cheeks warm. They were probably beet red, and not from the sun.

“Geez, Angel, yeah, it’s happy. I’m sorry. I know you don’t really know what that means, so you don’t feel like it’s something I should be embarrassed about, but I am.” He laughed when her hands kept going, rubbing sunscreen into his chest and his modest abdominal muscles. “We should probably talk about it sometime, so you can help me make sure I’m...I dunno, treating you well, I guess.”

His embarrassment didn’t wane the whole time Angel was finishing him up, but he couldn’t let her burn, especially after that. He reached into the trunk and pulled out one of the towels, laying it on the ground.

“Okay, I’ll put sunscreen on you, now, Angel. Why don’t you lay down here? And, for what it’s worth, I’m sorry about how much I’m going to enjoy this.”

Once she laid down, Chris would start with her outer limbs before working his way inward, his cock getting harder and harder as he got closer to whichever of those tiny white triangles she left facing up.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“Geez, Angel, yeah, it’s happy.”

That made Angel smile wider. It made her happy to know he was happy, and after seeing his appendage happy the night before, it overjoyed her to see it happy again. Even as he was trying to explain himself, Angel's hands continued to caress the sunscreen upon his body. Her fingers began tracing the edges of his individual muscles as her palms spread the lotion. She was realizing that she enjoyed not just Chris's happiness but simply enjoyed the feel of his body.

Angel didn't understand what Chris meant about treating her well until his hands found her body. She sat cross legged before him while he caressed the sun screen onto her hands, her arms, and her shoulders. She watched him close as she often did; he seemed to be enjoying touching her as much as she enjoyed being touched.

She leaned in closer to Chris and said in barely more than a whisper, "Good feel."

Smiling, Angel laid on her back; the move left Chris sitting near her legs, which must have indicated to him that those were next because he shifted his work there. Angel's gaze never left the man's eyes; she enjoyed watching him as his happiness reigned. She was still to learn exactly why touching her satisfied him so, but for now she knew well enough.

"You enjoy, yes?" she asked after he'd coated one leg and was on to the next. She told him with an unexpected, sensual tone in her voice, "Angel enjoy."

She laid back, smirking, and occasionally pointing a finger tip to another part of her body to which Chris hadn't yet reached: her waist, the other side of it, her belly, her lower rib cage, her sternum. The pleasure had caused her to begin gently writhing on the towel, even moaning so softly as to barely be heard.

Suddenly, Angel shrieked out in joy and hurried to her feet, calling out, "Jennifer Jones!"

The apparel department clerk was walking toward Angel and Chris, wearing a skimpy bikini that showed off her delicious, well rounded body. She looked up at the other woman's call, showed surprise, then smiled and waved to the pair. She headed their direction.

"Hi, you two," she greeted with a confused tone. Angel wrapped her arms around the taller woman's body, squeezed, pulled back, and then led her back toward Chris. Jennifer gave the other woman an up and down ogle, then did the same for the man. "What a surprise."

Angel sat on the towel again and pulled on Jennifer's hand, urging her to sit with them. The cloth was a large beach towel, and yet once the clerk had sat, the three of them were very close to one another. Jennifer seemed a bit confused, explaining, "It's weird. I mean, I got up to go to the gym to work out, and something, I don't know what, something told me to come to the river. It was weird, I just knew I had to come here."

Angel looked to Chris and smiled wider, as if she knew something he didn't. Jennifer continued, "I never come down here, ever. The guys down here, jeez, they just won't leave me alone, you know?"

She looked to Chris as she said that last, believing that he likely understood; when you looked like her and wore what she was wearing, every guy at least ogled you and many of them couldn't help but try to hit on her. Jennifer continued, "But, I found myself going back into my room and putting this on..."

She gestured toward her generous bosom, sweeping her hands downward to emphasize the rest of her gorgeous form as she finished, "...because I just had to come down here, and I'm glad I did."

The smile -- and the ogles -- that she gave the two left doubt about which one of them she was more interested. Chris may or may not have figured it out by now, that she was actually interested in both of them.

Angel reached out to grasp Chris's hand, which still had the bottle of sunscreen in it. She nodded her head toward the other woman and said, "Jennifer Jones need Chris's help, too."

Jennifer only smiled wider, indicating that she would be happy to be protected, too.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris’s time working sunscreen into Angel’s skin was far too short, but it still left him with an erection that would have been very obvious to Jennifer if he hadn’t immediately sat and held the sunscreen bottle over his cock. He felt a little bad about not getting up to greet her, but on balance he was sure it was the right move.

“I can see why you get a lot of attention. I’m sorry it’s not always the kind you want.”

Chris had been just trying to be friendly, but Jennifer’s smile in reply was more suggestive than he’d expected. He was beginning to wonder if there was some attraction between Jennifer and at least one of them, but he couldn’t tell which yet. Maybe he could use the sunscreen to figure it out.

“Angel, why don’t you help me get this rubbed in on Jennifer?”

Chris squirted the lotion into Angel’s hand as Jennifer laid face down on the towel with her feet toward Angel, and Chris started rubbing sunscreen into her taut shoulders. Her skin felt soft and smooth, and Chris was glad she couldn’t see his hard-on. He knew Angel could, though.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“I can see why you get a lot of attention. I’m sorry it’s not always the kind you want.”

Jennifer tilted her head and gave Chris a flirty smile, telling him with a suggestive tone, "It all depends on from whom I'm getting the attention."

She laughed, and beside her Angel did, too. The two women looked at each other, and after she leaned in closer to the other female, Jennifer whispered, "I could stand more attention from the two of you."

Angel didn't fully understand the other beauty, but she knew it was good because -- peeking downward -- Chris's shorts were still poofy.

“Angel, why don’t you help me get this rubbed in on Jennifer?”

The more petite of the two women bounced in her sitting position, sticking a hand out excitedly. "Good!"

Jennifer looked to Chris with a devilish smile, repeating barely over a whisper, "Good."

Jennifer laid down and emitted a purr as four hands found their ways to her body. She said with an sexy tone, "That's de-light-ful. Please, don't stop."

Angel looked to Chris's face, then to his groin. She smiled, and when he made eye contact with her, she pointed directly at his erection and asked, "Happy for Jennifer Jones?"

Jennifer heard the question but didn't understand it. She has a suspicion, though. Whether she was right or not, she reached to her back to untie her bikini's top, pulling the strings outward, asking, "Can you get all of me, Chris?"

Then, reaching one hand after another to her hips, Jennifer pulled loose the strings there, loosing her bikini's bottom. "Angel, maybe you can get me more around the edges of my suit?"

Angel looked to Chris, reached a hand to the tiny suit's triangular shape, and hesitated, unsure of whether or not this fell into the undressed outside of Chris's place category.

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris saw Angel’s questioning expression, but he misinterpreted it. He left one hand on Jennifer’s back, but slid it down to her lower back so he could get close enough to whisper in Angel’s ear.

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. You don’t have to touch anyone, anywhere that you don’t want to. Just do what you want to do, okay?”

Chris smiled at her and knee-walked back up to rub Jennifer’s shoulders. He felt much more at ease touching her, actually. She was attractive, and his cock was definitely reacting appropriately, but there were two reasons that he was more okay with it. One, he knew Jennifer understood exactly what they were doing, and was in favor of it. Two, as sexy as she was, and as turned on as running his hand ms over her body was making him, he didn’t feel the same flutters in his heart that he did with Angel. Not that Chris had admitted that to himself yet. If he had, he would know what those flutters were, because he’d felt them once before. But, that time had ended with him hurt and alone, so all Chris was conscious of was that Angel scared him. Or, more accurately, he had feelings of fear whenever he noticed how he felt around her.

So, Chris had no qualms about rubbing Jennifer’s back quite thoroughly, including dipping down to tease the sides of her breasts that were pressed into the towel. He gave them some attention, and then worked his way down her lower back, massaging her flesh as he rubbed in the lotion.

 

[AngelEyes1994]

“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” Chris advised Angel. “You don’t have to touch anyone, anywhere that you don’t want to.”

Angel's hand was still hovering over the waist band of Jennifer's skimpy bikini. She was conflicted, which so far hadn't happened to her. She wasn't conflicted because she didn't know whether or not she wanted to pull the other woman's suit bottoms down and look at her full, exposed buttocks and caress it and cause Jennifer more pleasure, as obviously her touch had caused earlier; Angel already knew she wanted to do that!

No, what conflicted her was whether doing so was about Jennifer's pleasure or her own. Chris's caressing of the sunscreen on her own body had stirred something up in Angel that she hadn't expected. It was a feeling she hadn't known could exist, a feeling that she believed might have been the same as had caused Chris's appendage to explode the night before and send great gobs of goo all over his chest and belly.

“Just do what you want to do, okay?”

Chris smiled at her, and Angel smiled back. And without hesitating, she took hold of Jennifer's suit and pulled it down to between her thighs, fully exposing the other woman's buttocks. Angel looked over the store clerk's beautiful, athletically-firm ass cheeks, then said with her trademark smile and tone, "Pretty."

Jennifer laughed, lifted her head to look back, and said with her own smile, "Thank you, Angel. I try to exercise and eat right."

Then, on her elbow such that her generous boobies were dangling before Chris with their nipples only barely pressed out of sight into the blanket, she asked the man in a soft, suggestive tone, "What does Chris think? Is my ass pretty?"

 

[Nouh_Bdee]

Chris barely managed to hold back the lusty growl that he felt like letting out. He wasn’t sure what had gotten into him, but he was very turned on, and he felt like indulging. He wasn’t sure he wanted to take things too far, but a little exposed skin, a little flirty touching, it was awakening a part of him that he hadn’t felt in a while. Plus, Jennifer had a very nice body.

“It’s a very pretty ass, Jennifer. Angel, would you like some help rubbing sunscreen into that pretty ass?”

If she did, he would gladly take a cheek, but either way, afterwards he would suggest they lay on the innertubes and float around on the river. Although, there were now three of them, and only two tubes. If he thought about it, weight shouldn’t be an issue. One innertube could probably hold all three of them in terms of weight. It would be packed in, though. Which, didn’t sound too bad to Chris, but he wanted to wait and see what the girls suggested.