Date: Sat, 26 Dec 1998 01:18:51 -0800
From: CAM <infinity928@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Beautiful Love: Angel Eyes"

This is a very short chapter from my upcoming book, "Searching for
Life"; I chose a "sex" chapter simply 'cos it is "entertaining" to read
:)
I'd love to hear your thoughts and opinions...
infinity928@hotmail.com


Chapter ??:  Beautiful Love: Angel Eyes

Saturday night, 11:30.  I had just gotten out of the shower.  "Man I
should be at the party tonight!", I thought.  Instead, I was in my room
sitting in front of the computer trying to finish off my English essay.
My typing was sporadic as I tried to comb my long blonde hair at the
same time.
Just as I was nearing the end, I heard someone pounding on my front
door.  It shocked me out of the self-absorbed trance I was in, and I
looked over at my clock.  "Who the hell could it be at this time?"
I cautiously rushed downstairs as the banging continued.  "They sound
awfully desperate," I thought.
Then I heard a voice... it was Angel!  She didn't sound too happy.  I
quickly unlocked the door.  "Angel is that you?  What's wrong?"
Almost instantly, she jumped forward and hugged me as hard as she
could.  "Oh, Cyndi!" she cried.
She was in my arms, sobbing lightly.  "Ssshh... it's all right... it's
okay..." I was totally shocked.  "What happened?"
"It was Dave... he hit me.  Right in front of everyone!", she cried.
"You mean at Harris' party?"
"Yes... we got into a fight... everyone was there!  Steve, Nick, Kelly,
your friend Nicole..."  She couldn't say anything more without crying
again.
"Ohh... that bastard!", I said to myself.  I kept rubbing her back.
"It's all right; it's over now..."  The door was still open.  "Come in!
Christ, we'll freeze out here!"
Angel came in and slowly began to take off her shoes, when she noticed
me in my "casual" clothes.  "Oh God Cyndi, I sorry to bother you so
late..."
"Hey... it doesn't matter!", I said empathetically.  "My dad's never
home... and besides, you know I'm here anytime you wanna talk."
"Oh thank you...", she said as we hugged each other again.
"Look, I've... I've got to go put a few finishing touches on my English
report." I said, wiping her tears off.  "Why don't you go have a hot
shower and try to calm down about the whole thing?"
"Ya... I guess I do look like I mess...", she mumbled.
"Just come upstairs when you're done.  Alright?"
"Yes... thanks again, Cyndi.", she said in her highest voice possible.
"It's no problem.", I said as I walked back upstairs.

				   * * *

I opened my bedroom door and looked in.  CD's were all around my
stereo.  I sat down in front of my computer, shaking with anger.  "That
fucking bastard... I can't believe he hit her!", I thought.
My essay was so close to being finished but I couldn't get my mind off
what just happened.  "God, if Alanis was only there to see that... or me
as well!!  Christ, I shoulda been there!"  Then I sunk.  "Not that I
could have done anything..."  I decided that I had to help Angel through
this.  I owed her that much.
Not even saving my essay, I abruptly shut off the computer.  I rummaged
through some of my CD's and found Madonna.  "This is perfect", I thought
as I placed it in slot 2 of my CD player.  I put it on repeat to the
song, "Nothing Really Matters."  Why I didn't pick Alanis was beyond
me.  I also unplugged my phone; the last thing Angel needed was annoying
phone calls to me about what had already happened.
Angel came upstairs ten minutes later.  By then I had finished brushing
my hair and was writing in my journal about what had happened.
She walked into my room, still slightly shaken up.  She was wearing my
grey jogging pants and my red "Guess" sweatshirt. You could see her
figure quite well.  "Hi, Cyndi...", she mumbled.
I got up right away, putting my rage aside.  "Hey... are you feeling any
better now?"
"Ya...a little bit.", she said lightly.  She heard the soft music in the
background.  "What's playing?", she asked.
"Madonna", I responded in my gentlest voice.
"Isn't her new album really good?",
"Yes...", I said, "it certainly has deep and soft moments."
"Oh... did you get your essay done?  I was worried that..."
"Yes, no problem!", I said lying through my teeth.
"I haven't even started mine yet..."  She sunk down onto my bed and
talked into her hands.  "I'm such a wreck.", she mumbled.
I sat down next to her.  "Hey... don't say that!  Dave's an asshole...
we both know that!  There's nothing you could have..."
Angel couldn't hold back her emotion.  "Why didn't I listen to you?!",
she cried.  "You told me to stay away from him!  And you know everything
about relationships..."
"No, I just know Dave is an asshole.  Remember, I've never been in a
relationship before."
"Ya, I guess..."  She looked over to me.  "God, I wish I could be more
like you... I wish I had waited... 'till I found the right guy. Now look
at me..."
Between how Angel was feeling and my own insecurities, it was hard not
to get depressed.  "You DON'T want to be me", I responded.  "It gets
awfully lonely sometimes, waiting for the right guy to come along."
"Better lonely than get slapped around..."  She began to cry again.
Some friend I was.  This wasn't helping at all!
I reached over and put my hand on her back.  "Please, don't cry Angel.",
I said softly.
She reached over and hugged me, still sobbing.  I pressed her against me
as hard as I could, feeling her pain seep out slowly.  I stroked her
brown hair, trying to calm her down.  "It's all right... you'll get
through this.  I'm here..."
She continued to sob.  "I'm so fucking pathetic..."
"Please Angel, don't cry.", I repeated.  "It'll be all right."
I released her until our faces met.  I was still caressing her hair.
"Please, don't cry.  It's over now."
Without thinking, I moved closer to her face and kissed her gently on
the cheek.
I moved back slowly until our eyes met again.
"What was that for...?", she asked softly.
"I was trying to make you feel better", I said still stroking her hair.
"Thank you...", she said.  Angel moved towards me and kissed my cheek.
My eyes closed as she did.
 She moved back until we saw each others' eyes again.  Neither one of us
blinked for an instant.  My heart started to pump so fast, I thought was
going to die.
I tried to say something next, but she stopped me by whispering "It's
alright", and kissed me passionately on my lips.  I was still fondling
with her hair.
She started to stroke my hair as our lips pressed against one another
for what seemed like an eternity.  Just above my heart beating, I could
hear the soft music in the background.  I couldn't believe what was
happening.
Angel moved me over until we were both lying on my bed next to each
other.  She gently stroked my silky blonde hair while smiling at me.
"Hey...", she said softly.  I smiled back at her.
We started to kiss again while Angel moved her hands down past my
shoulders and to the bottom of my shirt.  She slowly went under my shirt
and touched my delicate skin.
Her very touch made me tingle all over.  She started kissing me on my
neck and slowly moved down my chest.  I could hear myself breathing
harder as she felt me tremble with excitement.
Without a single thought, I sat up and she immediately took my shirt off
exposing my perfect form.  She briefly kissed me again and moved down my
shoulders, inhaling my perfume.  Then she slowly moved her hands up to
my breasts, the first person to ever do so.  The sensation of her lips
tenderly caressing my body made me feel warm all over.  I could say
nothing except, "Ohhh God..."
I fluttered my eyes and saw Angel, softly sucking my breasts.  I started
move my hands through her hair again.  Her hair was soft and silky to
the touch, just like mine.  My other hand went down and felt her
graceful figure.  She was so hot and so involved in what she was doing.
Nothing else truly seemed to matter anymore...
After Angel felt me respond to her affections, she moved up to my face
and firmly kissed me again.  She stroked my hair slowly as she
whispered, "You're so gorgeous."
Before I could respond in any way, she slowly moved down past my
breasts, kissing my abdomen meekly.  I was forced to let go of her hair
as she slowly continued down, exploring every inch of my body.  "I can't
believe this is happening", I thought.  "Angel is going to make love to
me."
I closed my eyes again and felt her move my pants down until they
covered me no more.  My back-arched as I felt her moist lips pressing
against my sex, lightly touching and caressing my most sensitive areas.
Her hands moved up and along my smooth skin, touching every inch.
The intensity was building up inside of me.  I opened my eyes and looked
at Angel.  While my mouth was dry from breathing so hard, seeing her so
enveloped in what she was doing, only made me breathe harder.  Between
my cries of pleasure, she heard me say "Oh God, Angel.  Please don't
stop."
I had never felt anything like this before.  I could see the heat in the
air; I could feel the passion in the room; I could smell Angel's very
presence as she continued to make love to me.  She sensed that I was
about to climax and caressed me even faster than before.  I closed my
eyes and felt only what was about to happen.
 My body finally exploded and I felt pure pleasure released all over
me.  Angel gently took her hands off my thighs and moved them along up
my body.  I opened my eyes to see her staring hotly back at me.  I
smiled as I was trying to say something, but my mouth was too dry.  She
moved her whole body down and pressed herself against me.  We both
closed our eyes and our lips fused again.  We were totally embraced in
lust for one another.  My whole world outside was spinning as we totally
enjoyed each others' affections.
Just as I started to caress her, she stopped kissing me and gently got
up from my bed.  I was so dazed from what had just happened, I didn't
know what to say or do.  Angel looked right in my eyes and said only,
"Cyndi, that was beautiful."  She kissed me lightly on the cheek and
then silently walked out my bedroom door.
I lay there on my bed totally nude, thinking only about the sensations I
had just experienced.  I stared up at my dim bedroom light, listening
only to the soft melodies of the song I had put on repeat only minutes
before.  With images of pain, pleasure and shock surrounding me, I soon
fell asleep.