Fallen Angel

4

MAX

Pulling out his cellphone, he looked at the number he didn't recognize, wondering who was calling him. 'Hello?' Max asked.

'Hi there. It-it's Stella from the McDonald's. I was wondering if you were free today and maybe wanting to get together, do something fun?'

Max remembered vaguely giving his number to a lady behind the window. But he couldn't stop thinking of the blond girl in the shop, the one who followed him through the shopping mall to his car. Did she say she was an Angel? He was definitely losing it. Was he going crazy? He could use a distraction right now. 'You can come to my house if you want? I will order a pizza. Maybe watch a movie? How late can you be here?'

'I am done working at three.'

'Great! I will send you my address. See you then.' Hanging up quickly he turned to the table picking up a box of cigarettes and his new lighter. Before lightning his cigarette, he looked at the Angel on the cover. A long figure, with a white dress and beautiful wings. The girl didn't look like an Angel at all. She was dressed with a simple pink shirt and blue jeans. Her blond hair up in a high ponytail. No wings at all. She was cute and he couldn't get her out of his mind.

Making sure he was ready for company later the day, Max walked upstairs in his empty house. His father, who was in the army, was never home. He was usually fighting in another country, away for meetings or training camps. Max didn't mind it at all. He was used to it by now. His mother died when he was four years old, his father was also away then, he promised to be home for the funeral, but he didn't. He never came home. Only three years later Max saw his father again. Max was raised by his grandparents before they also died and he returned to his father's house when he was eight years old. But also then his father was never home. It was like living on your own. He could do whatever he liked. Bringing home girls for example. Stepping into the shower his thoughts weren't on the blond girl anymore. He was thinking of the lady coming over and all the ways he could get her in his bed tonight.

Stella was wearing a black dress and high pumps when he opened the door for her. 'Hi.' she said nervously. She was clearly thinking the same as him. She wanted him to f**k her and he wasn't going to wait. Placing his hand in hers, he took her inside and pushed her against the wall, before even closing the door. Pressing his lips hard on her soft lips, pushing his tong inside, he grabbed her hips and pulled her up so her legs were around his waist. She was moaning from pleasure. Tasting her, feeling her, was enough to grow hard. He placed Stella on the couch in the living room, getting harder every second. Max took of his pants and shirt before pushing himself between her legs. She was already touching herself and her p***y was very wet. Thrusting harder and harder inside her, coming close to his c****x, he heard footsteps close by.

'Max, I'm home!'