Turning Point

Chapter 7

Chapter 7I floated up out of a deep slumber. A moment passed before I realized where I was. Then I felt Angela cuddled up behind me, her breasts pressed blissfully to my back. Her arm wrapped around my stomach, holding me against her. I felt her breath on my neck, and it sent a thrill through me. I was pretty sure she was still sleeping. Stirring, Angela snuggled in closer. It was intoxicating to have her so near; her warmth merged with mine.

“Mmmmmm.” Angela purred. “This is so wonderfully snug, I may not get out of bed today. I hope I didn’t smother you last night.”

“No. Not at all. It was... nice.” I answered carefully.

Angela lifted her arm from my waist and rolled away from me onto her back. Raising her arms above her head, she arced her back, extended her legs, and groaned in a fierce morning stretch. I turned over to face her, letting my eyes drink in her beauty again.

“I had some pretty racy dreams last night. Don’t take this the wrong way”, Angela admonished, touching her forefinger impishly to my nose, “‘cause you know I love you, Em.” My heart thrilled to hear that from her lips, even said playfully, but then sank when she continued, “But right now, I’d trade you for a guy in a heartbeat.”

“Hey!” I gave her a good-natured shove and tried to keep a joking tone as well, “What do you mean? Oh, I see how it is. I keep you nice and toasty all night and the second you get horny, you’re ready to kick me to the curb.”

“Girl”, Angela chuckled, “I skipped past ‘horny’ and moved right on up to ‘ravenous’. I guess it’s a good thing for my fortitude that you don’t have a d**k. Otherwise, I’d give up my vow of chastity and surely f**k you ‘til your eyes changed color.”

My mouth opened in surprise at her directness and I resisted the impulse to volunteer my services despite my gender. She laughed, “Haven’t you gotten used to my crude mouth, yet?”

“No, it’s not that.” I lied. “It’s that ‘vow of chastity’ crack. Chastity? You? Yeah, right.”

“Hey,” Angela protested, “you cut me to the quick.” Looking down at her torso, she moved her hands about searchingly. “Wherever the hell my ‘quick’ is.”

Giving up her mock self-inspection, she looked at me and wagged her finger. “Just because I masturbate ‘til my fingers bleed, doesn’t mean I’ve found a lad worthy of my ‘attentions’.”

“In fact,” she chuckled, “my goddamn chastity is why I have to jerk off every five minutes.”

“Well”, I replied, “it’s a good thing it’s a holiday, ‘cause it sounds like we’d better schedule you some ‘alone time’ today before you start raping the entire student body.”

“Now that”, Angela pronounced emphatically, “sounds like a plan.”