After chatting up two blondes at the hotel lounge, I decided to head to the usual Friday spot. It was a pub next to the stock exchange offices.
The bouncer held up his hand, indicating that I should wait for the people who walked in to squeeze in through the throng before letting me in. I finally stepped inside and saw plenty of girls.
I walked around and spotted my best friend’s girl, who was with a nice, little filly. “Hey, Zelda,” I said.
She smiled and hugged me. “I’m glad you’re here. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” She grabbed her friend’s wrist and pulled her towards me. “This is Angie,” she added.
Angie’s eyes sparkled as she stepped forward and stuck out her hand. “Nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you, too. I’m Ray.”
She was slightly slimmer than I preferred, but her round cheekbones, white teeth and perky breasts more than made up for it. Not to mention her blonde, curly hair, which I loved so much.
Angie was holding a beer as she kept her eyes focused on me while she spoke. To be honest, I can’t remember most of what she said, but I thought that she was into me because she wouldn’t stop talking. I looked at Zelda and saw that she was tipsy. Then, I looked at Angie and noticed the same thing.
After she spoke for a few minutes without stopping, I interrupted. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
“You wanna make out?”
She looked down for two seconds, then back at me. “Okay.”
I stepped forward and saw her close her eyes before I pressed my lips against hers. I loved her soft lips and tongue, which felt short for some strange reason. Maybe she was hesitant about sticking it in too deep.
My dick got hard. The kiss was great, but kissing Angie after a few minutes of meeting her turned me on.
She pulled away while keeping her eyes closed. “Is that it?” I asked, feeling that the kiss ended prematurely.
Zelda and two guys standing nearby were looking at us. My lips curled, feeling like I was the centre of attention. I turned to the two guys and said, “Man, I’ve got a boner.”
Their facial expressions remained the same while looking at me. I figured that their jealousy impeded them from finding humour in what I said.
Zelda lightly pushed me towards Angie, who was looking at my chest. I figured that the instant attraction made her kiss me, but realising that we could be more made her hold back.
“Don’t worry. We’ll take our time,” I said.
She looked at me and smiled.
They went to the bar, then returned with another round of drinks while I was watching a game on TV. I heard them talking about work and how they were going to get home. Zelda told Angie that she was scared to walk back to her place.
“I’ll take you,” I said.
They looked at each other and smiled. We spoke for a few minutes before Zelda went to the bar to get another round for them.
“What do you do?” asked Angie.
“I’m an accountant. You?”
“Ah. Not only are you beautiful, but you’re also smart.”
She smiled and grabbed my arms. “Thank you. That’s so sweet of you to say.”
“I appreciate your honesty. It’s nice to be around people who are like that. Stay away from dishonest people if you want my advice.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
Zelda returned, and we spoke for about an hour before I noticed their droopy eyelids and slurred speech. “Should we get going?” I asked.
“I think it’s time. We’ve had quite a bit to drink,” said Zelda, then turned to Angie before they tittered.
I dropped off Zelda first. Angie and I looked at each other after Zelda got out of the car. “You wanna have a chat at my place for a few minutes?” I asked.
“I guess we could.”
We walked into my place, and I asked Angie what she wanted to drink. At first, she didn’t want anything but changed her mind by opting for a glass of wine.
I handed it to her and sat beside her. She sipped it while looking into the glass. As she was about to put it down, she took another sip. I sensed that she felt slightly uncomfortable.
I couldn’t think of anything to say to make her feel comfortable, so I tilted her face towards me and stuck my tongue into her mouth. She grabbed my shoulder and pressed her chest against me. I knew it was on like Donkey Kong.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her to the bedroom. She grabbed the back of my head as I groped her neck. I squeezed her ass with both hands, then lifted her while pressing my lips against her neck.
I fell on top of her on the bed, and she wrapped her arms and legs around me. My lips lowered to her chest, and I unbuttoned her top. I opened her shirt and saw her black bra over her bulging tits. I kissed the part of the breast sticking out of the bra, then moved my lips down to her stomach.
She arched her back, unzipped the back of her skirt and then looked at me. I pulled her skirt down, and she opened her legs. I reached under her back and unclipped her bra, then pulled it off her chest. She smiled at me before I sucked her tit while rubbing her pussy over her underwear.
She closed her eyes and moaned, making me harder. As much as I enjoyed sucking her tit, I couldn’t wait to shove my cock inside her.
I pulled off her underwear, then looked at her as she slowly swayed her head while keeping her eyes closed. I felt that she couldn’t wait to feel my cock inside her as much as I wanted to ram it in.
As I pulled off her underwear, she looked at me and smiled. I grabbed her calves and opened her legs. She rubbed her pussy, then ran her hand over her abdomen and squeezed her tit. She grimaced as I stuck my dick in. God, she was so wet.
Angie moaned as I rammed her, almost like she was suppressing a loud groan. It’s as if she was struggling and enjoying herself at the same time. It was so hot, and it made me ram her faster. A groan shot out of her mouth, making me smile.
She caressed her left tit, and lines appeared in between her eyebrows. She screeched and reached for my chest. “Oh, my God. Oh, my God,” she exclaimed. Her eyelids raised slightly, and I saw her eyes roll to the back of her head.
I smiled as my cock went in all the way. Her tight lips curled as her eyebrows neared. I felt that she loved having a hard cock inside her.
As I pulled my cock out, she turned on her side. I lay behind her and grabbed her right leg before lifting it. She smiled as I shoved my cock inside her wet pussy. Angie moaned as we started rocking. As I looked at her beautiful face, I grabbed her jaw and turned her face to look at me.
Her eyes were closed as we kept bobbing, and I increased the pace. She was breathing rapidly through her nose as she tried to suppress her moans. I grabbed her throat and squeezed it, enough for her face to slightly flush but nowhere near pain.
Seeing her enjoy the slight pressure on her neck made me feel that she was kinkier than I imagined. That got me even more aroused, making me feel that my balls bubbled up. I groaned in her ear as I came.
I lay on my back and heard her pant. As she turned to face me, I thought that she would rest her head on my chest before we fell asleep.
“I have to go,” she said.
I frowned. “You’re not gonna stay the night?”
“It’s best that I go.”
“Okay,” I said, feeling disappointed.
I drove to her house, and she kissed my cheek. It felt so awkward since we had sex a few minutes prior. I figured that she might be a bit uncomfortable because everything happened so fast. No need to worry. I’ll see her sooner or later at Zelda’s place.
The following weekend, Zelda invited me over for a barbecue. I was so excited about seeing Angie. I didn’t get her number the night we met, so I wanted to ask her at Zelda’s place.
After half an hour at the barbecue, Zelda received a message. “Angie says she can’t make it,” she said.
My chin lowered as my gaze dropped. I considered getting Angie’s number from Zelda, but I thought it was tacky. If Angie wanted to give it to me, she’d do it herself. Besides, it would be a matter of time before we met up at Zelda’s get-togethers.
She wasn’t at the following one, nor the one after that. I got the impression that she didn’t want to see me, but I wanted to see her before moving to Cape Town. A month had passed since we met, and my boss decided to transfer me to the Cape Town branch. It was more than a thousand kilometres away from Angie, but we could’ve stayed in touch if she wanted.
Zelda organised a farewell party for me at her place. Angie didn’t show up. “Have you spoken to Angie?” I asked Zelda.
“Not in the last two days. She hasn’t been at work, nor has she answered my calls.”
“Hope she’s okay.” Zelda nodded, not looking alarmed. I felt that she knew something I didn’t. “You think she’s okay?” I added.
“I’m sure she’ll be fine.”
I moved to Cape Town with a heavy heart. I thought that Angie was the one, and I couldn’t understand why she avoided me. Surely, she must’ve thought our night was special like I did?
After three months, I received a message from an unknown number. I smiled after reading it. Angie wanted to meet up because she was in town.
We met at a cocktail bar on a Friday. I didn’t know if I should hug or kiss her as she approached. She made it easy for me by turning her cheek.
“How’ve you been?” she asked.
“Great. I’m enjoying Cape Town.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
A few seconds of silence followed as we looked at each other. “What brings you to town?” I asked.
“A work function. I thought we’d chat since I’m here.”
“I was actually hoping to do that before I left Johannesburg.”
“Sorry about that. I was in a car accident just before you left. Ended up in hospital.”
“Oh, my God. Are you okay?”
“Yes, I’m fine. It was nothing major.”
I smiled, feeling revealed that she was okay and that she hadn’t actually ignored me.
After chatting for an hour, we went to my place and had sex. It was even better than the first time.
Angie visited me every second weekend, and I also went up to Johannesburg when I got the chance. We became close a few months later, and she asked to move in with me.
“Um, sure. That’s fine.” I said. “You wanna move to Cape Town?”
“It’s the only way we can be together.”
“Okay, great. I’m looking forward to it.”
“There’s something I have to tell you.”
“I wasn’t honest about that car accident.”
“What do you mean?”
“It never happened. I made up the story. The reason I didn’t attend your farewell is because I didn’t want to get involved with you at the time. I had just broken up with my ex, and I was looking for fun and nothing serious. That’s why I was prepared to have sex with you the first night. When I saw that we could be more, I stayed away from you.”
“What made you get in touch with me?”
“Regret. After a few months of being away from you, I missed you. I thought that I might miss out on a great guy.”
I blew out a breath. “Okay.”
“Zelda said to me when you didn’t show up that you were fine, but she also mentioned that you weren’t at work. It seemed to me like she knew something I didn’t.”
“Some Thursday nights, I go out and drink. She knows about that. I was actually hammered before your farewell. That was another reason I didn’t attend.”
“I see. So, what now?”
“It’s up to you. Do you still want to be with me?”
“Only if you want to be with me.”
“I do. I don’t want to feel that I’ve missed out.”
Angie moved in at month-end. We had sex at least twice a week and fell in love throughout the months. Like most couples, we fought once in a while but nothing over the top. She told me that she loved me when we celebrated my birthday.
After living with her for six months, I proposed. It felt like the right thing to do. I was in love with her, and she told me that she felt the same. So, where’s the harm?
Zelda and my best friend attended the wedding, as well as Angie’s and my family. I felt that everything in my life was going according to plan. I had the perfect job, lived in a great city and was about to marry an amazing woman.
My feet fidgeted at the altar. I couldn’t wait for Angie to arrive. Some of the guests looked at each other and at the entrance to see if Angie was there after fifteen minutes. Another five minutes had passed.
The awkwardness pervaded throughout the church. Zelda’s sister, Angie’s maid of honour, walked down the aisle and handed me a note.
I’m sorry, Ray. I can’t marry you. It’s not the right thing to do. I’d be doing a disservice to both of us. When I contacted you, I feared missing out on a life without you. But when you proposed, I realised afterwards that I would regret marrying you. I lied about being in love with you. I’m so sorry. I wish you all the best. Sincerely Angie.
My cheeks were bloated as I blew out a breath. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Then, I remembered what she said to me when we met about staying away from liars. She was right; it was for the best to avoid them. Angie taught me that when somebody shows you who they are, believe them. I also learnt that a tiger never changes its stripes.