Tickled Pink

I sighed, loathe to give up the ground I'd just secured, but knowing she wouldn't let anything proceed with Sam in the room. He was curled into a soft orange ball in the corner, his sleepy eyes blinking up at me as I approached. My older brother's cat-

kitten really-the one Dad said he couldn't have, but here it was, anyway, making himself comfy on a week's worth of dirty laundry.

"Put him out," Angel insisted, and I glanced over my shoulder, gritting my teeth as she worked the buttons again in the wrong direction.

"Bad kitty," I grumbled, picking him up and opening my door. I tossed him gently into the hallway and he landed on his feet, turning to look at me with large, betrayed eyes.

"I can't… with anyone watching…" Angel explained by way of an apology, biting her lip and looking up at me as I came back toward the bed.

"Well, now no one's watching," I assured her, climbing back into my little twin bed and moving in to kiss her. She kissed me back, her lips soft and open. The sweet smell of her hair brushing my cheek made me dizzy with lust as she rocked against me, slanting her mouth across mine like she was looking for something, her hands gripping my t-shirt into fists. Somehow she maneuvered herself onto me, and I decided to start lower this time, working the button on her jeans.

"Mark…" She mumbled my name against my mouth, her tongue playing along my lips, and I slid one hand in through a mis-buttoned gape in her blouse, my finger rubbing her nipple and making her moan and wiggle some more. My other hand was ticking her zipper down a little at a time, and her little hips wiggled on me, driving me to distraction.

"Wait," she whispered as I slid my hand into her jeans, heading for the promised land. "No, wait, don't…"

I sighed, moving my hand to less offensive territory, sliding it around behind and under the waistband of her jeans. Her skin was soft and she relaxed, kissing me again as I inched my way further down, seeking the top band of her panties. Surprised, I didn't find it as the rounded curve of her ass fill my hand.

"Angel," I murmured, confused, feeling my way over the soft globe of her behind.

Then I found it-a thin band of material running up the crack of her ass. "Are you wearing a thong?"

"Yes," she admitted, her smile shy, her cheeks pink, her blue eyes looking out at me from under those blonde bangs like she’d been keeping a secret-and she had! "It's more like a g-string kind of a thing…"

"Oh my God." I said, grinning, grinned, remembering my comment last week about the little cotton panties she wore, like a little girl, with all the days of the week. "Let me see!"

She giggled as I tugged on her jeans, batting at my hands, but letting me make quite a bit of headway as the denim slid down her hips.

"What color are they?" I groaned when she moved off of me to stand next to the bed, realizing what this meant. She’d been planning on me seeing her in her new underwear all along! My cock twitched at the thought.

"See for yourself." She gave me a coy smile and turned her back to me as she wiggled the rest of the way out of her jeans. Down, down, down her hips they went, and my eyes traced the thin black strap down the crack of her ass, glimpsing where it disappeared between her thighs. My cock jumped when I saw the crotch of the thong, a little darker than the rest.

"Black," I breathed, moving my hand over her behind as she stepped out of her pants and turned to face me.

Pulling her white blouse up over the smooth, flat expanse of her belly, lifting it high enough to expose her navel, she looked down at me and bit her lip. "Do you like them?"

I nodded, tracing the black triangle I knew was hiding a dark blonde one underneath. The way her thighs swelled at the apex, mimicking the smaller swell between them, left me breathless. I wanted to shove the little bit of material aside and delve deep up inside of her, with my fingers, my tongue, my cock. The look on my face must have betrayed my thoughts, because Angel let her blouse fall, covering the thong.

"Nuh-uh!" I grabbed her ass and pulled her toward the bed. "Come here."

"Mark!" she squealed, laughing as I yanked her up onto the bed, looking up at her kneeling over my chest.

"I just want to show you how much I love your new underwear." I moved down, spreading her thighs with my hands, positioning myself beneath her.

"Ohhh," she breathed as I nudged her panties aside and found her with my tongue, probing between her lips, searching the slick, wet folds for the little nub of flesh that made her go all weak and fluttery when I touched it. "Ohhh God, Mark, what are you doing…!"

I'd been dreaming about this moment, and the sound of her moans and the taste of her musky juices in my throat nearly sent me over right then. My cock was pulsing hard against my zipper, and I didn't even dare release it for fear of coming on the spot.

Angel rocked against my tongue, her thighs trembling, and I watched, delighted, as she pulled her shirt up over her breasts.