tft4

As the credits began rolling on their second movie in a row, Nick was about to get up to put in, yet another of his favorite videos.

Angel grabbed his arm and yanked him back down on the couch. "No more, Nicky!!! I can't take another! My eyes hurt, my back hurts, and my head is pounding.....That's ENOUGH!" Nick landed back, hard on the cushion, bouncing Angel slightly, causing her to groan and hold her head. His left cheek sat on the leftover bag of chips they were munching on earlier.Crushing them, and making a racket, they spewed out of the end of the bag all over the couch and floor. He knew she was gonna yell. He sheepishly looked up at her, under his blonde bangs hanging in his eyes, and braced for the onslaught. Instead, she laughed and shook her head at him. "What am I gonna do with you??!!"

"Pleasant things, I hope." he replied softly, studying her face for a reaction. Angel thought for a moment. "Maybe.....if you're a good boy." Her face breaking into a grin. "Well....we're not watching any more TV, THAT'S for sure." she said, rolling her eyes. Looking at the clock on the far wall, "It's only 10, what do you want to do?" Nick asked innocently. Angel caught the act and tried to douse that flame before it grew. "No way, uh huh! No more Nicky...." She shook her head for effect. "As much as I love you and all your parts, there's one that just won't be welcome tonight."

She watched his face fall like a kid who just got grounded for a week. His eyes left hers and focused on the end of his robe's belt.

"OH. Okay....." He replied, quiet and defeated.

Maybe that was too harsh for the poor boy.... "Come on.......let's go upstairs, I got somethin' for ya." She said, taking his hand in hers. His eyes lifted in relief. 'Must be that low self esteem thing again,' she thought. Using certain words sometimes triggers it. 'I guess 'not welcome' wasn't a good choice', She figured. Getting him off the couch, she headed for the steps. "Close up down here, Babe. I'll be up here."

Nick nodded, starting with the bag of busted chips. He cleaned that up, as only a male could, and went about locking all the doors and windows. In their bedroom, Angel lit a few candles and opened the French doors back up.Cool air swept across her, lifting a few strands of hair away from her face. She breathed in the crisp air deeply and gazed out across the Bay. Water lightly lapped at the edges, leaving her with a serene feeling. The moon was full tonight, and the sky clear. Stars twinkled at her, making her smile. 'Life was pretty good', She thought. Her thoughts, however, were thrown to the wind as Nick pounded up the stairs, 3 small followers at his heels. She turned just as one ran under his foot, and trying to avoid stepping on her, tripped himself. He crashed to the floor, just inside the door, landing on his hands and knees."DAMN IT HOUSTON!!" He yelled, more outta frustration than anger. All the dogs scurried outta his way and back down the hall. He got up quickly, but not before Angel cracked a smile. She rushed over to him, his face still scrunched up in pain. "You sure know how to make an entrance!" She laughed. He towered over her, the look on his face never wavering. "FREAKIN' DOGS!!!!!!" He was clearly pissed now, his ego bruised again. She rolled her eyes at his childishness and took hold of both his hands. She backed up with him in tow to their bed, and turned him around. "Sit down, I'll make it all better, Nicky." She said and stepped away from him. His face softened at her words, happy to know she wasn't gonna make fun of him. Houston peeked around the door frame, looked at Nick with her big bug eyes, and let out a loud bark, as if to say, 'It was your fault!' Nick snarled at her, and she took off down the steps, whining all the way.

Angel gathered a few items outta the drawer and returned to him. She pulled on his robe belt, loosened, and undid it. It fell open and she pointed to the bed. "Lay down......on your stomach." She instructed. He looked up at her for a second, stood, and laid down, face first. He didn't have a clue what she was doing, he didn't care. He cuddled the pillow to his face, and closed his eyes. "Lift your arms Nicky. Get them outta your sleeves." Nick shook them off and returned to his comfy position. Angel went to his side and slowly slid his robe off, tossing it to the floor. He shuddered at the cool air flowing in, his smooth skin turning bumpy. She gazed down at him, lovingly. The moonlight cast his body in a light blue glow. His blonde hair in his face, tickling his closed eyelids. His legs were parted slightly, his muscles relaxed. He wiggled his torso, getting more comfortable. His bare boohty swaying from side to side long after he stopped moving. He sighed softly, and nestled his face into the pillow he hugged.

Angel silently slipped off her own robe, leaving it on the floor. She stepped on the side of the bed, next to Nick's hip, lifting herself up, and resting her other foot on his opposite side. She kneeled down, and eased herself into a sitting position, straddling him. He never made a move. She studied him for a moment from her upright view. She loved his neck. No matter how slight his head is turned, the skin on the back always wrinkled up. But as he was now, head fully turned to the side, his wrinkles turned into cute little rolls. She never noticed that about anyone before. But it was things like these, that made him all the more special. His arms were outstretched, hands under his head, wrapped in the pillow. She reached down and lightly traced his armband tattoo, gently caressing his underarm and sides. He shivered a bit, and sighed quietly. Angel looked for the bottle she had thrown on the bed. Finding it, she poured a little into the palm of her hand and rubbed her hands together, warming the smooth liquid. She started at his neck, rubbing the coconut scented oil into the creases and pressing the base with her thumbs. She stared at his strong shoulders, his shoulder blades....so sexy. There was something about his back. Maybe it was his flawless skin, so soft and smooth. Maybe it was the muscles that moved his blades in a manner that drove her nuts when he played basketball. At any rate, she classified his back as one of his more sexier parts. She worked the warm oil into his muscles, pushing and rubbing a little harder.Nick moaned in delight, that telling her to continue. His body heat radiated through her hands as she moved them over his back. She breathed in deeply, inhaling the summer scent. His body glistened where she had been, as she continued her journey. With the tips of her fingers, she lightly ran them down his sides, feeling his ribs and back up again. His underarm hair tickled the tops of her hands as she worked her way around his sides. She couldn't stand it any longer. She bent her body, and leaned into his back, the tips of her breasts brushing him. She kissed him softly, sweetly on the back of his neck, gently sucking on his skin for a moment, enjoying his taste. Nick breathed in deeply and slowly exhaled, clearly enjoying the attention. Angel continued on. She scooted herself down off his ass and slid down to his feet. Picking up a foot, she held it in her lap. Pouring some more oil into her hands, she worked it in between each toe, rubbing her fingers throughout the expanse of his foot. She moved her way up to his calf, kneading his muscles, the oil slick on her hands. Reaching his meaty thigh, she grabbed a handful of flesh and pressed her fingers into his upper leg, matting down the light hair with oil. She did the same with his other leg. Once finished, she rubbed the back of his thighs, from just above the slight bend at his knee to the upward curve of his ass, with both hands in long....... slow........ strokes, up and down. Nick quietly grunted his approval into his pillow.

The cool air flowing in from the doors, was downright chilly. The only warmth came from her hands on his skin as she moved along his body. Both of them had been silently awaiting her arrival at his ass. She loved this boy's butt. There wasn't no white boy she's ever seen with an ass like this. Her hands left his upper legs and slowly, forcefully, slid over his fleshy cheeks. As her hands went along, her fingers left indentations in his chunky ass. His cheeks were so round and large. Not usually a "butt girl", Angel still had to marvel at his. Nick had one to behold. She always told him how hot he looked in tighter, khaki pants. His ass looked great when his pants weren't so damn baggy. But Nick never listened to her. The baggier the better. He always got a lot of slack from the other guys about his large boohty. But she couldn't get him to understand that NONE of those Boys have ANY ass at all.....and that's not a good thing. "Chicks need somethin' to grab hold of." she would tell him. He just never believed her.....or the countless other girls in the world that lusted after his ass. He didn't get it. 'But he sure does GOT IT.' she thought to herself, as she roughly palmed his flesh into a slick, scented mass. Angel worked her way back up to his lower back, kneading the muscles for a time. She bent down again and whispered into his ear. "Nicky?..... Turn over baby." She raised herself onto her knees, allowing him room to move. Nick let go of his pillow and turned his body onto his back. He was warm now. From her hands, from the oil, he didn't know. Angel shivered a bit though. The cool air flowed through the doors making her shudder. Nick raised his arms up to hers, stroking slowly, trying to warm her. She pushed him away, grabbing his wrists and placing them back at his sides. Without a word, she continued. A little more oil, she leaned forward and began on his upper shoulders, and neck. She could feel his blood pumping through the veins on his throat. She noted it was moving a bit faster. Sliding her hands over the raised muscles of his pecks, she fingered his tiny nipples, rubbing them roughly and moving on. Nick watched her, she was so intent on her job. Her eyes never left her hands on his skin, concentrating on her work. Her own nipples were hard as could be, from the cool air she couldn't get away from, he supposed. He stared at them, gently swaying as she rubbed his skin harder. He felt himself begin to stir, and nervously swallowed and closed his eyes.

Angel felt the pressing on her ass. She knew it was inevitable. She ignored it, and kept going. Her hands stroked his stomach, and his sides, causing Nick to wiggle his body from the ticklish feeling. She felt that.... Her spread legs tightened around him for a second, she inhaled sharply. She slid her body down, his cock sliding down her crack as she went. Nick accidentally groaned outloud. "Sorry...." He apologized for no real reason. She had to smile at him. Resting her hands on the tops of his thighs, she looked at his face. "Shhhh....be quiet Nicky......" she whispered. Going back to her work, she ignored the growing member in front of her. She rubbed his thick legs, enjoying the feeling almost as much as him. She traced the old cut on his knee, trying to remember where that one came from. While she thought, Nick sat up suddenly, taking her arms in his hands. "OK....Thats enough.....I can't take anymore." he exclaimed loudly. Angel, startled by his loudness, jerked back a bit. "Sorry...." his face softened but his words creshendoed even more... "...But I got a growing problem here, that has no place to go.....and pretty soon...its gonna feel mighty bad!!!!!" He regretted it already. Angel stared into his blue eyes for a moment, and with a single thought, shoved him back hard onto the bed. She quickly grabbed his wrists with her hands and secured them to his sides by leaning on them. Her face was just inches above his cock, which stood at attention quite nicely. He looked at her face, searching for an emotion.... Anger? Frustration? Contempt? She had to be pissed, he knew that. Angel's eyes blazed into his as she leaned down farther. And with one quick motion, swallowed him whole. "OOHHH GODDD!!!!!!" Nick's head slammed back into his pillow, his eyes tightly shut. Angel laughed inside. She knew it would come to this...but she let him think she was pissed. But she knew he couldn't help it. She was GLAD he couldn't help it. But he didn't have to know that.....just yet. She sucked on the tip roughly, as hard as she could, he lifted his hips up off the bed in pleasure. She tasted a bit of his salty liquid ooze out, and promptly deep throated him, taking in as much as she could. Angel raked her teeth all up his length. "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!" Nick couldn't tell if she hurt him or not, she immediately began licking his head hard again, making him forget about the pain. He never felt like this before. 'She must be really pissed off...' he thought in between waves of pleasure. He was still a tad bit scared of her though. Angel nibbled roughly, down the long, thick vein on his underside, only to return to his thick head that was now throbbing in need of explosion. "Angel............PLEASE................" She stopped all movement and lifted her head. "WHAT NICK?!?!??!", she shouted at him, mocking anger. He was literally writhing underneath her in need, in pain, in frustration. "I'm BEGGING YOU!!!!!!" he yelled, his eyes wide, his mouth open, and panting loudly.

She stared at him for a few seconds for effect, he had no control over his hips any longer, and she was having trouble controlling his hands. Angel squinted her eyes at him, and glanced at his cock. It pulsated in her face, teasing her, begging her for more. Nick groaned very loudly and scrunched up his face in pain. 'I guess that's my cue.....' She said to herself. Taking him back into her warm mouth, she suctioned her lips around his head and sucked hard... bobbing her head up and down. Nick was so loud, he startled her. "UUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH........OOOOHHHHHHH GGGGGOOOODDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!" His hips bucked wildly, Angel couldn't hold his hands anymore....he ripped them away and gripped the blanket as hard as he could. He thrusted into her mouth again and again, Angel pushed on his hips, trying to hold him down. She finally felt his warm liquid spurt out into her mouth, coating her throat.She kept on sucking hard until he sensitized and it hurt him. His hands pushed her face away from his crotch, he grabbed her by both arms and yanked her up his body. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly to his heaving chest. His heart beat wildly under her ear and she struggled to breathe in his tight grasp. Angel tucked her arms under his shoulders and laid fully on him, feeling his body wrack, trying to catch his breath and recover. Slowly, his breathing became regular, he lightly stroked her bare back. Angel nuzzled his neck, nosing her face into the crook. "I'm sorry........." He said again. "There's no reason to be, Nicky. I was just teasing you."

"Oh."

A long silence.

"Can you do that more often?"

"You're so friggin' adorable, ya know that?!" Angel lifted her head to look at his face. She kissed his lips, sucking on his bottom lip. "But ya know....." she said in between sucks, "I'm feelin' a little left out." He raised his eyebrows, alert now. "So what do you want me to do about that, dear?" he said, pulling away from her mouth, and doing the Carter sideways grin. She looked him in the eye and with one raised brow... "Go get the papers."

Nick struggled outta the bed and into his closet. She watched him, amused. The kid's a walking pervert. They made a good match.

He came back out, papers in hand. Sitting down on his leg, he set them down. "Only 3 left. One is yours, TWO are mine." He grinned widely. "Feelin' lucky, are we, Nicky?!?" Angel smiled at him. "You know the drill, pick one." he offered in anticipation. His eyes brightened and he twisted his fingers around each other, waiting. Angel took the nearest one, knowing it would be one of his. She opened it up only to read her own writing. Shocked, she folded it back up. "Well?......... What's the matter?!" he asked, slightly alarmed as he saw her face fall. He suddenly remembered what he wrote on one of them, and was afraid of this. His eyes widened and his mouth hung open, unable to speak at first. "You don't have to if you don't want to, I....." Angel cut him off with a wave. Placing her hand on his chest, she sighed loudly. "It's mine Nick, not yours." He sighed ouloud in relief. "Well than why are you not smiling or throwing it my face doing a little victory dance?!?!?" He was totally confused, rightfully so this time.

She sighed again, "This is one of my favorite things to do with you. But I won't be able to fully enjoy it the way I want..... Not tonight." Her eyes left his and her hands played with the paper's edges. He softened when he realized why. "Too sore, still?" he half commented, half questioned. "Yeah." was her only reply and it came out barely audible. "I'm sorry, baby.... I......" He didn't know what to say. It was his fault, wasn't it? His brows furrowed in thought, his hands taking hold of hers gently. Angel could feel him struggling for words, or comfort. When she glanced at his face, she watched it lighten up in an idea. Just the look on his face made her feel better.

Just as quickly as it appeared, it faded away. "What Nick?"

"Well, I was thinking.....maybe we can change the rules a bit....." She looked at him inquisitively. "Since I have the last 2 papers, I thought that I could show you the one I wanted and maybe you'll be up for that." "But then......." She kept him going. "But then, I don't know what yours is, and mine is probably way worse for you....... So.... nevermind." he waved his hand and shook his head, his blond strands falling into his eyes. Angel smiled at his thoughtfulness, and raised her hand to his face. He gazed into her eyes as she lifted the wisps away from his eyes and brushed them back with her fingers. "Let me see Nick." she said, reaching for the paper. He yanked it away, fearful now. "NO!...........It's okay Angel......We'll just wait til you feel up to it." She watched him intently. She knows him, and thats not "OK". It was something else. She scooted closer to him, inches from his face now. "Nicky....spill it." His face expressed frustration at his stupidity, fear of her reaction, and confusion on how he backed himself into this corner, all wrapped in one look. Without another word, he handed over the paper. She took it and was about to open, when he grabbed her hand in both of his. "NO! Wait......." Angel stopped, raised her eyes back to his. He was afraid. "Nick, what is the problem?" He rolled his eyes and looked down at his hands still holding hers, playing with her fingers. "I just don't want......listen...." His eyes met her again. "......You don't have to do this. I never asked any other of my past girlfriends, I never even brought it up cuz I was too scared to know what they would think, and I didn't know how to ask.........."

Angel stared into his deep blue eyes. They stared back, wide and fearful, afraid he was about to get hurt, but still laying it out there for her.

".........but with you its different. I love you so much, and if I was to do this, you're the only one I could even try to present this to. I knew I would someday, but when I got this idea for our little game, I wrote it down without even talking to you first about it. That's why I don't want you to read it now."

He sighed heavily, his chest slumping a bit, his eyes averted. Halfway through his speech, Angel realized what he probably wanted. Didn't really take her but a moment to answer in her head.

"Nick.....lemme see it.....I promise I won't laugh, I won't be disgusted, and I would never be ashamed or disappointed in you..........." And with a sudden twinkle in her eye, she half smiled at him, ".......I just might say yes." Nick studied her face for a minute, and looked at his hand. Gingerly, he handed it back to her. He closed his eyes as she read it. Angel opened it up and verified her assumptions. "Well Nick...." she started, as he made a face, she guessed to brace himself for harsh words. ".........I hope you bought some Astroglide, big boy. Cuz we ain't doin' this without the whole damn bottle." She smiled warmly at him when he raised his eyes to her level.

"Nicky....I never want you to be afraid to tell me things. All your inner most thoughts, fantasies, I wanna know them, and I will never hold any of it against you or make you feel bad for thinking it........ Do you understand?" she said softly. Nick couldn't say anything, so he leaned in, their foreheads touching. Angel kissed his lips for good measure. "Now........" she whispered, ".......do you wanna do this or not?!" Nick backed up a bit, surprise covering his face. "Right now?!??!? Are you sure?!??" Angel smiled and nodded. "I'm gonna go freshen up a bit, and I'll meet you back here in 10 minutes. K?"He smiled his smile again. His dimples showing, his teeth glowing in the moonlight, his eyebrows high on his forehead. That sweet one he gives when he is truly, genuinely happy.

'That right there, is worth all the pain and damage he'd gonna cause.' She thought matter~of~factly, and sighing.

"Okay.......10 minutes then." He let go of her hands and watched her grab her robe and leave for the bathroom. Nick sat in silence, and looked around. The clock read 12:38 AM. And he was about to do something he's thought about for years. "What a woman." he stated outloud, shaking his head in amazement. Getting up, he made the bed up again and turned down the sheets. Figuring he's the one that could use the freshening up, he hit the other bathroom down the hall.........