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Want more? :)

This is a work of fan fiction, based on characters and situations
created by Winnie Holzman.

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"So, like...everything's cool?"

Jordan's words brought Angela out of her warm haze. She'd been that
way most of the concert...it had been a perfect evening! Their
misunderstanding that had ended the previous school year seemed to
have never happened. Jordan's sweet letter--had Brian Krakow really
written it for him? She wasn't sure she cared. 

At first, Angela didn't know why she'd agreed to see Jordan Catalano
again. But he'd been so...distant. His unavailability fascinated her.
Soundgarden was also a powerful motivator; they'd been sold out for
weeks. And Jordan had changed so much. He seemed embarrassed about his
night with Rayanne...he'd known it was a mistake. He'd practically
begged Angela for another chance. And so far Jordan had been true to
his word. He'd been a perfect gentleman all through the show, talking
pleasantly about music, parties and his plans to join the Marines
after high school. And the old chemistry seemed to be coming back. As
they'd talked and enjoyed the concert, he'd gradually warmed up. He
held her hand, right there in public! It was just so cool to be seen
with him...but she didn't know why.

Now, as Jordan slipped an arm around her in the front seat of his red
convertible, Angela felt all those old contradictions coming back. The
"good girl" voice in her head, the one she usually listened to,
reminded her that Jordan had treated her like shit in front of his
cool friends, but that he'd had different ideas the last time they
were in his car. And he'd made that pitiful dweeb Brian Krakow write a
love letter to her and sign Jordan's name to it. But when she was with
Jordan Catalano, there was that *other* voice. The one she always
pictured as being from Rayanne. The one that reminded her how
incredibly sexy Jordan was. The arrogant way he took control. The heat
of his kisses. That voice told her, "Go for it!"

Angela knew she had to answer.

"Jordan...it's cool."

"I thought it might." Jordan smiled, that smile she couldn't resist. 

"It's just so...like, euphoric to be here with you again!"

"It's like all that shit never happened...uh...what's yooforick mean?"

"Like, don't talk..." Angela leaned forward to kiss him. Their tongues
met and the Good Girl voice was silenced. Jordan reached around her
and turned on the radio.

"...swim out past the breakers, watch the world die..."

Jordan ran his fingers through Angela's fiery red hair. She was in
another world. Their kisses deepened. Angela felt a sweet narcosis as
Jordan moved to her neck, seeming to find sensitive places she didn't
know she had. She tried to return the caresses but his strong hands
pinned her to the seat.

"She's a brick and I'm drowning slowly..."

Angela felt her nipples harden beneath the top. Jordan noticed it too.
Excited now, he ventured a hand over Angela's soft little breasts. To
his surprise she didn't stop him this time. Angela melted into his
arms, letting him lead. Jordan got a hand under the top, felt the
warmth of her skin and the hard nipples beneath her bra. He may not
excel in school, but one thing Jordan knew was how to undo a bra. His
hand found the front catch and Angela's breasts were his.

"Taste me, my friend..."

Angela was surprised to find her breasts bare. But Jordan quickly went
to work, caressing a hard nipple. Her whole body tingled and she
gasped. The Rayanne in her head said, If not now then when, girl?

"Never had to knock on wood..."

Jordan had undone his jeans. So very gently, he guided Angela's hand.
Angela surprised herself with her eagerness, taking Jordan's hard
shaft in her delicate fingers. She caressed him, the way Rayanne had
talked about. The head felt so smooth, the shaft so hard and warm.
Jordan sighed and pulled her closer.

"I want to blow you...away..."

Now Jordan took control. He eased Angela's head downward. Angela
didn't mind. This was, after all, what she'd wanted. And she knew
Jordan would give her such pleasure afterwards, the pleasure she'd
been missing. Angela felt an insistent throbbing between her legs as
she eased her mouth onto Jordan's cock. Her tongue closed on the shaft
and Jordan moaned. His hands ran through her hair, holding her steady.
Angela ran her tongue along Jordan's cock (again thanking Rayanne
silently). Jordan began to thrust gently into her mouth. Angela could
feel her hard little clit twitching against her tights now. She just
knew that Jordan could quiet its throbbing. She felt Jordan's hips
beating faster, jarring her a little. The cock in her mouth stretched
her but Angela was past caring. Suddenly Jordan cried out, clamped his
hands on her head. He pushed his penis farther into Angela's mouth and
held her there firmly. Angela felt the head of his cock swell, the hot
flood down her throat. Despite Rayanne's jokes, it didn't taste like
much of anything.

"How's it gonna be when you don't know me anymore..."

They sat up. Angela turned the radio off and leaned forward to kiss
him, but Jordan pulled away a little. The heat in Angela's pussy
called to her. Jordan was dangerous, a bad boy, but he made her feel
things she thought she couldn't have felt. "My turn," she said, taking
Jordan's hand and guiding it between her legs. She had dreamed of this
moment. He would look at her and he would say...

"Uh...Angela, I gotta go."

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah. My old man will be pissed at me."

"But...don't you want to..."

"Angela...that's like fine for girls like Rayanne. But you're a really
nice girl, you know? Nice girls shouldn't start LIKING that...it's for
men...uh...you like don't want to be a Rayanne, do you?"

Angela was thuderstruck. "What-EVER! And Rayanne is like my friend."

"Well, uh...I had a good time...see you at school and stuff."

Angela pulled her bra off under the top, tucked it in her purse. She
felt numb as she walked up the steps to her house. Crossing her arms
in front of her so the nipples wouldn't show, she started upstairs.

"Angela!"

"Yeah Mom?"

"You're home early, dear. How was the concert?"

"Oh..OK I guess...I'm tired, Mom. Good night."

"Angela? Is something wrong? Jordan didn't try anything did he?"

"God, Mom! No..."

Angela was soon in the bathroom, locked in with her thoughts. Kicking
off her boots, she felt so stupid. Shit! Jordan Catalano had jacked
her up again. First that tender (if a little too Kenny G) love song,
"Red." She'd thought it was for her, but it was about Catalano's
fucking CAR. Then his aloof behavior while they were supposedly
dating, ending in his boinking her best friend Rayanne. The letter
that she thought bared his innermost thoughts...but those thoughts
were the thoughts of Brian Krakow, her dweeby,
hopelessly-in-love-with-her neighbor. Then this.

And now what? Angela pulled off her top, stood at the mirror. She
cupped a hand under her left breast, so recently touched for the first
time by Jordan Catalano. She was still stunned by everything. She
wasn't too upset about the blowjob, at least no more than she thought
she should be for her first time. It wasn't really date rape; she'd
actually wanted more than Jordan was willing to give. But the way he'd
used her! Story of her so-called life--it was only a so-called first
time.

Angela continued to undress, stepping out of her skirt, peeling the
black tights over her hips and off her feet. Finally rolling off her
panties, Angela found them damp from her arousal. She stood naked in
front of the mirror. Her hair was soft and very red from the dye job.
Her lips were full and pouty. She thought her body wasn't bad. Her
breasts were smaller than Rayanne's but perfectly round. Her hips were
narrow and flared in the right places. Her legs, she thought, were
just a little thin, tapering down to her long pale-skinned feet with
their bright red-polished toenails.

But, considering some of what Jordan Catalano had slept with, not bad.

So why hadn't Jordan wanted this body? That egotistical bastard!
Angela had to do something, make a statement. Her gaze went to her
neat triangle of brown pubic hair. Damn! It didn't match her red dye
job anyway. Angela reached into a drawer, retrieved her electric
razor. Flipping it on, she touched the razor to her mons. Its blades
cut through the short brown hair, exposing smooth pale skin. The cold
of the metal awakened Angela's senses. Now she stood on tiptoe and
arched her legs. Very gently, she ran the razor over the twin folds of
her groin and across her labia. The vibrations from the razor gave
Angela an unexpected ping of pleasure. She'd never felt anything like
it! Her nipples hardened; she drew in her breath sharply. The
vibration from the razor was like her own hands...but much stonger and
faster. Finally, she carefully spread her lips and rolled the razor
around her clit, removing every trace of hair from her pussy. She felt
the moisture coming as her vagina throbbed and contracted. Briefly,
Angela felt a breast, rolled its nipple in her fingers.

With the combined fatigue and arousal, Angela decided to skip the
bath. Pulling a towel around herself, she peeked out the door. Nobody.
Angela's bare feet made no noise on the carpet as she padded to her
bedroom. Locking the door, she prepared to slip off the towel.

"Hey, Chase! Nice show, but hadn't you better keep it on?"

Gathering the towel about her body, Angela jumped. Looking at her open
window, she saw the too-familiar face of Brian Krakow, sitting in the
tree outside as usual.

"Get down from there, Krakow! Isn't this invasion of privacy or
something?"

"What's the matter, Chase? Catalano run out of steam?"

"I beg your pardon?"

Uh...oh, you're just home early, that's all."

Krakow had that way about him. Angela was sure he was too clueless to
know what was going on. But he came up with those little double
meanings at just the right times. "Krakow, how come you're not home
completing the Unified Fields Theory or whatever you do in your spare
time?

"Oh...I couldn't take the excitement. We got a message on the machine
earlier and the parental units are having a fascinating debate over
which Dr. Krakow it's for."

"Krakow, when are you going to get a life?"

"Who needs a life? I have a computer!"

"So why don't you go find a woman you can understand? One made of
those little elves."

"That's 'pixels,' Chase!"

"What-ever!"

Brian let go of the branch and disappeared. Angela turned from the
window.

"Uh...Angela?"

"What now?"

"Well...if you ever want to, you know, talk about it...I'm,
uh...around."

"I'll think about it...thank you, Brian."

"OK. Really going this time!" And he was gone.

After closing the window, Angela dropped the towel and lay naked on
her bed. Even her conversation with Brian the Brain hadn't quieted the
throbbing in her body, the turmoil of her thoughts. Actually though,
seeing Brian right after what happened with Jordan Catalano might have
been good for her. For some reason, things made sense again.
Still...if Krakow knew what had happened, the poor little geek
probably couldn't take it. Angela smiled at the thought that he'd been
within five feet of a shaved pussy and didn't know it. She spread her
legs. Taking a hand-held mirror, she now admired that pussy. The
smoothness was strange and exciting; she hadn't seen herself that way
since she was ten. Her mons was bare and hard, her labia were still
red and swollen from the recent excitement. As Angela ran a hand over
her breasts, caressing a nipple, tiny tingles ran along her nerves
from her breasts to her clit. Her body was on fire. Something had to
be done.

Angela had tried masturbating, of course. But she'd never felt much
from it, and had certainly never come. Now she felt her whole body
throb in time with her clit. Angela held both her breasts in her
hands, softly rubbing the skin, as Jordan had done. Her nipples were
rock-hard, standing out against the pink of the surrounding skin.
Angela ran her fingers over them, rolling the hard little knobs
between her fingertips. She gasped with pleasure and felt a twitch
between her legs. 
Situating the mirror on the bed, Angela spread wide to look at
herself. Her tiny clit was rock-hard, peeking from its nest of skin at
the top of her pussy. Moisture glistened on her delicate labia. She
lay back on the pillows and ran a hand down her body, teasing the tiny
hairs as little bumps rose on her. Now she pressed the soles of her
feet together, feeling a tingle up her legs. Her hand slid down over
the clean-shaven mons. Fingertips teased the soft skin. Angela's
muscles contracted and urged her on. She ran a hand between her legs
to knead the outside of her labia. She was soaked.

Unable to hold off any longer, Angela gently spread her lips with her
fingers, felt through the wet swollen flesh to find her clit. She ran
two fingers along its sides, thrusting her hips into the air to meet
the probing hand. The heat started in her clit, spread to her whole
body. She had never felt like this before. Each stroke sent waves of
pleasure through her. Now she found her rhythm, rubbing her clit in
tiny circles, rotating her hips. The other hand pinched her nipples.
Angela even tried to get a breast into her mouth, but they were too
small. Now it didn't matter. She felt the contractions, slid a finger
into her vagina to feel them better. Almost by instinct, she hooked
the finger upward beneath her pubic bone, found a patch of rough
flesh. What had Rayanne called it? A "G Spot?" She gave it a tiny
flick and exploded into her first orgasm, her toes curled tightly, her
pussy burning,  her body bucking uncontrollably, holding a pillow over
her face to muffle her cries.

As she settled back to reality, Angela knew she needed to do something
more. Her vagina was relaxed, this was the perfect time. Taking the
candle from its holder by her bed, she gently slid it inside her. She
carefully stretched her hymen with it until it wouldn't matter. It
hurt a little but was exciting also. Finally, she thrust the candle
forward and what was left of her cherry was gone. Some man would
replace the candle someday, but she already knew it wasn't Jordan
Catalano. Not now. Excited again, Angela gripped the candle with her
pussy muscles, running it in and out of her. She felt the burning
again. As she fucked the smooth warm wax, she reached down to rub her
clit. A flick of her finger and she moaned. She came again, just a
little one. She pulled the candle out of her and drew the covers
around herself.

As she drifted off to sleep, her pleasure spent, Angela thought a
little about what would happen now. She had to have a plan. Rayanne
would help.

If it took the rest of high school, she'd have her revenge on Jordan
Catalano.



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