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By Tom Bombadil (c) May 1997
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Angie Baby
By Tom Bombadil
Section B
**********
Angie, baby, you're a special lady
Livin' in a world of make believe - well, maybe
Stoppin' at her house is a neighbor boy with evil on his mind
Cause he's been peekin' in Angie's room at night thru her
window-blind
I see your folks have gone away, would you dance with me today
I'll show you how to have a good time, Angie baby
**********
Bob taught Angie how to slow dance, showing her how to hold him,
what steps to use, and got her to relax and move smoothly. It was
hard for him to believe she had never danced like that before,
because she seemed to learn incredibly fast. Within ten minutes
they were pressed body to body, her arms reaching up to circle his
neck, his arms around her waist.
He liked the feel of her young body. It was firm, yet soft and
pliable, and she moved sensuously and with sure steps. One of his
hands wandered down her bare back, slipping into her dress. Again
he was startled, as he found no panties or pantyhose - just her
bare bottom.
"Eek! Take your hand out of there! You haven't earned that yet!"
After another quick feel and accompanying eek, he returned his hand
to her back. Her words disturbed him yet again. It seemed to him,
more and more, that she was toying with him, scripting a play he had
not yet read. His mind was confused, but his lust was certain.
Angie giggled, then whispered into his ear. "Well, we're dancing.
Are you gonna teach me to kiss now? And the answer to your other
question is yes. As you well know."
There was a slight hitch to his movements as his brain tried to
catch up with her words. "Other question?" he asked.
"Yes. You remember. You asked me if I'd ever had a ... you
know."
"What? Had a what?"
"A climax. Like you asked, yes I have."
A small twinge of fear flashed through his body. "And how am I
supposed to know that?"
"You are silly, aren't you. I mean, my Dr. Hook albums are almost
worn out. I played one of them every other time you were outside
watching! Now then, you wanted to teach me to kiss, remember?"
His feet stumbled for a second and his heart skipped a couple of
beats before Angie reached up and pulled him down into a kiss. He
found her willing, tasty, and very much inexperienced. His heart
began beating a little faster and he almost forgot his shock. The
fingers of one hand wandered around to her front, under her dress,
heading for a nipple. They got slapped away.
"Not until you teach me to kiss good!"
That was a task he enjoyed, despite the strangeness he felt in the
situation. "She definitely ain't all there," he thought. "But,
what the hell. She's hot, and I'm fuckin' ready."
They eventually moved to the couch, with her straddling his lap. He
figured she either didn't notice or wasn't bothered by his erection,
or the wet spot developing on his pants. They kissed, with her
getting better with every passing moment.
Bob decided it was time to get serious. He slid the straps off her
shoulders, baring her breasts. They were white, cone shaped, not
yet fully grown, and capped with small pink nipples.
His cock jumped in anticipation. He wanted this woman-child.
Badly. His fingers traced around her mounds, eventually reaching
their goal. Two pale pink little soldiers rose to attention under
his gentle touch.
With a moan, his lips left hers and captured one hard nipple. Her
moan joined his as she pulled his head in closer. Trailing wet
kisses down one hill, through the valley, and up the far side, he
moved to the other sentry, the one standing stiffer than ever
before. Tiny whimpers coming from her throat were as music to his
lust-besotted mind. He believed she was hot and ready for anything
he wanted. He wanted everything she had to give. And more.
Using both hands, he pushed up the hem of her dress, caressing her
thighs and buttocks, exposing those most secret places to his gaze.
Her bush had barely gotten a good start, hiding little more than
the centre of her mound. All else was covered in a fine, nearly
invisible velvet. Another gasp escaped from her lips as his hands
squeezed her soft, velvety smooth bottom.
The strangeness continued, as she called his name.
"Bob. Bob! Listen to me! You promised to do what I told you,
remember? Kiss me. Kiss me some more!" So he did, lifting his
head from her chest. Both his hands remained occupied with her hips
and thighs, fondling and learning about her flesh.
Some minutes later, his lips started wandering again.
"Bob!" she whispered. "Stop right there! I gotta know right now!
Before we go any further, do you love me?"
"What?" That strangeness was back in full force. His glands
answered with the response he had used so often before. "Yes!"
He tried recapturing the lost soldier, but her hands held his head
captive instead.
"Say it. Tell me. Or we stop right now!"
"Say what?"
"Do you love me? If you do, say it!"
"Yes. Yes! I love you!" His hands pulled her crotch up tight
against his, and he groaned at the sudden heat. He didn't care
about what he was promising, since he never kept those types of
promises anyway. He considered them nothing more than another tool
for helping get his cock inside a woman's holes.
"Will you love me forever?"
"Yes! I'll love you forever! Now kiss me!"
She opened enough of his shirt so they could clinch skin to skin.
His bare, hairless, well-muscled chest was beaded with perspiration.
Her nipples felt to him like diamond tipped drills boring holes into
his flesh. The heat and softness of her breasts, small as they
were, still caused his heart to jump again, finding another, faster
rhythm.
"Do you need me? Will you never leave me?"
"Yes. Yes! Enough questions! It's you and me forever, baby!
We'll never be separated. I'll love you 'til the end of time, if
that's what you want!" His harsh, whispered answer brought forth a
huge, highly-satisfied smile, and an odd laugh, from somewhere deep
in her soul.
The oddness haunted him. His strange reactions haunted him. His
lust drove him forward. Somewhere in his brain a little voice cried
out a warning, but was drowned in hormones. Justifying his words
and actions was second nature to him. He thought she was young,
foolish, that she'd forget all about him when her next crush came
along. Besides, his inner voice continued, someone has to mold her,
break her in, teach her the rules of life. And he liked kids. Or,
at least, he liked making them. Bob almost believed his own
reasoning, that he was improving the average quality of the human
gene pool by getting so many women pregnant.
Angie pushed back off his lap and stood before the young blond.
There was a slight shaking of her entire body, followed by some
thigh rubbing, breast squeezing, and nipple pinching, all
self-administered. She whispered at him.
"If you mean for us to be together, forever and ever, give me a
minute, then come. Follow the music to find me. I'll be waiting."
The young brunette stood up straight, dropped her arms, and
wiggled. All of the black velvet fell from her hips, leaving her
nude except for stockings and heels.
"Remember, follow only if you mean forever," she whispered again.
Bob watched that round, youthful bottom sway out of the room. After
at least a minute, which was how long it took for him to regain his
composure, he followed.
A hard driving rock song started playing, louder than anything he'd
heard that day, and it got louder as he approached the only closed
door in the hallway. The lyrics, despite being loud, were difficult
for him to understand.
>I remember every little thing
>As if it happened only yesterday
>Parking by the lake
>And there was not another car in sight
The doorknob beckoned, so he turned it, and the door opened. A
wall of sound hit him, engulfed him, flowed over and around him,
and pulled him into the room. The door closed, seemingly by
itself, sealing him in.
>And I never had a girl
>Looking any better than you did
>And all the kids at school
>They were wishing they were me that night
"Something's screwy!" a tiny part of his mind yelled, unheard
amongst the turbulent thoughts and emotions running through his
brain. "Get out of here!" it shouted. Yet, again it was ignored.
Her naked body was in focus, over near the bed. Nylons and shoes
were gone. She was hot, dripping, and waiting for him, according to
his ego and glands. She looked ripe and ready to be taken and
fertilized with his seed. All the rest of the room seemed fuzzy,
blurry, out of kilter, as though he were seeing it in one of those
funhouse mirrors. A moving one. The only light seemed to be
coming from her stereo. His hands reached out for her, and he
managed a step forward, even though he was having trouble moving.
>And now our bodies are oh so close and tight
>It never felt so good it never felt so right
>And we're glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
There was a chuckle under and around the music as she moved away
from his hands and his vision.
"Forever. You promised me forever. To love me forever. To stay
with me until the end of time." There was a definite undercurrent
of victory in her voice as she continued. "Now you are mine!"
>Glowing like the metal on the edge of a knife
>C'mon! Hold on tight!
>C'mon! Hold on tight!
A hand stroked his neck, then worked its way from his back to his
front, under his arm. She undid the last few buttons of his shirt.
He felt frozen, unable to move or think, unable to even reach up and
grab her hand. Fear finally began to take hold. The weirdness had
at last sunk in to his hindbrain. The shirt he was wearing slid off
his shoulders and fell to the floor.
"You promised to do everything I told you. I'm holding you to that
promise." She stepped into view again, a vision in white and light
brown.
>Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
>I can see paradise by the dashboard light
"You're going to teach me so much, and we've got all the time in
the world for lessons. Some day I might even let you break my
cherry. But for now, it's time for dreams and thoughts and
imagining what will be."
She reached over and started turning down the volume. His vision
grew blurrier as she seemed to grow and stretch, and the room
swirled around and around. The sound faded slowly, along with his
consciousness. When everything was quiet, she was alone.
"Mine, forever," she whispered, eyes closed, holding on to the
olume control, seemingly recovering from some sort of powerful
release.
**********
When he walks in her room, he feels confused, like he walked
into a play
And the music's so loud it spins him around 'til his soul has
lost its way
And as she turns the volume down, he's getting smaller with the
sound
It seems to pull him off the ground, towards the radio he's
bound
Never to be found
**********
>Though it's cold and lonely in the deep dark night
>I can see paradise by the dashboard light
>Paradise by the dashboard light
"Dan, do you think we did the right thing? I mean, she is seventeen
and all, but still, she hardly ever seems to leave her room any
more."
"I don't know, Janice. Maybe, maybe not. But, how could we say no
any longer? She's been bugging you to let her start on the pill for
more than two years, ever since that Dan kid disappeared. She's
old enough to make up her own mind now, even if she is crazy."
>You got to do what you can
>And let Mother Nature do the rest
>Ain't no doubt about it
"That's something I still wonder about, too. I mean, his shoes
were in our house the day he vanished. He had to have been here.
What happened?"
"We'll probably never know. All Angie ever says is that he's
hers forever and ever. Just another one of her weird fantasies."
>We were doubly blessed
>Cause we were barely seventeen
>And we were barely --
"It's not just that, Dan. Ever since we let her start on the pill,
she keeps locking herself in her room and playing that stupid song.
It's almost enough to drive *me* crazy! And you *know* what she's
doing because you can hear the bedsprings squeaking and the
headboard banging in spite of the music! We've got to get her out
to meet some boys somehow."
>We're gonna go all the way tonight
>We're gonna go all the way
>And tonight's the night ...
"Who? And where? Janice, Angie is only seventeen. Maybe she's
just a little slow when it comes to social skills. There is a lot
to learn, as you know. I mean, you and I certainly took our time
about going the distance. Remember?"
>OK, here we go, we got a real pressure cooker
>going here, two down, nobody on, no score,
>bottom of the ninth, there's the wind up, and
>there it is, a line shot up the middle, look
>at him go. This boy can really fly!
"Of course I remember. But just remember that we started kissing
on our second date. I was seventeen then too. And, believe it or
not, you were not the first boy I ever kissed."
"Yes, I remember. And yes, you were definitely better at that
kissing stuff than I was. You were a lot more practiced then than
I was."
>He's rounding first and really turning it on
>now, he's not letting up at all, he's gonna
>try for second; the ball is bobbled out in center,
>and here comes the throw, and what a throw!
"Come on, Dan, you know what I mean. I'd been on dates since I was
fourteen, just like you. We learned how to react to the other half,
and found out about what we liked and didn't like and all that
stuff. Angie has needs and desires just like any other hormonal
teenager, yet I've never even heard of her kissing a boy!"
"I think you're overreacting. Our daughter is a really smart girl,
somewhere underneath all the craziness. One day she'll probably
surprise us by just grabbing some guy and dragging him off to bed
or to the altar. I just pity any poor sod she sets her sights on.
He'll never know what hit him."
>He's gonna slide in head first, here he comes, he's out!
>No, wait, safe -- safe at second base, this kid really
>makes things happen out there.
"So why do you think she wanted to go on the pill? Is she seeing
some guy out there somewhere that we don't know about?"
"I doubt it, Dan. When I took her in to the doctor for her physical
before getting her prescription, she was still a virgin. Besides,
when does she ever leave the house? All she does is sit in her
room, play music, and *do* stuff."
>Batter steps up to the plate, here's the pitch--
>he's going, and what a jump he's got, he's trying
>for third, here's the throw, it's in the dirt--
>safe at third! Holy cow, stolen base!
"Hon, there's not a lot left that we haven't already tried. She
is back in school now, at least, and she is getting perfect
marks again. That has to be worth something, right?"
"Yes, but she doesn't interact with anyone there! She has no
friends, no relationships. It's not healthy!"
>He's taking a pretty big lead out there, almost
>daring him to try and pick him off. The pitcher
>glances over, winds up, and it's bunted, bunted
>down the third base line, the suicide squeeze is on!
"I thought we agreed a long time ago to let her go her own way.
Angie isn't any kind of normal girl, so we can't expect her to do
normal things. Besides, Janice, what would you do if she suddenly
started going out on hot dates all over the place?"
"I ... uh ... oh God, you're probably right. I'd go crazy worrying
about her going all the way with some smooth talker who'd use her
and dump her. She is so innocent. I just hope she finds someone
some day. We don't want her growing up to be an old maid, do we?"
>Here he comes, squeeze play, it's gonna be close,
>here's the throw, here's the play at the plate,
>holy cow, I think he's gonna make it!
"There go those damned bedsprings again!"
**********
The headlines read that a boy disappeared, and everyone thinks
he died
'Cept a crazy girl with a secret lover who keeps her satisfied
It's so nice to be insane, no one asks you to explain
Radio by your side, Angie baby
Angie, baby, you're a special lady
Livin' in a world of make believe - well, maybe
Stoppin' at her house is a neighbor boy with evil on his mind
Cause he's been peekin' in Angie's room at night thru her
window-blind
I see your folks have gone away, would you dance with me today
I'll show you how to have a good time, Angie baby
**********
<Fin>
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Author's Notes:
This story was inspired by a rather strange song I fell in love
with many years ago. It tells the tale of a crazy girl who is
quite different from normal people, in more than just her sanity.
"Angie Baby" was a song written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen
Reddy. It was fairly successful when released in the mid
seventies.
"Paradise by the Dashboard Lights" was written by Jim Steinman and
sung by Meatloaf and Ellen Foley, with play-by-play spoken by
Phil (Scooter) Rizzuto - Voice of the New York Yankees.
"Another Brick in the Wall" was written by Roger Waters and
performed by Pink Floyd.
All lyrics used without permission.
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Angie Baby
By Tom Bombadil
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