The next morning Blain woke up with his familiar alarm.
“Blain! Honey! Wake up!” The female voice rang through the house.

“I’m going!” he screamed. School, he thought to himself harshly, rolling over and out of his bed. He stood up in his room and noticed his lack of cloths and the ache of his body and shaft. He looked older now that he was out of the dark. He panicked for a moment wondering what had happened then recalled his ‘session’ with his angel. I stopped telling people about you. He began to pick up some cloths and placed them on himself. They all thought I was crazy for saying you were real. But your story makes sense to me.

“I was an angel.” Luike said when he first appeared to Blain. “One of the angels of Love to be exact. But Gabriella didn’t like the way I governed my realm of Love. She said it was too Lust filled. And I fought back when she threatened my reign. But she was an archangel, and I was simply a cherub, so they banished me from heaven. But I was smarter then them. I hid myself in an atheist, you Blain. God overlooks atheists do I am safe here. And oh! How I picked a good mortal to inhabit! You have enough untapped Lust it makes a power almost as great as mine, so you have the ability to make me whole in this world. When ever you need me Blain, I’ll be there for you. Think of me, as your guardian angel. Only, if you’ll allow,” Luike stepped closer to the ten year old Blain, he placed his hand on Blain’s belt buckle, “We might have perks once you get older.”

I didn’t understand at the time what you meant. He thought as he headed for the bathroom that was connected to his bedroom. But I understand now. I just wish that said ‘perks’ would come more frequently.

“Blain hurry up!!” his mother screamed again, “You’re going to be late!!”

“Whatever!” he screamed back. He pulled a comb through his hairs and swished some mouthwash and excited his room. He walked down the hall way to the front door grabbing his back pack that he had thrown next to the door the day before. “See ya, I’m goin’ now.” He opened the door and started to walk to school.

Blain completely deserted the sidewalk when he was out of view from his house. He was in loose black pants with chains going from every pocket to his back belt loop. He sported a grey shirt on top of that and a long black trench coat over the rest. His backpack was red and black and covered in drawings of winged creatures. His eyes were harder now that he was away from his angel. His movements made him seem tougher. He acted as if he was no longer the boy whom had nearly been fucked by a fallen angel the night before. He cut threw yards and across parks until a large prison like building was in his sights. He rounded another corner so he was out of sight from the school again. He could hear the hustle and bustle of the people going into the building. Another sound soon reached his ears. He heard a soft jingling and stopped where he was, instinctively bracing himself for impact. Then a girl skid out in front of him tackling him to the ground. His backpack went flying as he hit the ground, the girl landing on top of him.

“Ciera! What the hell are you doing?” Blain hollered as he got over the initial shock of being glomped by someone.

“You were so deep in thought,” the girl on top of him responded with. “Who could resist?” she sat up on him and looked him in the eye. She sat a little lower then his pelvis and he felt himself quiver. “You were all gloomy and thinking of something and your face was all contorted and you looked so cute!” She shrugged. She wore a sliver skin tight tank top and a black laced up shirt on top of that. The tank top was cut low enough to see a small portion of her C-cup chest that Blain had been fascinated with when he fist met her. She also had on a black and grey striped mini skirt that flared out with black pants on underneath it. The pants had lace cross-overs attached to them. She wore boots that went up to her knee even if you couldn’t see them, Blain knew they were there, they were the only shoes she had that jingled when she ran. She had blue eyes and dyed black hair. She was a social outcast like himself, that could very well have been the reason why they were best friends.

“Get off of me before someone sees you.” He tied to push her off but she grabbed onto his belt making his mind freak out even more.

“I don’t care if someone sees us. We shouldn’t be ashamed to do anything that we want. If they judge us on what they see then they’re not worth even a glance.” She let go of his belt and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her breasts against his chest. His length hardened. “Come on, Blain! It doesn’t matter what they think. We’re friends and it doesn’t matter what they think. I don’t care if they say I’m a whore! I don’t care if they say that you’re hot! I don’t care and you shouldn’t either!” She shoke from side to side against him. He began to sweat.

“That doesn’t give you the right to, who thinks I’m hot?” He pushed off the ground and sat up, Ciera still clinging to his neck. She sat on his legs with one of her’s on either side. He grabbed her wrists and attempted to pry her off of him. But as soon as he could breath again she wrapped her arms under his arms and around the top of his shoulders pressing herself into him again, but more this time.

“It doesn’t matter who thinks you’re hot! You’re My best friend and no one else is aloud to have you!” She shoke herself against him again. Her whole body shoke including her butt that was pressed up against his pelvis and started to pant but tried to calm himself so she didn’t know how he wanted her.

“Ciera, you are my best friend,” he croaked out putting his hands on her hips to stop her from shaking them, “You will forever be the best human I have ever met. So you have no reason to worry. I’ll never want anyone else. No other human could compare.” She let go of his neck and smiled.

“Thanks.” She said happily. And she began to get off of him. He thought for a second and abused the opportunity.

He grabbed her shoulders and turned her over onto the grass. He crawled on top of her pinning her shoulders to the ground. “Who said you could get up?” He had one hand on her collar bone and one grabbed her flailing arms by the wrists. He held her wrists to the ground above her head and stroked her exposed stomach. She screamed and pressed up her hips that were so creatively put under his groin. She pressed up into him and he drilled her back into the ground with his own. She gasped. “Now tell me,” he said slyly, “Who thinks I’m hot?

“Currently or who said it?” she replied, her voice gong hottier, more flirtatious. He lifted up her shirt slightly and stroked her bottom ribs to the top of her pants. She moaned more then screamed this time, pressing up into him again. And once gain he drilled her back down. He pressed harder down into her and she gasped. He wanted her to arch again. He wanted to push her down again. He wanted to take her shirt off completely, but he forced himself to calm down even if the rush was starting to get to him.

“First tell me who said it. Then tell me about this currently you speak of.” He looked at her eyes and she looked into his. He could almost feel the Lust that he felt inside of him burst out onto her.

“If I tell you,” She said after a scream-like moan, “will you stop?” He pressed his fingers harder into her and she screamed a little louder. He moved his hand further up her shirt. He wanted her so badly. He knew what he would do if this kept up. He told himself he wanted to stop, but he knew he didn’t.

“Do you want me to?” He stopped his hand. However much he wanted her he would not let himself have her if she didn’t want him. He would at least have that decency. He loosened his hand on her wrists.

She looked hurt as he retracted his hand from her shirt. “I don’t want you to.” She said her eyes filled with the same Lust that he felt in his own. “I want you,”

Then they both heard the bell that sounded five minutes until the school day started. Blain released Ciera’s hands and stood up off of her. He reached down to help her up, whisper in anguish “Damn school.” She grabbed his hand and wrapped her arms around his neck again.

“As I was saying,” she said before she pressed her lips to his, she then backed up right before he could react. “I want you more then you’ll let me have. See you at lunch. Who knows maybe we could start this then.” She shrugged and turned to walk away. He watched her go and tilted his head to see the way her butt moved.

“Or maybe this won’t be so bad.”