"Yes auntie, I'm alright," I giggled, swaying on my feet, back and forth. The air outside was cold and comfortable, causing me to throw my head back and let the wind dry the sweat on my forehead and neck.

"I was with Erin after school, and she wants me to sleep at hers."
Cathy huffed and I could tell that she was worried, "Fine then. Call me before you go to school tomorrow."

"Okay, bye!" I giggled again, drunk because I had been drinking beer then wine. I shouldn't mix alcohol, but as everyone said, you only live once.

Zayn chuckled and caught my forearm. I rested my head against his massive shoulder with my eyes closed as he walked with me inside the flat to his apartment. I giggled as he tried to unlock the door with one hand, stumbling in with me almost tripping over my own feet.

"Alright, let's get you sober," Zayn smiled and kicked off his black shoes, helping me to walk to the kitchen. He placed me on the chair and knelt down, taking off my boots and moving them under the table so I wouldn't trip us over if I tried to walk.

Zayn's POV

Her eyes were glossy and the look in them was dreamy, lips sticky and pink, hair messy and lightly wet, curling under control. I smiled at the sight in front of me; she was so innocent and so drunk.
Her left hand was gripping the chair and the other one was working on the zipper of her jacket, pulling it down and unzipping the material. She moved her shoulders, shrugging and letting the jacket fall down, pulling her arms out of the baggy sleeves.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed even when the tears weren't there. Her eyes were dry.
I frowned quizzically and looked at her over my left shoulder, pouring cold water in the glass for her.

"For what?" she hadn't done anything. Nothing what she would regret, anyway.

"For getting drunk. For embarrassing you. For running away from you. For thinking that you are sick and..." she sighed deeply, "horrible."

There. The words were spoken. Sighing again, she played with her fingers on her lap, scratching the denim on her thighs with her fingernails, up and down.

"Nothing new for me," I grumbled and turn my head to the glass of water on the cupboard, taking it in my hands and walk towards Angela. "Drink this, you'll feel better."
She murmured a small thank you and took a sip of her water.

"Good?" I asked with a smirk and she nodded, placing the glass on the table next to her. I stood right in front of her, a smirk on my lips.

Angela looked up at me and raised her eyebrows. "What?"

I shook my head. I smirked even more, teeth biting my lower lip.

"Just thinking about...some things," I licked my lips and looked at her, thinking about everything I wanted to do to her. How much I wanted to grab her ass, kiss her lips, those lips. She would be delicious, there was no doubt.

"What kind of things?" Angela's voice was just a little bit louder than a whisper, her cheeks were flushed, and not from embarrassment like usually.

She was turned on.

"I would..." I trailed off, stopping myself from saying that I would love to eat her out. It would scare the little angel in front of me; she would probably run away. It abashed me, her sudden decision to open herself and apologize, but I appreciated it. I knew that she used to hate me that she was scared, but I couldn't do better. I didn't want to. It didn't matter how weird and impossible it sounded, but I wanted to try. For her, I'd try everything, just to have her.

"You would what?" Angela stood up; suddenly sober and aware of what she was doing, feeling so brave.

"I would like to make you feel good." I decided to change the words I truly wanted to say, licking my lips again and breathing down on hers. My heart thumped against my chest, beating hard and fast, probably too loudly. I wondered if it was visible through my shirt and frowned at the question in my head.

"How's that?" she whispered and stepped closer, tracing her fingertips across my chest. She felt my heartbeat, hard and fast against her skin, working faster because of her. Oh, she was so aroused, almost feeling the dampness between her legs, the ache on her clit which was impossible to ignore.

"I want to taste you," I breathed and looked into her eyes, blue, soothing and mysterious, the never ending circle.

Angela sighed softly and lowered her head on my chest, brushing her nose against the thin material of my shirt.
Inhaling deeply, she moved her nose up and arched her neck lightly, looking up at me to catch eyes on her, already reading everything that was on her mind.

"Are you sober?" I asked because I didn't want to do those things to her if she wouldn't remember them. I wanted her to remember my touch.

She nodded.

"C'mere," I murmured and grabbed her hand in mine, pulling her in my bedroom. I walked confidently towards my bed and pushed her down on the mattress, kneeling down and nudging her legs open.

My eyes locked on hers when my fingers fumbled with the cold button on her jeans, unbuttoning it and pulling the zipper down.
I stood up and hovered her. Angela's feet touched the floor when my hand moved across the material of her panties, above her clit, just to feel her. Her eyes were almost closed by the sensation, body begging for my touch, heartbeat matching mine's.

"Have you ever touched yourself?" I whispered, moving my long digits into her panties, rubbing her clit slowly and gently. Angela felt embarrassed but she nodded, knowing it would be the best not to lie. She had touched herself sometimes, who didn't? After all, she was just a hormonal teenager who wanted to discover everything.
I was astonished by the answer I'd got from her, but I decided not to ask her anything because she was already too nervous. Her thighs were lightly shaking and fingers clenching in the bed sheets, as if she was waiting for a wrong move from me. All I wanted was to make her feel special and comfortable around me, to make her forget about the nervousness.
I rubbed my cheek against hers, both of them flushed, my lips ghosting across her cheek bone and finding her lips in a passionate dance, slow but amazing. My hands pushed the jeans on her down her legs, moving away from her to pull the material down and off of her. I looked at her bare legs and white, cotton panties. So innocent and pure.
Angela's nails colored in sugar cotton pink nail polish dug into my biceps when I hovered her again, brushing our noses together and our puffy lips. If my breath was alcohol, she would be completely drunk and lost, if my kisses were fire she would be in flames; the effect I had on her was impossible to explain properly. As if she couldn't control herself anymore and find the way to stop herself, to think shrewdly and maybe stop me, but it was already too late. Her womanhood was bare in front of me, her panties lying on the floor and thighs shyly pressed together as if she was afraid that I wouldn't like her body.
But my eyes were hungry and the blood in my body seemed to be rushing to the only one place, my member. It was hard under my tight jeans, wanting her attention and her touch, wanting to be taken care of.
Angela's eyes were two stars in the darkness of my bedroom, teeth a line of pearls and skin covered with the moonlight, almost glowing. I had never paid attention to the small things before, I had never wondered how girl's skin tasted, lips kissed, fingertips touched. I'd never cared.
My crotch was pressed against hers, almost shyly rolling my hips in a circle. Her lips parted and let out a gasp, soft and silky breath tying on my lips when I kissed her.
I titled my head and moved my palm down to her heat, feeling her wetness and softness, the innocence no one had touched before. I was the first one, and it was nice to know that she decided to give it to me, to let me touch the place that only she did.
My fingers massaged the softness of her clit, feeling the pulse in it and how it ached for my touch, already swollen and almost red. The juices of her arousal soaked my fingers as I pushed the middle one inside of her hole, her walls being tight around my dry finger, wetting it and allowing me to move it smoothly and easily inside of her. I curled it up gently, careful not to hurt her but still wanting to find her weak spot, wanting to please her on the best way. Our noses brushed and lips kissed again, tongues touched and danced together in a slow and wet dance while my finger curled inside of her, hitting the back of her spongy wall and causing her to gasp in my mouth from surprise and sudden change of pleasure. It felt better.
I didn't want to make a sound as I worked on her, curling my finger and stroking her walls, listening to the soft moans leaving her pretty little mouth and flying in the air around us, my name being the only thing she knew at the moment.

"Is it good?" I breathed and pecked her lips once, ghosting his lips across her neck to her collarbones.

"Y-Yes. Zayn," she moaned and arched her neck. The inside of my palm brushed her sensitive clit and rolled against it, pushing it, teasing it. She knew that she wouldn't last long if I kept pleasuring her on the ways only I could.


Angela's POV

"Y-Yes. Zayn," I moaned and arched my neck when the familiar bubble of fire started to grow in my stomach, my insides burning and the heat spreading from my tip toes to my head. The inside of his palm brushed my sensitive clit and rolled against it, pushing it, teasing it.
And in that moment, I forgot who he was, what he had done to me and how much he frightened me. I forgot that Barbara existed. He was a bad ass, my bad ass. And nothing would change that.


Zayn's POV

"Zayn I'm there," she cried and pushed me down on her, chest to chest, her head hiding in the crook of my neck. I stopped my movements and pulled out my finger. I looked at her eyes once and kissed the tip of her nose, her lips, throat, clothed breast and stomach, hipbone then...

"Oh," she gasped as my tongue stroked her small nub, red and warm for me. She tasted so good and smelled so sweet. My tongue circled and flicked, finger thrust back inside of her. Her walls clenched around my finger, pulsing and taking it in, covering it in her sweet juices, innocent and never tasted before, pure and delicious on my tongue. I hummed in satisfaction and licked her again, moving my tongue up to her belly button. I removed my finger and kissed her chubby stomach, not flat but so cute and beautiful, making her looks like a perfectly sculptured woman.

She found it difficult to catch her breath, but when she did, she curled her fingers in my hair and pulled me up gently, pressing her lips on me and tasting herself. Her thighs were sweaty and trembling, sweat rolling down her hips and onto the sheets.
Everything was peaceful and perfect, our eyes were locked together, studying each other's faces until the sound of my phone broke the silence and everything fell apart, bringing the awkwardness in the air.

Notes

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