Author: Erica
E-Mail: erica_h_@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: Joss owns the characters used below. No copyright infringement intended.
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Angel recounts the tale of his first ::cough:: love with his newest ::cough:: love.
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Angelus fidgeted slightly under the intense blue gaze of the woman standing in the door. She was framed by the light spilling out into the night, the curves of her body showing prominently. The boy gulped, running a nervous hand through his carefully combed hair.
"Yes?" the woman inquired in a low purr, one eyebrow arched inquisitively.
"Ma'am..." Angelus began. He cleared his throat and began again. "I'm here..." No, that wouldn't work, he decided. "I've heard that... Well, some of my friends... You are a very attractive... I've never..."
Full red lips curved upwards knowingly. "Of course. No need to explain, I understand precisely why you're here." Her body withdrew from the door, and she beckoned him forward with one slim white hand.
His body tingling in anticipation and nerves, Angelus followed. Without another word, he was led up the stairs. His eyes were so firmly focused on the full bottom swaying beneath the woman's long skirt that he nearly tripped when they reached the landing. From there, he ventured into the bedroom along with his hostess.
"This," Tarrah smiled seductively, gesturing towards the huge bed dominating the room. It was tousled, as if the woman before him had just recently arisen from it...
Angelus nodded weakly, trying to stop the ever so embarrassing trembling in his knees. Quite suddenly, he felt uncomfortably like one of those men his mother was always warning his sisters about. His urge to bolt was dead before it had even fully formed.
"Uh..." Angelus said intelligently.
"Well...?" Tarrah cooed. "Are you going to do anything or not? Or would you rather just watch...?"
'Watch?' Angelus flushed, imagining the woman before him, naked, doing... His mind refused to move past the naked stage of things. He cleared his throat, bristling under the amused look in the woman's dark eyes. "I think that I'd rather... participate."
Angelus advanced slowly, his mouth dry and his hands shaking. Once before Tarrah, one of those trembling hands hesitantly reached out. He desperately looked at the expanse of her body, wondering exactly _where_ to begin. He wished that he'd asked his friends for a bit more detail about their visit with the woman.
Finally, his hand settled on her breast. Angelus' breath caught in his throat as he felt the soft mound of cloth covered flesh beneath his palm. He whimpered deep in his throat as his cock sprang to attention. 'Just got to figure out what to do with it...'
Tarrah waited patiently, and Angelus suddenly realized that she was waiting for a bit more. He moved his hand around over her breast, his eyes practically bulging out of his head. He groaned.
"Would you like me to take my clothes off?" she asked.
Angelus nearly climaxed then and there at the thought of her, _naked_. Oh my. He nodded dumbly, his hand still latched onto her. She gently lifted his sweating hand off of her breast, and stepping back, slid the gown off of her body. And there she was, naked.
With a mindless, lusty squeal, Angelus rushed towards her, pushing her onto the bed. Clumsy fingers struggled with his pants, and his cock sprung free of it's constraints.
Sprawled on her back, Tarrah rolled her eyes as the boy pawed at her naked flesh. Panting, Angelus nudged the woman's white thighs apart. He looked down at her in uncertainty. 'What now?' his eyes seemed to ask.
Tarrah reached down between them, intending to guide him towards his destination. It didn't work out precisely as she had planned. When her cool fingers latched onto his throbbing cock, Angelus whimpered, his body arching into her hand. With a cry and a convulsion, he came in her hand.
Angelus collapsed on the bed, a satisfied smile on his face. Tarrah, on the other hand, looked less than thrilled with how events had progressed.
With an annoyed hiss, she rose to her knees. "Boy, you have a lot to learn..." she told him sternly. "Because if you _ever_ intend to come back here, another showing like that will _not_ do at all." With that, she was straddling him, her body hovering over his gaping mouth.
"Wha--?"
"Just shut up!" Tarrah growled. "You're in for the ride of your life."
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"And that was it," Angel said sheepishly. He would have been flushing had he been capable of such. His first sexual experience was not one that he usually shared with anyone. It made him sound so _pitiful_!
Willow laughed low in her throat, staring into Angel's eyes. "You certainly have learned a thing or two since then..." she said, wiggling around in Angel's arms in contentment. "Tarrah would have been proud..." she said on a chuckle.
"She was always a great believer in practice. _Lots_ of it," he said with waggling eyebrows.
"And I'm sure she knew best."
The End