I had met Angel and Shelly at the same time while hanging out at the mall. Shelly was far more attractive….blonde, about my height (5’4″), great tits, and looked like the standard metalhead girls of the 80s. Angel wasn’t the worst in the world. Average looking, mildly overweight. There was nothing that stood out about her one way or the other, outside of the fact that she had probably the best rack that I had ever seen. Angel was about 3 months pregnant. Her story is that the pregnancy was the result of her ex husband; she had married him and got pregnant shortly after before he ended up in jail on drug charges across the country. The pregnancy was real, but I do not know if this husband of hers even existed or if he was a figment of her imagination. Who the actual father is is beyond me. She may not even know. For the record: At the time this happened, all of us were high school seniors. Shelly and I were 18, Angel was 19.
So we started walking back to Shelly’s place. Shelly and I hit it off and start making out on her front porch. Angel spends the entire time trying to interject herself in between us. I’m not sure if she was trying for a threesome or just wanted Shelly out of the way. Whatever her desires, she was unsuccessful, although Shelly and I both ended up quite annoyed with her by the time the night was over.
Sadly, Shelly and I didn’t work out. Some people just aren’t compatible. Over the next couple of months, Angel kept trying to get my attention. Between still being annoyed at her trying to interrupt me and Shelly and the fact that she seemed “off” to me, I didn’t pay much attention to her.
At one point, when Angel was about 5 months along, we both ended up at the same party. I had had quite a few drinks. I have no idea what, if anything, Angel had (for the sake of the baby, i certainly hope she didn’t have anything, but I wasn’t her keeper….). She ends up striking up a conversation with me. Eh, what the hell. Conversation ends up leading to us making out on the couch. Now mind you, there’s 10-15 people in the room, but most of them are too busy paying attention to each other, the booze, and the weed to care about anything we were doing.
At one point, she whispered “I want you” into my ear. I try telling her that this probably isn’t the best place with all these people in the room, but all she does is whisper “Shhhhh” and she fumbles around with my jeans and pulls my dick out. She’s wearing a long, loose dress which helps cover things up. She moves her panties to the side and begins grinding me. It was all kinda awkward but incredibly hot. Given our awkward position, I would often slip out after only a few thrusts, but this would just lead to her grinding me for a little while before using her hips to maneuver me back inside. And the entire time, she had a look on her face that was a combination of lip biting while also having that confident look about her as if to say “See? I know exactly what I’m doing.” And she knew exactly what she was doing. I think she believed that nobody would be able to tell what we were doing if they were looking at us. And to be honest, she did seem to move subtly enough where it’s possible she was right. But to be honest, the entire room could’ve been watching for all I cared. This was easily the hottest sex I had ever had, and that look on her face was largely the reason why.
Looking back, it was incredibly stupid. I wasn’t wearing a condom. I barely knew this girl. I probably shouldn’t have came inside her, but I don’t think she’d have gotten off of me even if I wanted her to. What little coherent thought was going through my head was pretty much around “fuck it, she’s already pregnant anyway”. Because I guess drunk 18 year old me forgot STDs were a thing. Luckily, I didn’t end up with any.
My god, that night was hot. I went by her place to hook up with her a second time. And this was the first time we had actually had a conversation that didn’t revolve around alcohol, sex, or weed. Unfortunately, this was also when the crazy started to come out. She had spent much of the conversation talking about how God talks to her about all sorts of things and God told her we were meant to be together. She spoke as if God were a buddy of hers that lives up the road or something. She had mentioned her time with her ex husband, but the stories were (to say the least) difficult to believe and seemed to be more in line with the plot of a movie than real life events. Long story short: They supposedly got married then spent a couple of months driving across the country running drugs before he got arrested and jailed.
Yeah, I was not a smart man. Worst case scenario, I was banging some drug kingpin’s wife. Best case (and by far, most likely) scenario, I was sticking my dick in crazy. Nothing about this was a smart decision on my part. 45 year old me knows this. 18 year old me didn’t care.
We end up making out again, and this is the first time I had actually gotten her shirt off. My god, her tits were absolutely magnificent. Hard as rocks, areolas the size of small planets. I spent what felt like all day with my head between her tits, and to her credit she knew how to hold me, touch me, and say all the right things to make me feel like I was the only thing in the world that mattered to her at that moment. It was amazing to look at her laying on the bed, completely naked, looking at me with that look as if she had to have me and nothing but me, right now. She may have been crazy, but she was a damn good lover. I can honestly say we spent the afternoon making love in her bed. We just had an undeniable amount of sexual chemistry between us.
Unfortunately, her mental state started quickly deteriorating shortly after that. She started telling people the father was her ex-husband, a couple of random celebrities, a couple of relatives (yes, relatives), and random people who she may or may not have even slept with. She started telling people it was me, and by this point I wanted nothing to do with it. I didn’t want to get put on the hook for a baby that wasn’t mine (she was 5 months pregnant when we hooked up), and people started saying “ewww…..you slept with her?”. In my attempt to distance myself from the whole situation, I started denying it. A couple of people that were at that party mentioned us on the couch, and I simply claimed “Yeah, we made out a bit but it’s not like screwing her in front of everybody or anything….once I found out how crazy she was I stopped talking to her.”
Given the fact that she was claiming to have slept with god knows how many other people, most people believed me and wrote off her stories as figments of her imagination. Of course, it begs the question of how many of the other people who denied sleeping with her are also lying through their teeth….
The baby was taken away from her shortly after birth and I do know that she eventually was diagnosed with schizophrenia. I did see a facebook page of hers a couple of years back where she openly admits to and discusses her battles with mental illness. She seems to be doing OK but the tone of some of her posts seems to indicate that she loses the battle from time to time. Mental illness is a hell of a thing. I can honestly say I wish her nothing but the best. I do feel bad for my part in the way things went down after we had hooked up. She deserved better. And I’m probably an asshole for thinking like this, but it doesn’t change the fact that I most remember the fact that we got together and had some of the hottest sex that I have ever had.
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