Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Touched by an Angel ❯ Touched ( Chapter 1 )

He snored with the lungs of a lion while spread limp-limbed across a bed and wrapped tightly in a blanket. An open window provided an appropriate breeze that kept the room at a comfortable cool. A dream was playing behind his eyelids, and he saw her smiling as she always had. It had been so long since he saw her; the last time being at the funeral as she was laid neatly in the casket. A tear rolled down the side of his face as she ran over to hug him; the sting of her death, the emptiness left inside him by her absence, lessening until it completely vanished.

Unbeknownst to his slumbering brain, the gentle breeze was beginning to increase in intensity. The cooling air swirled around to lap the darkness before gathering and hovering above his body, near enough to smother. Mysteriously, the room received a sigh of illumination as a miracle occurred. The air attained an eerie glow and solidified as his dead friend began to materialize in midair. She appeared looking exactly the same as the day of her untimely demise with the addition long snow white feathered wings attached to her back and a glowing gold halo hanging above the midnight black hair flowing down to cover her face.

She blew a puff of air to clear the hair from her vision so she could see him better. Her heart swelled as she studied the familiar face. "Aw!" she cooed, "Aaron, I've missed you more than life. I hope you realize how much you meant to me."

To her astonishment, her whisper's seemed to have an effect on the young man. Between snores and beneath his breath he softly mumbled, "Vanessa" and his lips curled up in an adorable grin. Beside her better judgment, the angel reached out a timid hand to touch him, and gained a brief vision that had her snatching her hand back. She had seen an old face of her own, back when she was alive, and curiosity led to a hesitant hand outstretching to investigate.

This time she restrained the urge to jump away, and the vision returned. She watched intently as her former self closely held onto a grinning version of the sleeping boy. Common sense informed her that she was witnessing his current thoughts, and the dream of them holding each other and laughing amused her. Then, to both versions of hers surprise, Aaron mustered up the courage to kiss his friend with a starved passion. The image shocked and further intrigued the angel. Often when she was still in the world of the living, similar thoughts had crossed her mind... except they usually suffered from a much more perverse atmosphere. This imaginary kiss was innocent and admittedly held more heart. It also encouraged her to lean forward and lend him real lips to press against.

The soft, moist coolness brushing his lips excited his subconscious self, and using the pleasure as support, Aaron slipped a tongue into his beloved friend's mouth. She moaned in surprise, but accepted the intrusion as an invitation to do some sucking and licking of her own. Their tongues thrashed about to explore the other's warm wetness. Saliva mixed together and fantasies were finally -although unknowingly for him- fulfilled.

Vanessa had to admit this was better than any kisses between them in her previous fantasies, and her dream counterpart seemed to agree, wrapping her legs around the sturdy male frame and pressing her boobs into his chest. This was usually the point in her old dreams where they would start losing articles of clothing and get to the good part, but she knew Aaron was too much of a good guy to start anything like that on his own; precisely why the wicked thought crossed the angel's mind.

She reluctantly let loose the lip lock and the intense rush of exiting his head made her light-headed. With impure thoughts and horniness stimulating her mind and actions, she floated down until she could reach the waistline of the basketball shorts he wore to bed and pulled them down, being as sneaky about it as a giggling girl could. Knowing exactly what to do, her fingers found her prize and gripped it possessively.

With the new found contact came their renewed mental connection and she saw her clone as it grew raunchier and slipped a hand into his pants, much to his enjoyment. An erection came instantly as the works of her soft-handed caress aroused him. He moaned her name and shuddered, pleasing her ego for committing the perverse crime. Just as every man would, he craved more, and she happily eased his burning desires.

With a convivial lick to moisten her lips, she hovered lower to flick a tongue over his sensitive, engorged head. She tasted the sticky, salty pre-cum oozing from the tip, felt the heat radiating from the pulsing organ, and it only made her hungrier. To sate both of their desperate needs, she enveloped his entire length with the dripping hot hole, the tip prodding past the borders of her throat. The sensations took her breath away, and his pelvis thrust upward into her mouth on its own accord.

She was transported back into his dream and found the imagined couple had skipped this step and had started with bucking wildly into each other. The Vanessa clone was moaning and whimpering incomprehensibly, lost in a realm of agonizing pleasure. The angel chuckled breathlessly. "Oh is that what you want Aaron?" she thought, "Well, maybe next time I'll spoil you."

Putting her flight ability to good use, she lifted her body up with a silent flap of her wings, and let herself drop with the rules of gravity, spearing her throat on his member before catching herself and repeating the action. The inhuman speed, method, slickness and heat of the throat-abusive massage only pleasured the sleeping man to the brink of ecstasy. Soon he was throatily groaning her name loud enough for her to hear and she doubled her bobbing efforts until the first spurts of his sticky, raging passion splashed down the back of her throat.

She coughed; the penis withdrew from its warm home, scraped atop the roof of her mouth and freed itself with a slick pop. Immediately she was struck above the nose with a glob of sperm; the steamy, sticky substance slid down the corner of her eye. She grabbed the slimy organ coated in her saliva to stop its free swinging about and steadied it with her squiggling tongue. The next shot oozed out of the tip, giving her a proper taste. She was prepared to spit it out, but found the tang delightful, like a demented flavor of refreshing vanilla. She waited until his orgasm finished, savoring the succulent goo on her tongue, before sucking greedily and flicking the mushy muscle over the overly sensitive slit.

The image of a satisfied couple burned away before her eyes, and she panicked, not understanding what it meant until he began to stir. She wanted more than anything to confront him now, but knew it was not allowed by the strict rules of death. Not wanting to be discovered, she thought fast and lifted his hand to his own member before yet again becoming nothing more than an invisible breeze.

Aaron woke up breathless. It took a moment for him to recount the dream of his deceased friend, or to discover his dick hanging flaccid in his loose grip. It would've baffled him more if the emotional wave of memories hadn't flooded his mind and a few tears leaked out of his eyes. "I miss you so much Vanessa, I pray to God you know so."

Outside of his window an angel with a face covered in his spunk smirked at his words. "Don't worry," she whispered softly. She wiped the dripping cum from her face, and cleaned her fingers with a satisfied, "Mmm... I promise we'll be seeing each other more often than you think".