The Rest of Angela’s Story with BF by Harlyquinn69

The Rest of Angela’s Story with BF by Harlyquinn69

Dive into “The Rest of Angela’s Story with BF” by Harlyquinn69, where passion and new experiences intertwine in an exhilarating first-time encounter. Discover the allure of desire and intimacy as Angela explores her deepest fantasies. Perfect for those seeking an enticing read that celebrates love and lust!

Angela reconnected with the boy, BF (Benjamin Frost), upon returning home. He was a friend, not her boyfriend. Returning home from college surprised Angela. Her parents, before she went to college, had no reason to doubt their only child. They did not know about that one night in the van with BF. Everything else was uneventful. Now back from college, her parents remained unaware of her one male and one female partner in college. However, they had a feeling that something was off or maybe going well. It couldn’t be because of her consideration of getting an IUD or going on birth control pills, as that was confidential at the school’s clinic. Perhaps it was her increased confidence that showed in the way she carried herself. When BF started spending time with her, her parents backed off. In high school, they would have been all over her, asking about her plans, who she was with, and demanding details. But now, they simply gave her the credit card, told her to put gas in the car, and say hi to BF’s mom.

In the first week back, Angela saw BF only twice; once was at the church, and that did not count. In the second week, they didn’t go on a date, but they spent a few hours together almost every day. By the third week, they spent 2 to 4 hours together each day. The church retreat week was coming up, and at the end of the week-long day camp was the 3-night, 3-day overnight at a resort hotel. They carpooled together to the day camp and were practically inseparable, the only real time apart was when they went to their separate houses. Their caring nature was so strong between them that some mistook them for siblings. No one witnessed their affectionate gestures as they walked away, holding hands and sharing a brief farewell kiss at the end of a long day.

So when they were asked to come along for a weekend cap-off retreat at the end of the week, they said yes. They would have separate hotel rooms, and many married couples would be at the resort with them. But due to a booking error, their rooms were on the other side of the resort from everyone else. The church camp requested chaperones, but the married couples took over and forgot about the two love birds. Their rooms were even next to each other, away from the group. The two tried to make a big deal out of not being with each other to the other adults, but it didn’t matter. They were all but ignored once at the hotel resort. The retreat turned into a family bonding workshop for everyone but them, since all 30 children had both their parents there. To top it off, the same booking error that got them separate rooms also resulted in their prepaid off-site activities being booked. So basically, they had three nights and two full days alone in a hotel resort along the strip next to the state park.

On the first night, they had only an hour to swim after dinner. The two played around like kids, but every time BF tried to dunk Angela in the water, he would stop being aggressive, and instead, became gentle and strong. When the pool closed for the night, they exchanged a long kiss before going to their separate rooms. The next day, they were alone after breakfast and bored. The church group was gone; there were off-resort things to do, and the pair were booked out of luck. Both Angela and BF had dressed to swim in the warm, clean water in the indoor pool, but soon they would be getting down and dirty in his hotel room. Angela knocked on his door and, unprepared, he allowed her entry into his room. He went to change into his swimsuit in the bathroom while she, feeling a bit warm, let the towel slip off and sat on the bed.

He emerged from the bathroom, locked eyes with her, and began to stutter. “Tha th tha tha that is a nice swimsuit.”

“Do you like it?” She said with silk in her smile. “Come over here and sit down.”

They kissed deeply and passionately; they didn’t just make out. It was more like a floodgate had opened and all borders and pretense had been dropped. Though swimsuits stayed, hands wandered amidst the fabric. She would rub his chest and kiss him deeply. He would cup her breast that was under the bikini top and try to flick the nipple underneath. He put his hand down, and just like that time, oh so long ago, back of the van, he rubbed her pussy. Angela almost sat up from the pleasure, but being on top, she put his leg between hers and started grinding her pussy while riding his leg.

“Ooohh ohhh,” escaped her lips as his eyes got big as he watched as he knew she was on that mountaintop. With that and the friction they were both creating, he came in his trunks. After a bit of steady breathing, as she and he came down from the mountaintop, Angela just smiled and rolled off of him. She sat up, moved both of them over to the edge of the bed, and took his swim trunks off. He was stunned into silence and without a word, she got a wet hand cloth from the bathroom and cleaned up both of them.

BF’s face fell into a mask of confusion. Seeing his bewilderment, Angela poured out her heart. She told him about the, “um, er, the deflowering”, by the Cheat. She told him about her and Dana and how both are NOT gay! But it was a “bonding, no, no, learning experience” for two very horny girls. Hesitantly, she told of how her unexpected exhibitionist show of 69 and a few more under the sheets happened with Dana in the next bed over from the married couple. The couple, she revealed, had shown them a loving, committed relationship, a stark contrast to her and Dana’s dating history. She told him everything! For things like, by the end of the school year, she’d dated other two boys besides the Cheat. She told of how things never progressed beyond making out and one blow job. As she spoke, BF listened intently. By the end, she’d shared everything, even her nighttime sometimes routine with Dana. Finally, she confided in him about her and Dana’s last talk before college let out for the summer. The two talked openly, agreeing it was a positive experience, but ultimately deciding that a lesbian relationship wasn’t the right path for either of them. While Dana wouldn’t commit to never trying again with another girl, Angela felt confident Dana was her first, last, and only female lover.

By the end of her confession, Angela was almost in tears. BF just sat there with a goofy grin on his face. Angela asked BF why he didn’t judge her as a slut after hearing everything she had done.

BF responded by saying, “Why would I do that?” “You’ve always been and still are my most beautiful girl. And when you came home, it seemed like you had a new confidence in yourself! Like, there was nothing in this world that could stop you from doing what you want to do! It has to be the biggest turn-on and most attractive thing I have ever seen in a woman. I feel like a mere boy compared to you. Honestly, I was afraid to talk to you.”

With that, Angela kissed him. BF then confessed that he had been active, but out of the two girls he dated, only one took her shirt off, and he played with her breasts, but no one got off. He lacked interest in all of them. Every time he thought he was into the new girl, his thoughts went back to Angela in the van, both 18. Now with all this new information, it seemed a lifetime had gone by while she was in college. A year later, she was a woman, and he…

Angela had contemplated going on the pill or even an IUD, but after some more dating, no, she did not need it. But now? Now? Well, she had not planned to go this fast this soon. She had her new toy and some lube that Dana had supplied her. She did NOT want to just jump BF and scare him off. She believed she could make it through the day, or possibly use their swimming as an excuse as to why she was tired and needed a quick “nap.” by herself, in her own room, and that would take the edge off. Well, there went that plan! After confirming with BF that he had no condoms, she sent him down to get some from behind the counter of the front desk. If he desires manhood, the boy must learn to step up and meet their needs.

The old lady asked no questions as he hid his head and paid in cash. Exact change to reduce contact. The elderly lady chuckled quietly as he walked away. They’re about to have some fun.

Back in his hotel room, she was waiting. “Hi” is all she had to say.

“Wow” is all he managed and for a full minute, they just looked at each other. “Um, may I please take off your bikini?” He asked in a stern low voice.

“Yes” is all she said. With her eyes, she motioned to the condoms in his hand. And by means of just thinking about it, she had him place the 5 wrapped treasures in her hand. “One must gently tear open the package” and she did so, very slowly. BF reached around her with both hands and undid the knot holding the top. Angela’s top just floated off, with her right-sized boobs free in the air, her nipples peeked up.

“May I” he said in that same low stern voice.

“Please,” she sighed as he went down and started licking, massaging, loving, perhaps even worshiping her breast with his mouth and fingers. For her part, she dropped his swim trunks and started stroking his dick. With just her top off, he brings her to the brink of an orgasm. “Please” is all she had to say for him to stop, lift his head, and kiss her deeply.

It was now her turn, and she, again with just her eyes, had him sitting on the side of the bed with his feet on the floor. In another look the shirt is now off and his hands rested on his knees. With help from Dana and her toys, Angela had become good at giving a fake blowjob. Now was the final exam. First, the cap, lick it and tease it, get your lips right under it and suck ever so lightly. Then grasp the base and start pumping, sliding your mouth up and down with the pumping of your hand.