Since man was able to think there existed the dark psyche, part of our subconscious that we suppress in our rational thinking, and only touch upon when we surrender ourselves to our physical desires. Freud called this side of us our Ego's, we are a race of sexual beings who only now have begun to realise our full selves. Many of us share the same dark fantasies, feelings we dismiss, in thinking we are alone, but you are not.
CHAPTER ONE
Angel stepped out of her shower, reaching for her towel, wrapping it around her body. More than anything after a days work at McDonalds, she liked to shower, preferring the instant release of hot water over her dark body, compared to the slow, gradual release that a long soak in the bath provided. Angel released the towel from her body, rubbing it on her hair, feeling the water droplets flicking outwards, her long, straight, shiny black hair glistening in the single yellow bulb.
Angel reached for her blue bathrobe, allowing it to hang open as she stared at her image in the full-length mirror hanging on the door. She reached up and touched her nipple, smiling at the feeling in her breast as her touch sent ripples of sensations through her body. Angel dropped her right hand, covering her crotch. Many, if not all of her friend's, had at one point shaved their crotch, and told her many times about the experience. But Angel enjoyed the feeling of running her fingers through the curly black hairs, feeling her soft skin beneath the bristle of her pubes. So despite the extra effort, she kept her long hair, although recognising the need to keep it trimmed, cutting it at the edges. She pulled her fingers through her pubes, water falling to the floor.
"Angel, get out of the bathroom, I need my shaving gel" her dad demanded, banging on the door. Angel wrapped her gown around her body, tying it shut, and opened the door, staring at her dad. He blushed, turned away, slightly embarrassed to see his young daughter dressed only in a bathrobe. Still, he had enough male pride to push past her into the bathroom, cursing as he found the floor sopping wet from her shower. Angel ignored the protests, shutting her door, reaching for her stereo and playing her favourite tune. Again Angel's music tastes differed drastically from her friends, she did like the current boy bands, but preferred more traditional reggae music, a left over from her parents heritage from Jamaica. She settled for a piece by Cibo Matto.
Angel dropped her bathrobe, sitting on her bed, her wet ass cheeks leaving a temporary impression on the bed sheets. She loved the feeling of cool air on her bare skin. She closed her eyes, lying back on her bed, and felt the warm waves wash over her body, caressing every hole, every patch of skin as the hot tropical sun shone down. At this point, she would have given her soul to be lying on the beach near her uncles home in Jamaica, naked on the beach, the soft sand against her body, the sun deepening her tan.
Her dream was broken as her phone went off against her leg, the vibrations sending small waves of pleasure through her thighs. Angel reached for the phone on her nightstand, flipping it open, resting it on her crossed legs. A small bead of water rolled down between her breasts, over her stomach, onto the screen of her phone.
HEY BABES, WERE M2ING L8R 2NTE AT DA ORCHARD ROSE ABOUT 8ISH. A BUNCH OF US R M2ING AT JANETS FIRST, COME ROUND IF U WANT
Angel stood and walked to the end of her bed, opening her cupboard. In it hung 18 years of clothes shopping. What to wear to the Rose? If she was meeting up with the girls, obviously something loose, but something was nagging at her.
Angel had been brought up in Camden, an outer suburb in London, and quite a run down area. Her childhood was spent around drug dealers and gangs, empty bottles and used needles in the playgrounds. But despite this, she, along with her brothers, had been raised with a strict code of standards and moral beliefs. While Angel herself didn't mind the attention from the many males in the bars they visited, she hadn't, yet, slept with a male, only having one boyfriend since her primary school. And only he had got a kiss out of her.
Angel reached up into her cupboard, removing a matching cotton white pair of bra's and panties. She pulled her bra over her breasts, struggling behind until she clipped it together, tightening the straps until it fully supported the weight of her chest. Next, she reached down and stepped into her panties, pulling them up her legs, covering her black pubic hairs, pushing her hand into her knickers, adjusting her hairs, some trapped beneath the elastic of the panties.
Angel settled for a slightly faded pair of blue denim jeans, pulling them up over her smooth wet legs. She reached in and pulled a short cut white string top, slipping it on over her chest, jiggling slightly until it settled on her. Angel took her black long coat from it's hangar, pulling it over her top. She feel of the fabric rubbing against her white skin did more to Angel than she wanted to admit.
"Daddy, I'm going out to the Orchard with my mates" Angel shouted up the stairs as she took her keys from the ring.
"Yeah but I want you back early. And clean the bath when you get back" her dad screamed. As Angel stood in the open doorway, she looked up the stairs where the light from the bathroom doors shone out, interrupted briefly by her dad's feet moving across the edge of the door.
Angel walked along side Jenny, their arms in each other's. Angel couldn't help but notice this simple, almost lesbian gesture of two girls, one black and one white, was having on the males passing them by. Angel, like many women, could not understand the basic homophobia expressed by many men. She knew from first hand experience that all three of her brothers often searched the net for porn, and a lot of the time, accidentally, stumbling across erotic gay scenes that even shocked her. She had never confronted them over it, accepting that deep down, they were exploring their sexuality. Which was what confused Angel when she tried to talk about same sex relationship's with her male friends, and which always resulted in them insulting her or speaking over the conversation.
Still, Angel was comfortable with her sexuality. Despite, some, petty experimentation as a kid with her friends at their sleepovers, she didn't find their bodies particularly attractive, preferring the male form close to her.
"Look at those sad bastards" Jenny remarked, quite loudly, nodding her head towards an alcove in the park where several tramps sat around a small burning fire. Her remark drew some attention from the ragged individuals, staring at the two well-dressed girls as they continued up the path staring at the men.
"It's not their fault Jen" Angel replied grinning at one of the tramps, the man looking away, shaking his heavily bearded face as he took a swig from the bottle of whiskey at his side.
"Doesn't mean they can't shave or get a job lazy shits" Jenny said pulling Angel's arm as they quickened their pace towards the Orchards pub at the bottom of the road beside the park.
As the two girls approached the pub, Angel turned her head, staring at the 6 people now closer to the diminishing fire. Beneath the beards and long hair, Angel couldn't tell from here whether they were male or female, and she hoped she wouldn't be near enough to ever tell whether they were male or female. She was grateful as Jenny led her into the pub, noticing her friends around the table.
Angel sat, pushing the two already high girls further around the table, feeling the pressure of Jenny against her. She smiled as Kathryn set a bottle of Archers down on the table, taking a large gulp from hers. Angel picked hers up, taking a sip as she closed her eyes, smelling the smoke in the air already changing her clean skin. Angel didn't like the smell of smoke on her clothes.
She froze, her bottle of Archers almost falling from her grasp as a hand gripped the top of her leg, the soft fingers pressing into her leg. She managed to pressed the bottle of Archers to her lips, taking a sip and laughing at some joke, noticing a relieved sigh released from her friend, Konnie.
Konnie had been friends with Angel since they were kids, Konnie being the first person she had kissed, before being taught the difference being same sex relationships and normal ones. Angel quickly realised that Konnie had feelings for her, well, for girls in general. All throughout high school, Konnie had carried the reputation as a lesbian, not having one boyfriend, even at the prom. Angel had remained friends with her but had never been as close as she was say, with Jenny, not wanting to explore that aspect of her personality
"So me and Angel were almost mugged by these tramps in the park, it was so fucking scary. Anyway, who got the first round in?" Jenny asked, taking a sip from her bottle of Smirnoff Ice,
"Yeah it was pretty fucking scary" Angel said relaxing slightly in her seat, parting her legs slightly wider as Konnie's fingers pushed their way further up her thigh, brushing against the crotch of her jeans, the water from her shower mixing with a little of her own cunt juices as Konnie's touch enticed a reaction from her body. Angel reached down and rested her hand upon Konnie's, rubbing her Indian friends fingers with her own manicured black ones.
"So Babes, I heard you're quitting your job?" Deborah asked, an Irish lass who had recently moved to England from Ireland. She had got a job at Jenny's office and the two had become friends, pushing Deborah into the group.
"Yeah, serving fries and burgers all day to spotty fat school kids is hardly my idea of a career path. I found a job on the internet for a place of a cruise ship that sail's close to Jamaica. So I should be able to get home a lot more often" Angel said, noticing Konnie had removed her hand.
"Shit" Jenny cursed, drawing the attention from the girls around the table.
