*April 8, 1989
Middle-aged and bespectacled Angelina Lione may look the part of the prim, proper and sexually repressed, buttoned-up bibliothec, but she's most definitely NOT your father's librarian -- at least not while in a lover's company. Blessed with a ravenous and unquenchable sexual appetite, Angelina's orgasms are so intense that she frequently faints during the throes of passion.
While never mistaken for a perfect 10 with her large brown eyes, tucked behind oversized, Diana Prince-style eyeglass lenses, Angelina still cuts quite the desirable figure, with a fetching face always perfectly and tastefully made up, and a sleek and shapely body. Her short, black hair, speckled with gray, was cut in a chic, wedge/pixie-style, puffed and piled on the top and curled forward around the ears. Angelina's attractive physical traits, however, always paled in comparison to her overwhelming sex appeal. Using her vast store of feminine wiles, Angelina negotiates about her lovers' hearts, minds and bodies as deftly as she navigates the Dewey Decimal System, manipulating infatuated men for her monetary and personal gain.
High maintenance and even higher fashion, Angelina always models the latest designer threads -- oftentimes accentuated by any one of her dozen pairs of high-heeled dress boots. Her sophisticated look even extends to smoking accessories. The haughty diva wouldn't dream of smoking a cigarette if it wasn't filtered through her long, black holder. More of a cigarette holder sucker and stroker than a smoker, Angelina seductively works the black shaft with her mouth, tongue and fingers as if it was a penis proxy; the effect that playing with the long, stiff holder has on would-be lovers is like snake charming. Under the sexy siren's magic spell, they're entirely at her mercy; powerless to resist the temptation to pleasure her -- as if they really would.
Angelina spent her 20s and 30s as a fully-committed member of the sexual revolution of the 1960s and '70s -- bedding dozens upon dozens of men. Only when she reached age 40 did her love life settle down -- for her anyway -- when the lusty librarian entered into a long term, nearly exclusive, torrid affair with the principal at her school, Harry Seymour. After the forbidden relationship unceremoniously ended six years later, Angelina found herself alone at a time when many of her peers had long since settled down into blissful domestic life. A prolonged romantic dry spell followed, until a former student unexpectedly burst into her life.
Twenty-two year old Tom Bailey had been in lust with Angelina for years, drawn in classic fetish fashion to the sexy librarian's stylish, high-heeled boots, seductive smoking and even her pretentious and snobbish personality. Over time, his feelings -- like his fetishes -- for the femme fatale only grew stronger, until he could no longer keep them to himself. The pair had just launched an intense, physical relationship when Harry re-entered her life. Unable to decide between the two romantic suitors, Angelina proposed a date-off -- or "fuck-off" -- as Tom bitterly described the arrangement.
Now, with her love life once again in full bloom, the amorous woman was in sex heaven -- reliving her youth, when men practically lined up around the block to date her. Preying on the men's sexual addiction to her, Angelina gleefully bounced between their beds for nearly a month, until Tom finally prevailed.
The love triangle finally broken, Angelina and Tom were finally free to embark on a committed, loving relationship. But the couple's path to long-term romantic harmony was lined with a phalanx of challenges -- not the least of which was familial. During their first fortnight together, Tom met Angelina's family -- and had been unnerved by her brutish and overprotective brother-in-law.
It was a couple months into their relationship before Tom worked up the nerve to introduce Angelina to his folks. The encounter set off a tremor that was bound to trigger aftershocks along the fault line of their courtship. The meeting with what turned out to be an old work adversary so unnerved Tom's mother, in fact, that she subsequently resumed a long dormant smoking habit.
That introduction went poorly enough, but how would Tom's college friends react to seeing him with a much older woman? What would be their impression of her? What would he see in her? Sure Angelina was attractive enough -- but she was an attractive older woman. Why would young Tom be interested in a 50 year old, when there were plenty of lovely ladies his own age available? And when they got a whiff of her pompous and bitchy personality, they'd really question what was in this relationship for Tom, and the age difference would be even more pronounced. The very real possibility existed that they'd disapprove of this affair, judging Tom a weirdo and mere boy toy to Angelina's dirty old woman.
Private by nature -- and especially embarrassed to confide in anyone about his smoking and boot fetishes -- how could Tom possibly explain to them that Angelina embodied all that he found physically alluring in a woman? How every time he saw the bitchy diva smoking from a cigarette holder or strutting about in a pair of delicious, high-heeled, knee-high leather boots it made his dick dance and pulsate with delight. Or that when he and this MILF-before-the-term-was-coined made love it brought him to heights of pleasure he never dreamed possible.
For a year, the pair engaged in an intense physical relationship, characterized by daily bouts of uninhibited, care-free sex and yet somehow devoid -- at least in Tom's viewpoint -- of satisfactory emotional intimacy.
Finally after a year of "dating," the two professed their love for each other and subsequently became engaged to be married. Still, their future seemed as romantically dysfunctional and clouded as their present. In part due to questions surrounding whether or not Angelina was capable of curbing her sexual enthusiasm.
For even while dating her confessed greatest lover, Harry, Angelina engaged in several dalliances with other men. Would the mere presence of an engagement ring on her finger be enough to stop a lifetime of promiscuity. It certainly didn't deter her at her bachelorette party. Certainly if she were to sustain a long and healthy marriage, such party-girl misbehavior would not be permissible. At long last, can this cougar finally change her stripes and commit to a monogamous relationship with someone, ideally, her fiancé, Tom?
Al and Ann Bailey sat in their car in a far corner of the otherwise empty parking lot of St. Peter's Roman Catholic Church in Cromwell, N.J. as if they were on a police stakeout. The wedding of their youngest son, Tom, wasn't for another two hours, but they weren't there that early to get a choice parking spot.
"I think this is a good thing you're doing," Al said reassuringly to his wife.
"Maybe," Ann answered anxiously, before lighting her second More cigarette since the couple arrived at the church 10 minutes prior. "I wish she would get here already, though. The longer the wait, the less sure I want to go through with this."
"No, you should. It'll be good for everyone, especially, Tom, if you made peace with Angelina before they got married. I know he was glad to hear you wanted to do it."
"I don't think I had any choice. The last thing I want is to have my personal feelings about her drive a wedge between he and I. But I still don't have any faith in this marriage. It's a huge mistake, Al. Even if I didn't have doubts about Angelina's character, Tom's way too young for her."
"Well, look at the brightside. Even if this marriage doesn't work out, he can still learn a lot from it. An experienced woman like Angelina knows what she wants and doesn't want from a man. Figuring out how to please a woman is not such a terrible lesson for him to learn."
At that moment, another car pulled into the church parking lot and parked in a space next to the building. From some 50 yards away Al and Ann watched their future daughter-in-law, along with her mother, sister, Elaine, and niece, Lisa, retrieve what appeared to be three neatly packed gowns from the trunk and enter the church.
Al drove up to the entrance and re-parked the car.
"Ready?" he asked his wife.
"Ready as I'll ever be," Ann said, taking one last drag of her half-smoked More before stubbing it out in the car's ashtray. "Wish me luck."
"Good luck. Maybe you two will even be friends after this."
"Don't press your luck. Settle for civility."
Al gave his wife a quick kiss on the lips, before she exited the vehicle. Climbing the 15 or so steps into the church, Ann walked to a set of double doors on the opposite end of the altar.
"Ann...hi," Elaine said, the tone of her voice matching the surprised look on her face, upon encountering her sister's future mother-in-law.
"Hi, Elaine," Ann said tentatively. "Think I could have a word with Angelina while she's getting ready?"
"Yeah, sure. She's in that room over there."
Ann nodded her thanks and followed Elaine's finger point to the church's dressing room. There, Angelina stood with her back toward the door, arranging various cosmetics on the vanity before the lightbulb-ringed makeup mirror. Ann paused and took a deep breath to relax herself.
"Ann?" Angelina asked, her eye catching the woman in the mirror who had suddenly appeared in the doorway behind her.
"Good morning, Angelina," Ann said. "May I come in for a moment?"
"Of course."
