Guardian Angel

I sat in bed after my boyfriend finished making love to me and left for class. I thought about the last three months with Paul. It was the same old story with every relationship that I had: the first few months were great, but when it came to sex I was never really satisfied with anyone. I liked to think it wasn't me; I may not see myself as gorgeous but I hope it wasn't how I looked. I had dirty blond hair, green eyes, and a thin figure with 34C breasts... I thought this was what guys wanted in a girl. I wish that I could find a lover to satisfy me...

And no sooner than I thought it, a mysterious figure dressed in white appeared in my bedroom. Upon closer inspection, it was a woman dressed in a white satiny robe with wings on her back. I jumped up out of the bed and made a dash for the door. She softly reached over and took my arm.

"Don't be afraid," she said, "I'm your guardian angel. Your wish is my command," the woman said matter-of-factly. I stopped and looked into her bright blue eyes. Though this was beginning to be the strangest morning of my life, but her eyes showed no signs of lying. I decided to play this out.

"Well if you're my guardian angel and I can get my wish, then will you just zap on over a man who can satisfy me sexually?" I asked.

"Silly, I can't 'zap' anyone else, but I can help you figure out who will be able to satisfy you. Which of your lovers closest to bringing you to orgasm?"

"Todd was pretty good. He was a great guy, and a gentle lovemaker. I liked his soft touch, but he never seemed to know when I just wanted to get off."

"OK then, you just need to find a gentle person who still knows how to get rowdy in bed."

"Easier said than done," I said glumly.

"Have you ever been with a woman?"

"NO! That would be weird, wouldn't it?"

"Well honey, you don't sound so sure about yourself. Have you ever thought about it?"

"Well, only at slumber parties when I was younger. Hey, by the way, what is your name?"

"Tracy. Anyway, it sounds like you're not sure about yourself. You shouldn't let the public opinion shape yours. How bout this: go to class tomorrow and take notes on any of the girls that you find even the slightest bit attractive. I'll see you again tomorrow and we'll talk." And with that, Tracy disappeared just as quickly as she appeared.

The next day, I sat in my intro to biology class and looked around. There were about 150 people in the room, and half were female... there has to be someone here... I looked around slowly, and frantically began scribbling down in my notebook.

After class, I worked out in the athletic center for a while and walked the short distance back to my off-campus house. Dropping my bags in my bedroom, I quickly went to the bathroom to shower. I stripped off my socks and shoes, pulled off my t-shirt and slid down my shorts. I looked into the mirror at myself. My sports bra held back my breasts somewhat, and it was soaked with sweat. I pulled it off and began to look again. The only clothing I was now wearing was my silver Victoria's Secret panties. They were so soft, and putting them on kind of got my loins going. I slipped them off and looked once more. I'm pretty, right? I thought. Once again, no sooner had I thought it than Tracy showed up in her glowing white robe.

"Wow, look at you! Mind if I take a quick feel?" she said playfully. I quickly grabbed a towel and tried to cover myself.

"What are you doing here? Have you no decency?"

"Sorry, just came for that list. How is it?"

"Well, I saw a lot of promise, but I'm not sure. I don't know if I'll know what to do with a woman," I said shyly.

"Well let me just show you then... Just relax and let me do my thing, and when we're done, do to your girl whatever you liked done to yourself." She then proceeded to slowly pull away the towel and before I knew it, her robe was on the floor and I was in the shower with her.

Her body was incredible; just like the "classic" angel: blond hair, blue eyes, tanned skin with apple-sized breasts. I was beginning to feel warm down below. Remembering what she said, I simply let her do all the work.

The water was now running over us and began to steam up the shower. She ran her hands through my hair, down my neck and back, and rested on my ass. She began to kiss me softly on the lips as her hands traveled up my stomach to my breasts. She held them and weighed them and felt my rock hard nipples. I moaned softly at the touch. She then let her hands follow down to my waist. Her hand crept towards my slit and began to feel around. Her hand entered my pussy just as she began to let her tongue enter my mouth. The feeling was exquisite.

Her fingers felt around a little more and she then began to finger my clit. Around and around she moved. Her face then left my mouth and went to my clit. Her tongue rolled around my clit slowly. She started building speed and I knew it would only be a matter of time before I came. But before that time, she stopped.

"No, don't stop!" I pleaded.

"Oh, you've had enough," she said as she shut off the water. "I want your first orgasm with a woman to be with a real woman and not me".

"That was wonderful..."

"I'm glad you think so. Let's see that list." We left the bathroom, both still completely naked, and I got out my notebook. Tracy looked over the list.

"Well, you're number one is only into guys. She gets enough dick and is probably always too sore to even enjoy it. However, number two 'Samantha', is quite a catch. She's a gentle girl, but she'd love a great orgasm, even if it were from a girl. How about her?" Tracy asked.

"She looks great - brunette, nicely tanned, great looking tits and God she wears seductive clothes. How do you know about her? And what if she doesn't like me?"

"I'm an angel; I know a pretty lot. And I can make sure that she wants you. Just go to class tomorrow and ask her to work with you for the upcoming project. When she comes over to work on it, just wear these clothes which I have cast a little spell upon and she will be all yours..." I started to ask another question, but Tracy was gone. In her place there was a small pile of clothes on the bed.

Two weeks passed, and Samantha and me finally made a day to work on the project. Before she arrived, I donned the clothes that Tracy left for me. There was a sexy little black lace thong, a white lace bra, a tight black miniskirt, a tight white tank top, and a pair of black high heels. She really went all out, I thought.

I looked at myself in the mirror once again. This time, I saw myself for what I really was. I'm a pretty girl, I told myself. This will be wonderful. Just then, the doorbell rang. I invited Samantha in and asked her to follow me upstairs. I sat her down on the bed and told her that I was going to go get some supplies to do the project. I left the room and stood outside the door. She looked great; just a t-shirt and jeans, but they showed off her incredible body so well. I took a deep breath, and walked into the room.

Without saying a word, I laid her down on the bed and slid on top. I began to kiss her; she must have felt my heart racing a million beats per minute, but I didn't care. And neither did she.

We lay there kissing for a few moments and I slowly took off her shirt. She wore a red satin bra underneath, and I began to feel it all over. Her nipples hardened beneath my very fingertips. They felt so soft between the material, and I began to take the bra off as well when she stopped me and pulled off my tank top. She looked at the black lace covering my breasts and pulled it off as well. She began to lick my breasts and suck on my nipples.

It felt wonderful. I began to get real hot and real wet. I could tell by Samantha's breathing that she was getting into it as well. Noticing this, I pulled her bra off and slid her jeans off as well. To my surprise, she wore no panties and her wonderful shaven pussy was staring me in the face. I began to kiss her passionately, grinding my loins against hers. She grabbed my ass through the tight fabric of my skirt and pulled me down onto her.

She then began to rip my remaining clothes and undergarments off, leaving the heels. We paused for a moment to stare at each other, and then began feeling each other even more rapidly. I bent my head down and licked the smooth skin around her pussy. She moaned in delight, and then began to fuck her with my tongue.

"Oh, you're going to get some too," she said in the sexiest voice I have ever heard. She pushed me until our bodies were oriented in a 69 position, and we began to lick each other's pussies. This lasted a few wonderful minutes and then we began to finish it up. We licked each other's clits slowly, slowly, so slowly that it seemed like we would burst. And we then licked faster and faster. I tried to hold back my orgasm and enjoy the sensation more, but I couldn't. I had to let go.

The orgasm ripped through us like a tidal wave. We shuddered violently, and then clung to each other in a wonderful embrace. It was definitely the best sexual experience that I'd ever had.