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Trust me, it really helps if you have some idea of what's going on by reading the previous episodes of The Angel but, if you don't, please enjoy!
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Kendra looked at me and I could see the conflict of emotions in her eyes. The remnants of her tears were still there.
She took a deep breath and said, "No, Anna. It's okay. I think you and Angela need, and deserve, your alone time and anyway, I can't stay. I don't have a change of clothing, I don't have any nightwear. I don't even have a toothbrush..."
She was clearly going to carry on trying to bolster her case for why she couldn't stay, so I stopped her by putting my hand on her upturned wrist and, with a quick look at Angel, who smiled and nodded, said, "Kendra, for a start you can wear what you're wearing tomorrow for the drive home. It's only fifteen minutes away. I can lend you at least a bathrobe and probably a nightie of some sort if you want, and I always have a couple of toothbrushes spare in case I have guests. Please, Kendra, stay here tonight. I want to be sure you understand that I," I looked at Angel who instinctively took Kendra's hand in hers, "and Angela want you to stay. Don't we Angel?"
Angela stared straight at Kendra and said, "Yes, Anna, I want Kendra to stay. Please Kendra. Stay."
Kendra looked first at me and then at Angel.
She swallowed, "You're sure?"
We both nodded. Everything hung in the balance in that moment. It wasn't until much later that we would realise exactly what was being weighed.
She smiled a little, "Thank you, both of you."
I squeezed her wrist, "So you're going to stay?"
She nodded, "Yes. It will be nice to know that I'm not alone."
My heart went out to her as she said that. She exuded such confidence that I had assumed that she was one of the world's natural loners. It seemed I couldn't have been more wrong.
It was obvious that an important bridge had been crossed and so I decided to move things along. At that point I was still a little worried that she would go into the spare room, wait for us to go to sleep, and then quietly leave.
I squeezed her wrist and said, "Okay, why don't we get comfortable? It's only," I glanced up at the kitchen clock, "just coming up to ten. I'm feeling a little overdressed right now so why don't we get into our bathrobes and relax in the lounge? Angel, we can wear the ones we wore earlier and Kendra, come with us and pick one."
I didn't wait for an answer. I just stood up and went into my bedroom, with Angel and Kendra following. I opened my wardrobe containing my, possibly excessive, collection of bathrobes and, as we all stood there, leafed through until I found what I was looking for.
I brought out a pale violet satin robe with long bell sleeves and a belt tie. I thought it was perfect for her since it was about mid-thigh on me and, with her being somewhat shorter, would fit perfectly. I held it up and turned to see both of them staring into my wardrobe.
Angel was the first to speak, "Anna, I knew you had a large clothes collection but who on earth needs that many bathrobes?"
I smiled, "Um... I like clothes, Angel. I think you know that much about me by now. So, Kendra, what do you think?"
She took it off me and said, "It looks lovely Anna. Thank you. I'll pop into the spare room and change. See you in a few minutes."
She walked out and I closed the door behind her, turning to take my Angel in my arms. We kissed and I closed my eyes as I got a wonderful tingle once more.
I eventually pulled back and whispered, so that my voice didn't carry through the adjoining wall, "Thank you Angel for understanding. Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"I wouldn't have you any other way, Sorceress. I love that you care so much. I am worried about Kendra too."
She warmed my heart so much by saying that. She had every right to be aware of Kendra but she cared and that was what was so important to me.
We slowly undressed each other and, when we were naked, I took a moment to take in her beautiful body and was pleasantly surprised to see that she was clearly a little excited. Her clit was visible and I had to resist the temptation to touch her. I felt the little warm tingles and contractions in myself and realised that, as always, just the sight of her was increasing my desire.
I moaned as we kissed briefly, "God, Angel, I want you so much."
She smiled and I shuddered as I felt her finger stroke my clit, "Well make sure you stay warm for your Angel, Sorceress. I want you too, but we have to look after our guest first."
Fighting the temptation to move further on I picked up the robe I'd given her earlier and revealed that it was covering our tails.
I gasped and then giggled a little.
"Thank god Kendra didn't see those," I said and joined me in a small fit of giggles as we dressed in our robes and tied them. We took one quick moment for a kiss which did nothing to dampen the fires inside me.
I pulled back and ran my fingers around her neck saying, "Okay Angel. Let's go and look after Kendra."
We went through and she was already there, sitting on her kitchen stool once more. It goes without saying that she looked gorgeous. In the ten weeks since my Angel had left she had grown her hair so that it was now a couple of inches past her shoulders and showing signs of a very slight wave at the ends. She was very slim, which was more noticeable now that she was wearing just a bathrobe, and her legs were certainly one of her many remarkable features.
She smiled up at us with those dark blue eyes and a slightly raised, sardonic eyebrow and said, "You two took your time."
I ignored the comment and just said, "Come on. Let's go and relax in the lounge. Angel, can you bring the bottle? Kendra, could you be a sweetie and carry the glasses? I want to put some cushions out."
She just giggled and, giving me a mock salute, saying, "Yes, boss."
We laughed with her. It made me happy that we were back to our familiar roles. We often laughed and joked when we were in the new office.
I led the way through into the lounge, turning the main lights down to just above half way and went to the corner, grabbing my various sized and coloured throw cushions and started arranging them in a circle on the floor.
"Let's not be all stiff and formal. Let's have a proper girls' sleepover," I said as I sat myself down on one of the large blue ones, curling my legs up to one side underneath me.
They both joined in with the spirit of a spontaneous slumber party and we sat in a relatively close triangle with Angel on my left and Kendra on my right.
The bottle and glasses were placed to one side so I picked the glasses up, handed them out and poured a drink for each of us.
Angela looked at me and then Kendra, "To my new home, my love and new best friend."
The revelation that Kendra had had a crush on me, and that it had grown over time, had an odd affect on me. I was, of course, flattered, but it meant I had also started looking at her differently. She was very attractive. Her beautiful smile now gave me a small thrill. I also noticed that my Angel was reacting differently. She had always been polite but now there was more warmth and attentiveness to Kendra's words and attitudes.
I also started noticing little things as she relaxed back into the Kendra I had come to know. As we idly chatted about inconsequential things, I would catch the odd glimpse of her looking at me. Not just my face. Once in a while I saw her looking at my bare legs.
And here was another thing: Because Angel's robe wasn't quite big enough, her beautiful, full, black cleavage was quite evident and I caught Kendra on more than one occasion stealing glances and I thought I could sense that Angel was aware of the attention and somewhat basking in it.
And here was the final odd thing: I didn't feel jealous. Somehow the bonds we had all formed meant there was a level of trust that transcends such petty responses.
We carried on sipping and talking. I was the hostess, topping us up when our drinks needed refilling.
The matter of Kendra's attraction to me was sort of discussed but in an oblique manner. At one point Angel said, "So, Kendra, I suppose you've been flaunting yourself at my Anna in the office. Wearing those short skirts and dresses. Do I now have to dress like you to stop her eyes following your beautiful bottom?"
Kendra laughed and looked back over her shoulder, patting herself on the bum.
"You think it's beautiful, Angela? I think it's too small. You have the perfect bottom. You have such a lovely shape. I've been envious of it since the beginning."
Angel laughed, "Well, maybe my Anna's bottom is the best then. Somewhere between the two."
Kendra smiled and said, "As with bottoms, so with tits."
At that the two of them burst into fits of giggles and I was caught in the infectious atmosphere and soon we were all laughing, at various times pointing at each other's breasts or bottoms.
The wine was relaxing us, our inhibitions slowly falling away.
At one point Kendra pulled her robe forward and, looking inside and down at her own breasts, said, "Mine are too small. Wish I had knockers like yours Angela."
Angel laughed and said, "You'd keep falling over girl. Too top heavy with that small bum. Tits 'n' bums got to balance. It's a rule or something."
I piped in, "Um, this isn't fair. I'm neither one nor the other and anyway Angel, I love your tits."
Kendra added, "Yeah, Angela. You have the best tits here. I know. Let's have a vote. Who thinks that Angela has the best tits?"
Kendra and I both raised our hands and I smiled at my Angel. Once again if she could blush I'm sure she would have.