First Fight -- The Mall, Part 3

First Fight - The Mall pt 3

All participants over 18

All characters are fictional, set in the late 90's

All that summer, Angela and I were just about inseparable. She got frustrated about a couple pounds she had put on and went to work HARD at getting "back into shape" in her words. She drug me along with her to some of it. We spend hours swimming laps at the pool, using the weights to tone up, and she took the summer to teach some dance classes and got her dancer's body back, even more so than ever in my opinion.

Everything was wonderful, more than wonderful, almost perfect. And then school started again. Angela had stuff to do for her sorority. I actually got an unpaid internship that really took up all my non-school time. I was told it was great and a large percentage of the internships turned into real jobs. Downside, between Angela's schedule and mine, went for the first couple weeks without seeing each other outside of the one class we shared. Remember, back then there were no smart phones, no texting, nothing. If you didn't see someone, you didn't see them. It was killing me and my insecurities rose to the occasion.

One Saturday, about three weeks into the semester, my new roommate and I decided to hit the mall up and catch a movie to relax a little. We arrived and got our tickets. It was a decent crowd, but then I heard something and looked around. And there she was. Angela, surrounded by her friends, and laughing, holding onto some guy's arm. I was instantly devastated. I made some lame excuse to my roommate about suddenly not feeling well and ran out of the theatre.

I skipped my class that I shared with Angela the next two sessions. I just couldn't face her. Then, self-preservation kicked in and I realized I NEEDED this class to graduate. So, on Friday, I showed up. Angela looked at me with concern and waved me over to sit next to her. I closed my eyes and sighed, and slipped over to her. The lecture started, but I couldn't pay attention. Angela leaned over to talk to me, luckily we were towards the back, so the professor wasn't paying us too much attention.

"Mark, your roommate said you weren't feeling well. Is that why you've missed so many classes? Why didn't you call me, I could have brought you soup or something."

I swallowed, not knowing what to say, until it just came rushing out in a semi-coherent verbal mess. "If you wanted to break up with me, you could have just told me." I finally got out.

Angela looked stunned, her mouth just stayed open for a moment. Then she looked angry, "Mark, what the hell are you talking about?"

"I... I saw you with a guy at the movies Angela." I started gathering my stuff together, I needed to get out of there. I didn't want to do this in public.

"Oh... Mark... no...", Angela responded, her hand reaching out to my arm, "that's not what it looks like, at all." She continued. I pulled my arm away before she could touch it.

"Look, I have tomorrow off, why don't you come over and I will explain everything. There's no breaking up."

I just nodded and finished picking up my stuff and scooted out. I managed to make it to all of the rest of my classes that day, then went back to my dorm room and laid down. I didn't know what to do. I mean, I hadn't really expected this thing with Angela to last forever, no matter how much fun the summer was. She was just so out of my league, there was no way it was a permanent thing. I fell into an uneasy sleep that didn't really give me any rest at all.

I woke up the next morning and realized that Angela hadn't really specified any particular time for me to come over. So, I took a shower, got some breakfast, and headed over to her parent's house. She had decided to stay there instead of the dorms to save some money.

I pulled up and noticed both of her parent's cars were gone. I gave a thanks for small miracles. At least this breakup wouldn't have a bunch of witnesses. I walked up and knocked on the door. I looked around while I waited and remembered the first night I spent here.

Angela finally answered the door.... and she was dressed to kill. Tight tank top, tennis skirt, ankle high socks. She was showing off all of her hard summer work, and it showed very well. Her legs were toned, the shirt was tight and you could see how much work she put in to keeping in shape. Even her arms had some muscle definition. I looked up at her, still exhausted from the lack of rest, and all the stress, and I'm sure I looked like crap. And then, she smiled at me. Dammit, even if she was going to break up with me, that smile...

"Mark! Come in! I'm glad you got here early! My parents are gone for the weekend, some conference or another, I don't know. But we have the whole place to ourselves to get this sorted out."

"I don't need to waste too much of your time Angela," I started, and she looked at me, "It looks like you're ready to head out."

"Mark, what? I don't know what's going on, come in, sit down. Are you trying to break up with me?"

I entered and we walked to the kitchen and sat down at the little island. "No, I don't want to break up," I started.

"Then what's this all about?"

I sighed, "Last weekend, my roommate and I went to the mall, to the theatre, and I saw you there, with some guy."

Angel stood up, getting instantly angry and yelled, "My WHAT?! You're my boyfriend Mark, no one else!"

"Look, I get it Angela. I mean, look at you. You're in the hottest sorority, you're in the running to be the valedictorian of our class, and well look at you! You're hot! And I'm... I'm just me. I understand how this works. Yeah, we had a great summer, but you've come to your senses and realized how much better you can get. I'm not going to stand in the way of that. I just want you to be happy." I slid off of my stool and started walking towards the door.

"Mark! Stop right there!" she angrily told me. "I don't know where all of this is coming from, but you need to stop with the self-pity. Do you REALLY think I'm not smart enough to see you for what you really are? You're kind, you're funny, you're super smart. We've been together all summer and all of a sudden, you think... this?"

I just mumbled something, but she wasn't done.

"I'm sorry I didn't have a chance to talk to you, but that guy you're talking about? He's Kendra's cousin. He's was doing a college tour because he's thinking about coming here." She placed a hand on my shoulder and one on my chin and lifted my face up. "You're my only boyfriend, okay?"

I just looked at her. It still wasn't clicking. "But... but... you had your arms around his, and were laughing so much with him, having such a good time..." Wait... she just called me her boyfriend. That was new.

"Oh, for fuck's sake! He's funny! Look, I'm sorry I didn't give you a heads up. I know we haven't had much time together. But, that's as much on you and your internship as me! You know, you have a phone too. You can call here anytime and try and talk. It's not just on me to get in contact with you."

She was so right. I hadn't been the best... I guess boyfriend? I just looked down again and shook my head. "You're right, I'm sorry. It's been so busy. But, everything I just said is true. You're so far out of my league that I'm not certain we're even in the same game."

Again, she shook her head, her hair getting messed up, in such a beautiful way. "Mark, it's not a competition. I don't know how you can't see what I see. I've never known someone that I cared about as much as you. I waited forever for you to ask me out, and when you did, I though my dreams had come true. You just need to listen to all of the girls tell me how lucky I am with you." She grabbed my hands and pulled me close. "Are we going to be okay? You don't actually want to break up, do you?"

I squeezed her hands in mine. "Of course not! That would be insane!" I blurted out.

She just laughed and looked at my face. Both of her hands pulled out of mine and she placed them on either side of my head, forcing me to look at her, before she leaned in and softly kissed me. She pulled back a little and let go of my face and grabbed my hands again. Suddenly, her face changed, and I saw a playful glint hit her eyes as one side of her lips crooked upwards in a naughty smile. "Mark, you know, now that I think about it, I have been bad. I should have told you, or left you a message. I'm sorry. But, maybe if you," and her voice dropped to a whisper, "punished me," I swallowed, my mouth suddenly dry, "I would remember not to do this again."

She just looked into my eyes, her face turning red, before she lowered her head and pulled me closer. "Uhh, punish you?" I gulped.

Angela just nodded, "Yes. Maybe... maybe I need to spanked. Maybe I need you to be a little rougher with me, teach me a lesson. Tell me what to do to make this up to you." She looked up at me, the devilish glint in her eyes getting more pronounced. "I'll do ANYTHING Mark, anything to show you that I'm yours, and you're mine."

I gulped again. "How," I swallowed again, "I mean... punished.. I don't..."

She laughed her evil little laugh and it ran straight through, bypassing my brain, my heart, and went directly to my libido. "Yes Mark, here, sit down in the chair."

So, I sat down, and then she walked towards me, one foot directly in front of the other, making her ass sway side to side. Then, she slowly lowered herself down and laid across my lap. "Bad girls get spanked, don't they?"

It suddenly hit me that it had been a month since we'd last been together. Maybe she was just as frustrated as I was. It certainly sounded like it. Her voice was oozing with need. I reached down, and pulled her skirt up and gasped.

"Oh, so you do recognize these panties, do you?" Her question brought back all of the memories of our time in the mall. She was wearing those same panties again. It made me realize she had planned this, or at least planned on me seeing them. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but in the moment, I felt like it might be a good thing.

"You can take them off... if you want. Or, leave them on. You're in charge, I'm just here to take my," and her voice dropped and just dripped with sexuality again, "punishment".

I had no idea what to do, so I just raised my hand and brought it down lightly on her exposed ass. She wiggled a little bit and moaned softly, "Harder, please".

So, I brought my hand down again, a little harder, and heard the smack echo throughout the room. Angela groaned and I saw her thighs rubbing together. "Harder Mark, I've been really bad. I made you jealous."

Something flipped in me and I brought my hand down hard on her ass, and heard it reverberate through the room, "Ooooooh... oh my god... yes.", she moaned. I could feel her moving on my lap, humping against me as her thighs rubbed back and forth.

She turned her head to look back at me, her eyes looking at me with a predators scowl, wanting more. So, I brought my hand up, and let her look at it, and saw her nod again, and I brought it down hard, and saw a red handprint, "Fuuuuuuuuuuck," she moaned and closed her eyes. "Mark, tell me what you want. How can I make this up to you. Demand it, tell me, take it from me, make me do what you want, anything."

I still couldn't get over her body as it wiggled and writhed in my lap. This was something new, something completely different. "Spread your legs" I squeaked out, barely above a whisper."

"Mark, I couldn't hear you. TELL me what you want, take it!" she moaned even more, I felt her hands on my ankles, squeezing them, holding herself in place.

I cleared my throat and said loudly, "Spread your legs!" Maybe a little too loud, my voice echoed in the room like the spankings had.

"Oh, fuck, yes Mark. For you." And she slowly spread her legs as far apart as she could, while still laying over my lap.

I was still in shock and running on automatic, so I reached my hand down, and ran it over the panties, feeling them soaked through already, and listened to Angela's moans get even louder. "More... please... more, Mark"

I started rubbing, not actually touching her skin, just the fabric, but that didn't seem to make a difference. Her ass started moving up and down, pushing back against my hand. I pushed harder against her, then lifted my hand and brought it down hard. "Fuuuuck. I'm cumming Mark! Oh my god, I'm cumming!"

I felt her entire body shudder suddenly, her fingers squeezing my ankles hard, her legs suddenly clamping together and her breathing stalling for a month as a high pitched whine came from her throat. Suddenly, she relaxed and murmured, "But, what do YOU want Mark? Tell me, or just take it, I'm so ready. I'm yours, you're mine. Take me, please... anything."

I knew what I needed suddenly, what I wanted. I pulled her off my lap and led her to the living room, pushed her down to her knees, "Oh, yes, that's it, take control."

I could see her hands running up and down her body, teasing me, teasing herself. I bent her over to her hands and knees and her gasp as I pulled her panties off. They were soaked, and she had begged for punishment. So, I placed them in her mouth and she let out a low groan and sucked at them, closing her eyes and bending over further, raising her ass up, presenting her pussy to me, spreading her legs on her own.

I pulled my pants down, not even bothering to unzip or unbutton them, and knelt behind her, lining myself up, and then pushing deep into her pussy, nothing slow or romantic, just a hard push, burying myself in her. She cried out around her panties and pushed back at me. I felt her surround me, the heat squeezing on me. I looked down and her ass was a bright red, so I brought a hand up and rubbed it, and she started yowling around the panties, finally spitting them out and moaning, "Mark, oh god, Mark!" I heard her groaning.

I grabbed her hips and started pushing in harder and faster. I needed this, she needed this. Our bodies moved together, like we had been training them to do all summer. Both us knowing exactly how to push, when to pull. Where to pause, and when to speed up. "Of fuck... Mark, Mark, wait... wait... you don't have a condom on..."

I paused for a moment at the realization, "Oh fuck, don't stop Mark... don't stop. Just... don't cum inside, okay?" And I started moving again. I couldn't have stopped if the house caught on fire.

I heard her groaning again, "Fuck... again, Mark, I'm cumming again... for you, for us. God, I'm cuuuuuuuuuumminnnnnnnnng."

I didn't stop the whole time, even though she get even slicker, I felt her walls squeeze me as her orgasm ripped through her body. Suddenly, I knew I had to pull out or it would be a distaster. "Turn around, quick!" I commanded and she pulled off, "Yes, Mark, give it to me!"

She turned around faster than I thought possible and suddenly had me in her mouth, bobbing, moaning, both hands wrapped around me, on my ass, pulling me into her mouth. It was all too much and I gave in and started cumming. Cumming so hard my calves that I had been kneeling on this whole time started cramping, but I couldn't stop. Angela took almost all of it, and then at the end, looked up into my eyes and opened her mouth, letting the last of my cum drip out of it, down her chin, onto her shirt.

Finally I stopped and straightened out my legs, getting rid of the cramps as Angela giggled. "Oh no, I've got cum on my shirt. Whatever shall I do?"

I just smiled and looked at her. "Well, maybe after I can walk again, we go to a movie and you wear that as a punishment."

Her eyes just twinkled and she nodded. Everything was healed between us, but something else had opened up.