Stephanie's plans

Attending the same university as her best friend Laurelle wasn't Stephanie's only reason for choosing Glendale. Her other reason for choosing Glendale was that it was the university that Brian Wesley had enrolled in, the boy who was responsible for the grades that Stephanie had gotten in high school. Brian had had a crush on her in high school and by leading him to believe that he had a chance with her Stephanie had been able to get him to do her homework and prepare study notes for her. Her hope was that, with Brian having also registered for accounting, they could pick up where they'd left off. But things had changed, Brian understood that doing well in university was going to require a lot more effort than doing well in high school and he wasn't prepared to spend the amount of time helping her as he used to. Realizing that things weren't going to be going back to the way they used to be, Stephanie laid her cards on the table and made a deal with Brian that for every set of assignment answers and study notes she would give him a blowjob.

Brian proved to be every bit as useful as he had been in high school, and with Stephanie doing so excellently Michael decided that nothing could be allowed to jeopardize her chances of graduating, and that meant that Jo-Ann's alcoholism needed to be dealt with. She came home one Saturday morning carrying two plastic bags that contained her five-liter box of wine and her six beer quarts and was confronted by her husband who told her in his most belligerent tone that if she wanted to get drunk she must go and do it somewhere else! Not in the mood to have the same argument with her husband that she had every other week, Jo-Ann got in her car and drove to her auntie Christine's house in Wentworth, where she knew that she could enjoy her drink free from judgment. Christine welcomed her niece with open arms and lent her a sympathetic ear while she got everything off of her chest about the nerve of Michael throwing her out of the house that she made the mortgage payments on. Christine was happy to have Jo-Ann over at her house, she was glad of the company and she was especially glad not to have to worry about buying her own drink. She invited Jo-Ann to come to her house whenever she felt like and soon Jo-Ann was spending every weekend at her auntie's house.

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With all of her university related business taken care of, Stephanie could finally start focusing on her biggest priority: Angel. They had made love four times since the day at the beach when she had resolved to address his sexual inexpertness and each time had been more unsatisfying than the last. Stephanie's plan was to illustrate to Angel how important their sex life was by creating an occasion that would make it impossible for him not to get the message. She booked a hotel room for the same night that the four of them had made plans to go to Zoom. Stephanie hadn't informed Angel of her plans; she thought that they'd spend about an hour at Zoom and then she would surprise him with the news about the hotel room.

Getting her parents' permission to stay out all night proved no problem for Stephanie. She told her father that she and a group of her friends from university were getting together to complete an assignment and without any suspicions to the contrary Michael gave his blessing. Jo-Ann had been in the room when Stephanie had asked for permission to spend the night out and had had some questions for her daughter but knowing how that conversation would end having gone through it literally countless times before she said nothing. In the bag that Stephanie took with her were the clothes for her to change into at Ricky's flat before they left for Zoom. She arrived at Ricky's flat and was immediately disappointed when she entered. Angel was sitting in the small living room watching music videos on television and Laurelle and Ricky were nowhere to be seen.

"'Sup babe," Angel said when she entered, barely acknowledging her.

"Hey babe, where are Ricky and Laurelle?"

"They're in the room."

"Okay, I'm going to go change."

"Okay."

Stephanie walked down the hall to the bathroom to get changed, stopping on her way there to put her ear to the door of the room that Laurelle and Ricky had closed themselves up in. They were inside making love; Stephanie could hear Laurelle moaning deeply and knew that the pleasure that she was expressing was genuine, she had had sex with Ricky once and, unlike Angel, Ricky knew what he was doing. Stephanie became furious, she was furious at the unfairness of her friend Laurelle having a boyfriend who was so much better than hers and she was furious at Angel for not wanting to have sex with her before they left for the club. She went into the bathroom and got dressed in a great hurry, emerging with her hair and make-up done and wearing a tight black dress and high heel shoes. Ricky and Laurelle, when they saw her, both complimented her as looking stunning. Angel, on the other hand, appeared unmoved by his girlfriend's appearance. It had seemed impossible only seconds earlier, but Stephanie got even more angry, and angrier still during the drive to Zoom, which Laurelle and Ricky spent going at each other in the back seat of the car while Angel sat in the passenger seat and stared out the window. Stephanie's night was going to ruin without having even begun. Angel's mood didn't improve when they got to the club; Laurelle and Ricky were dancing and drinking and enjoying themselves while Stephanie was stuck in a booth with her miserable boyfriend. Having put so much time and effort into planning this night Stephanie wasn't prepared to sit back and do nothing while it fell apart before her eyes. She set aside her anger and sidled up next to him to inform him of her plans for them for the rest of the night, hoping that would do the job of pulling him out of his funk.

“Listen babe, we’re not going to be spending the whole night here, okay.”

“I’m not that tired babe, we can stay.”

“No babe that’s not it, I’ve booked a hotel room for us to spend the night in.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s been a whole week since I’ve seen you and I want us to have some quality time alone.”

“But a hotel room, that’s so extravagant.”

“It’s not extravagant babe, it’s romantic.”

“But babe it’s a hotel, I mean it’s like a whole deal.”

Angel being apprehensive about the two of them spending the night alone in a hotel room was an obstacle Stephanie hadn’t expected to encounter. Not having the patience for this any longer, she leaned over and whispered in his ear the eight words she was sure would get them to the hotel.

“I’ll let you fuck me in my ass.”

Her words were so effective in bringing about a turnaround in Angel's mood that Stephanie couldn't understand why she hadn't said it to him earlier. They were at the hotel in fifteen minutes, where, with the prospect of having anal sex with Stephanie being right in front of him, Angel was harder to subdue than ever; Stephanie had to fight him off to create an opening for her to go into the bathroom and change into the lingerie that she'd purchased for the occasion.

It took her a while to get herself strapped and clasped into her lingerie and, to her great annoyance, Angel took no notice of it at all. He only had one thing on his mind, and, just like when they'd entered the hotel room, Stephanie faced a battle on her hands to keep him under control.

“HELL BABE! YOU SAID I COULD FUCK YOU IN YOUR ASS!” Angel protested.

“WE CAN’T DO THE ANAL SEX FIRST BABE! YOU HAVE TO FUCK ME PROPERLY FIRST!”

Grudgingly Angel acquiesced and started fishing in his wallet for a condom so they could get things underway.

“Oh shit.”

“What?!” Stephanie asked, consternated.

“I got no condom.”

She couldn’t believe it, another problem she hadn’t foreseen that had the power to wreck her night had cropped up. She could’ve sent Angel out into the street to look for a convenience store or a pharmacy to procure one, but by the time he got back there was a good chance the mood would’ve been compromised, and she wasn’t having any of that.

“It's okay babe, you can cum in my ass.”

“REALLY!”

“Yes, now come on!”

They continued with the foreplay. Stephanie stayed on top of Angel so she could keep him in check and they kissed slowly and seductively. She believed that everything was under control and that her plan was working, that she was finally getting through to him with what she expected from their lovemaking. What Stephanie wasn't noticing was the effect that having sex without a condom for the first was having on Angel. Overwhelmed by the warmth and moistness of her, Angel overpowered Stephanie, flipped her on her back and before she could do anything about it was pumping in and out of her with the pneumatic force of a jackhammer that’s come up against a resolute block of concrete.

“Oh Fuck! Oh Fuck!” Cried an out of control Angel.

“Babe!” Stephanie complained fruitlessly.

“FUCK! FUCK!” Angel said as he continued going at her with unrestrained vigor.

“BABE!!!” Stephanie screamed, furious to find herself in this all too familiar position.

And just like that, it was all over. Angel rolled off of her and passed out from exhaustion on the bed next to her, leaving Stephanie to contemplate her relationship with him. As much as she loved him, she wasn't sure how much more of his sexual immaturity she could take, because if they couldn't enjoy intimacy then there would forever be an obstacle in the way of them belonging to one another entirely. She sat on the bed for over half an hour thinking about this, and only then did it hit her that Angel hadn’t pulled out.