Angel
I was freezing cold as I sat on the train home. The internal heat from the alcohol I had consumed the night before had given way to an empty cold hours ago. The heating was turned up to the highest setting. Through the dirty window, I could only make out the outlines of the trees and villages passing by. Here and there, in isolated spots, there was snow that the approaching spring had not yet melted away. The only other person in my compartment was an old man who was staring thoughtfully at the hat he was holding in his hands. I closed my eyes and held my fingers to my nose. They still smelled of Vanessa.
I hadn’t been long at this boring farmers’ party, which was being celebrated in some construction trailer on the edge of some backwater. My buddy Eniz and two girls from his class had dragged me there. It was cold and wet; it had been raining heavily shortly before. I could hear muffled rock music, but every now and then Britney Spears or some other crap would come on. Almost all of the drunk figures stumbling around in the darkness around the illuminated construction trailer and bawling were male. And that includes some of the fat farm girls who were no less attached to their vodka bottles. Some were already lying on the ground, so drunk were they, even though it was only just after 11 p.m. I looked up and saw the moon, partially obscured by the dark passing clouds.
I hardly knew any of the people here who were so cheerful. I looked at Eniz, who had already grabbed one of the many bottles and was cheerfully shouting at the farmers in a terrible language. Kathi and Sani, the two girls I had come here with, were sitting with some other women on tree trunks stacked on top of each other. Julia, a prostitute by profession, with whom I had spent many a lonely hour fucking, was also there. However, several months had passed since the last time, and we hadn’t really paid any attention to each other since then.
It was shortly after midnight. I had had an hour to pour alcohol down my throat, which I did copiously, but somehow the party still didn’t get going. Until she showed up. I don’t remember exactly when I first saw her sexy ass swaying, but I’ll never forget her stunning face. I knew her from somewhere. Her hair was blonde, not slutty blonde, but still very light. It wasn’t elaborately styled or artificially highlighted, and it was precisely this naturalness, this beautiful naturalness, that seemed to define her entire image. I could easily spend hours, even days, describing Vanessa.
I was leaning against the dirty construction trailer, emptying the last sip of a Smirnoff bottle, when her gaze met mine and she immediately headed toward me. Got a cigarette for a lonely blonde woman?
she asked before she had even reached me. Up close, I could see her clothes for the first time, which I would probably rip off her pretty quickly later. She was wearing a white top and a skirt that was a little too short for the season. I glanced briefly at Julia. Unlike her, Vanessa didn’t look cheap in this outfit, but radiated a sensual elegance. I was thrilled.
Sorry, non-smoker,
I replied curtly. And that wasn’t just a really good tactic, no, it was also the truth. Too bad, too bad. Can you offer me something else?
I pointed to the empty bottle in my hand. If you had come over to me a minute earlier, I could have shared this delicious Smirnoff Ice with you. Oh well, tough luck.
She pouted slightly and pulled a bottle of beer from behind her back. ”Oh honey, I’m all set." She smiled at me, turned around, and walked back to her friends, not forgetting to skillfully show off her sexy ass. What a departure.
Half an hour later, we fell onto her bed covered with a pink sheet, kissing passionately. Her lips tasted of disgustingly sugary strawberry lip gloss, and she had a sweet little tongue that kept trying to wrestle with mine. Vanessa pulled her head away and whispered in my ear, We have to be quiet, or we’ll wake my parents up.
I just nodded stupidly and dully and wanted to continue sucking on her lips, but she gently pushed my head away, got out of bed, and disappeared out the door with a sweet smile. I have to go to the bathroom real quick.
Great, but not now!
I let myself fall back onto her soft pillows and looked around. Her parents didn’t seem to be poor. Yes, they were practically rich. Vanessa lived in a huge, luxurious house and had a huge, bright room, which was covered in places with posters of boy bands and the Olsen twins. There were some stuffed animals on her bed and next to them a pink pajama set with little white bunnies on it. God, was she old enough to fuck yet?
Vanessa came back, closed the door behind her, and immediately threw her arms around me again. Her breath smelled of mint. How old are you, if I may ask?
came out of my mouth, even though I had to fight the urge to grab her jiggly breasts. Seventeen, why?
And I was supposed to believe her?! Well, my brain had been shut down for hours anyway, so what could I do? So I slid my hand onto her breasts and then under her top. I played with her stiff nipples for a few minutes, and she moaned like she was in a porn movie.
The moon cast a blue, illuminating streak through the large windows of her room, bathing her sweet face in an elfin glow. My gaze fell on her nightstand, where there was a photo of her and an older man. They were laughing happily, and her father was hugging his little girl, who was wearing only a black bikini. Sweet. But now his one and only was desperately trying to undo my belt, which she couldn’t manage at all. I rolled my eyes, sighed deeply, and threw her onto the bed. Sometimes I felt like the guy in Scrubs.
After two minutes, she lay completely naked in front of me. Vanessa was a blonde angel, wearing only her white socks. I started at the top and worked my way down with my dry mouth. Past her flat stomach to her baldness. I took a deep breath and pressed my head between her legs. Like a deep-sea diver. Or a sewer worker? I had to think of the clever stories in cheap porn movies. Vanessa’s pussy actually tasted pretty good; it reminded me a little of that Ed von Schleck from the outdoor pool kiosk.
After a truly outstanding half hour, it was over. I was done. And the large dark red stain on her pink sheet confirmed my earlier premonition. Her blue fabric poodle had also gotten something on it. I felt my guilty conscience creeping up on me. But that was swept away by my racing thoughts in the next moment anyway. I looked at my latest conquest. She looked exhausted and was panting, but tried to smile. She kissed me briefly on my now rough lips, got up, and limped out of the room. I heard the bathroom door slam loudly. What was that about her parents again?
I also got up, looked around the room, and tried to find a photo of her that I could take with me. After all, everyone had their bad habits. I would have liked to take the one on her desk, because she looked really sexy and forbidden in that bikini, but its absence would be more than noticeable, and besides, I didn’t want to constantly have her father in front of my eyes, whose little darling I had just robbed of her childhood. There were some colored pencils and a Harry Potter book on her desk. I picked it up and leafed through it. According to her bookmark, she was on page 136. Or 137. Maybe I should read one of them too, I thought to myself.
I put the novel back and picked up her pocket calendar. It was beautifully decorated with figures cut out of magazines and male celebrities, and on each page was something she had done that day. On the last page was a small envelope with Photos
written on it in purple marker. I opened it and pulled out a small bundle of photos of girls. Probably her friends. Some of them were quite pretty, and I considered taking a few of them with me, but my gaze fell on a picture of Vanessa standing in her room, flashing a dazzling smile at the camera. Wow, I had to have that one. If only because of the Pussycat Dolls in the background. I put it in my wallet, which I took out of my pants lying on the floor, and carefully put the photos back in the calendar.
Just as I was putting it back on the table, Vanessa came back. She had put on a different thong and sat down on the bed. What time is it?
I asked her, to stop her from asking why on earth I was rummaging through her private things. A little after two,
she replied curtly. Was she angry? She really couldn’t complain; there were worse guys for a first time. Really. As if she had heard my thoughts, she smiled again shortly afterwards. I didn’t know if it was real or just fake, but I didn’t really care anymore. I had done my job here and just wanted to go home. I mentally gave myself a slap on the head. But it didn’t help anymore.
I’m going to go now,
I murmured to her as I tried to pull my pants back on. I was never this clumsy before sex. It was better that way. Okay,
she said, and I would have been annoyed by her rather curt reply if she hadn’t given me an incredible goodnight kiss. Then she lay down in her bed, pulled the covers over herself, and closed her bright blue eyes. One of her breasts was half exposed. I should have taken her again right then and there. Instead, I put on my jacket and left the house.
After spending half an hour trying to find the damn construction trailer again, hoping that the merry band would still be there, I was disappointed to find that unfortunately no one was left. Neither Eniz, nor Kathi, nor Sani. Even the drunks, who a few hours ago looked like they would never go anywhere again, had somehow been cleared away. So the price for the much-needed togetherness was now to wait at the train station for over three hours. In the freezing cold. I wish I had stayed with Vanessa.
Young man, your ticket, please.
I opened my eyes and saw a small, stocky conductor standing next to me, peering tiredly out from under her blue cap. I’m sorry, I lost my return ticket and couldn’t afford a new one.
Her eyes opened a little and I couldn’t quite tell if she was doing that because she was happy to have found a victim for her 40 euro lecture or because I was so nice. Luckily for me, it was the latter.
When I got home, I took the photo of Vanessa out of my wallet, opened my desk drawer, and rummaged around for a small box containing photos of all the girls I had ever been involved with. Some were black and white, others were printed from the computer. And now the little blonde angel was there too. I looked at my collection, satisfied that my taste wasn’t so bad after all, and then fell onto my bed. Finally. Now I could die happy.