Author: Virtual Scott
Title: Lloyd's Angel
Part: 17 of 18
Summary: Lloyd discovers he has the ability to influence others with his mind;
can he think with his head instead of his cock as he struggles to control
his gift and come to terms with its ethical implications?
Keywords: MF FF mc

Lloyd's Angel: Sun and Sand

May 2011

I couldn't remember a better Memorial Day weekend. Angel had completed her
last class, and we'd said good-bye to the homework and book bag. The MBA
was hers, even if the official commencement ceremony -- and the scary
meeting with her parents -- still lay in the future.

On Sunday, the three of us celebrated the start of summer by packing a
picnic and driving down to the park. We'd invited Danny, but he'd begged
off, saying somebody needed to be minding the store.

The weather was fabulous, and the girls were wearing new bikinis. We
staked out one of the grills near the beach volleyball courts, and I sat
back in a lawn chair to relax and watch as Angel and Rose took on all
challengers. The pair of them were toned and fit, if not particularly
skilled, and it was a pleasure to serve as their cheering section. The
slow-cooking ribs didn't take much of my attention, and I used the
opportunity to reflect on the last six months of our lives.

Angel had been a real eye-opener, in more ways than one. I felt both pride
in the way she'd blossomed and additional remorse at the years I'd stolen
from her, but she never let me get away with the moping when she caught me
at it.

She'd made a few deferential, and insightful, suggestions -- mostly just
tweaking the personnel assignments -- which had made Danny so happy he'd
laughed to me once that he might just turn Home Run over to her when he
retired. I wasn't sure if he was joking or not, but it wasn't as
implausible as it might have been.

Defeated again, the girls had to yield the court temporarily. I thought
the guys they'd been playing had thrown a few points, just to draw the
game out, but it hadn't been enough. The loss hadn't dampened their
spirits, and they were laughing as they walked over to join me.

"I think we'd better put on some more sunblock," Angel told Rose. They'd
both worked up a sweat, and Angel had a professional interest in not
showing up at Home Run with a sunburn. "Can you grab the bottle?"

"Drink something first, why don't you?" I pulled a couple of water bottles
from the cooler beside the chair while the girls collapsed on the towels
spread on the grass in front of me, and handed them over.

"Thanks," Rose gasped a long drink later. "I guess I'm not as fit as I
thought I was."

I laughed. "You're getting old! They must be 5 or 10 years younger than
you are, and it looks like they do this all the time." They boys were
playing for blood now, although I noticed the duo who'd defeated Angel and
Rose kept looking our way; the newcomers had girlfriends with them.

Angel shot me a dirty look. "Lloyd! You're supposed to admire us and make
us feel beautiful!"

"I've been doing that all day," I retorted with a leer. "I'll show you
tonight." Rose stuck out her tongue at me, and I tossed her the lotion
bottle while we all shared a laugh.

The pleasing scent that always reminded me of the beach filled the air
while the girls oiled their arms and legs. I knew I should peek at the
ribs, but I'd seen something in Angel's eye that told me to keep watching.
She was studying Rose critically.

"I think your boobs are going to burn," Angel told her friend. "All around
your top."

Rose squirted some additional sunblock on her fingers and tried to smear
it around and just under the edges of the fabric covering her, but my
brunette sexpot wasn't impressed.

"Oh, just take it off," she finally said, a little exasperated. "Nobody's
looking."

That wasn't technically true. *I* was watching raptly, although the pair
of them was used to that by now. The guys in the sandbox had traded ends,
so their admirers had their backs to us except when they were getting into
position after a point, but it was a public park.

Rose looked around uncertainly. With a tiny shrug, she reached behind
herself to pop the catch and released her top. I noticed she took care to
angle herself away from the volleyball match while she massaged lotion
thoroughly into her mammaries. Her nipples were erect when she finished.

Angel smiled. "Now turn around, and I'll do your back." I hadn't seen her
move, but she was in possession of Rose's top and didn't seem inclined to
give it back.

The redhead blushed and ducked her head, but did as ordered. She knelt
there, facing the volleyball game, while Angel spent about twice as much
time as I thought was required to do the job.

Nobody, least of all I, had expected to see these new facets of Angel. I
tugged briefly at my shorts to make room for my lengthening erection;
maybe I wouldn't make it to the evening, after all.

There was absolutely no question in my mind that Angel would do anything,
without question, that she believed I wanted or needed. The easy
give-and-take I'd originally had with Angela had returned, and might
confuse a casual onlooker, but she'd always be mine.

With others, though, she was a chameleon. The new Angel was the same sex
addict she'd been, chained to her partner's orgasms, but she was a lot
more creative and proactive about how she got them. She'd developed an
uncanny ability to understand what turned people on.

If Rose was a little kinky and into lesbian bondage and discipline, then
Angel was more than willing to push her buttons. Danny and I had been
watching closely for almost half a year, and we'd seen some shocking
things -- but never once anything that didn't have the client begging to
know when they could have her again.

She genuinely didn't seem to care about the means, only the end. I spent a
few sleepless nights worrying about what would happen if she met up with
somebody who was really twisted, in a dark way, before deciding I'd just
have to trust Angel and her love for me.

I settled back to enjoy the show. Angel didn't like to be left hanging,
and that meant what she'd just started wouldn't be ended until the pair of
them had climaxed.

A quick scan of our surroundings showed nothing unusual. That was another
thing that, very privately, had me a little worried. I was a guy; there
were a lot of others out that day, too. Men liked to look at beautiful
women. I had two of them, right in front of me, in bikinis -- one of them
topless -- rubbing lotion on each other, and *nobody* was paying
attention? Not without some "help," I reflected.

It almost had to be Angel. I'd never seen anything that didn't hover on
the ragged edge of plausible deniability or amazing coincidence, and there
was no hint about whether it was even something she did consciously. The
most likely explanation was that something had broken loose after I'd been
stirring up her mind.

The thing that made me nervous was that I couldn't see how she was doing
things that I knew I couldn't duplicate myself. If the rest of the world
decided to take notice of us after all, we'd be screwed.

"Lie down, now," Angel said, pulling my attention back to the present
moment.

Rose gratefully flopped onto her stomach, suddenly no more noteworthy than
many of the other sunbathers we'd seen. Her relief lasted about a minute
before Angel started tugging down her bikini bottoms.

"*Angela!*" Rose's shriek *did* turn heads. "What are you doing?!"

The crack of Angel's oily palm on Rose's butt rang like a gunshot. One of
the guys on the sand shanked the ball so badly it went sideways, rolling
in our direction; that I had to chalk up to fortuitous physics.

"Don't be a baby," Angel chided, working Rose's bottoms down onto her
thighs and then started to spread more sunblock on her friend's buns.

The three of us watched the guy run down the ball nearly at our impromptu
campsite. He, at least, had the expected masculine reaction to the girls.
In his place, I would have been holding the ball in front of me;
apparently more confident, he was content to cradle it in one arm and let
us look at the tent in his baggy trunks. "Hey," he said, fixated on the
girls, "are you going to play again? We're almost finished with these new
guys."

"We might," Angel said. "Are they any good?" she asked, nodding towards
the court. Her hand slid slowly down the cleft between Rose's cheeks.

"At volleyball?" the guy asked, totally mesmerized. He shook his head and
laughed at himself. "Yeah, they're okay, but I'd rather be playing with
you." His face flushed as what he'd said played back through his ears.

Angel laughed gently. "I'm Angela; this is Rose, and Lloyd."

"Nate," he grinned, nodding at the girls.

"Hey, Rose," Angel prompted, "I think we could take those girls. What if
we play a foursome with Nate and his friend against those new people?"

Thus prodded, Rose had to look up. "Yeah, okay," she agreed.

"Excellent!" Nate smiled, gave us -- well, the girls -- a thumbs-up, and
turned to trot back to his friend, who had started walking over to see
what was going on.

"You'll have to put your bikini back on," Angel told Rose. "And I didn't
finish yet."

"You!" cursed Rose, who rolled and started trying to grapple with her
tormentor. I could have warned her against it, but didn't see a reason to
bother.

The tussle ended predictably, with Angel on top, and Rose pinned on her
back. They were kissing passionately, and Angel's hand crept between the
redhead's thighs. I scanned our surroundings again, and returned my focus
to them in time to see both bodies tremble and tense up in perfect
synchronicity before relaxing.

Angel rolled off and both of them lay momentarily side by side, gazing up
into the blue sky, wearing satisfied expressions on their faces. "I think
Nate has a thing for redheads, Rose."

That was enough to make Rose quickly pull the bottom of her suit back into
place. "Give me my top!"

"Um, Angela?" I broke in when it looked like she meant to prolong the
tease. "I think you missed some skin, yourself."

With no more prompting than that, Angel flipped the top to Rose and
grabbed the bottle of sunblock. I could only admire her unconscious grace
as she rolled smoothly to her feet and came to stand before me. "Where?"
she asked, holding out the bottle.

I squirted some lotion into one hand and rubbed both together.
"Coincidentally enough, your breasts, I believe." I reached up and pushed
the bottoms of her cups higher with my fingers, until they popped above
her breasts and I could knead the lotion into them. Her eyes half closed,
and fluttered when I pulled on her nipples.

It was fun, but I wasn't looking to make it with her in the middle of the
park. I didn't drag out the massage, but I could see she was a little
excited. I thought about teasing a finger or two into her bottoms, but
Nate called out for them from the court.

"Behave, my love," I told her as she pulled her top back into its proper
place.

"Why start now?" she quipped, stooping to kiss me, but hesitated when she
saw I was serious. "They're attracted to each other; she had such a *tiny*
cum." Angel reached out to caress my cheek. "Should I deny them a chance
to find happiness due to timidity?"

"Don't deny them their free will," I replied, catching her hand in mine.
"That would be a worse crime. Learn from my mistakes."

"Angela?" called Rose, hovering indecisively halfway to the volleyball
court and looking towards us.

She squeezed my hand briefly before pulling free and skipping ahead to
catch up. I sighed and pushed myself up out of the chair. It took a moment
for me to catch my breath; another hazard of old age. A quick look under
the lid suggested the ribs would survive for a time without me, so I
strolled slowly after the beauties ahead of me.

The argument already was in progress when I reached the edge of the sand.

"You can't have four on a side!"

"What is this, a league?" asked Nate. "We're just having a little fun."

"They have rules for a reason. You can't just go making stuff up."

Angel gave a contemptuous laugh. "If you're afraid of losing, just say so.
Like Nate says, it's just a little fun."

One of the girls on the other side of the court snorted. "You didn't look
so tough before the last game -- dykes."

"Wrong on both counts!" laughed Angel, looking at the guys. "How about a
bet? If you win, we'll blow you." She folded her arms and waited for their
reaction, ignoring Rose's aghast expression.

The pain in my stomach was sudden and intense. "Oh, shit!" It didn't pass,
and I felt dizzy, too. Angel was at my side, tormentors forgotten, before
I could sink to my knees and sit on the grass.

"Lloyd, what is it?! Are you okay?" she asked, peering at my face. "Is it
your heart?"

"I don't think so." I struggled not to moan under the relentless pain.
"It's lower; appendicitis, maybe?" I looked up at the circle of faces
staring at me. "Sorry to -- *aaaah!* -- get in the way of your game."

"I called 911," Nate announced, joining us.

My vision narrowed, centered on Angel's wide eyes; a haze of glows
illuminated the growing darkness around her. "Lloyd, stay with us! Don't
scare me like this!"

Rose's voice sounded nearby. "He looks so pale!"

My consciousness expanded briefly, not in a good way, when the EMTs lifted
me onto the stretcher. I wanted to curl into a fetal position, but the
straps held me flat, and any movement sent jagged spikes of pain through
my abdomen. Angel was my anchor, her grip crushing my hand while the aura
of her mind spread over me like an electric lace canopy. The siren sounded
so far away.

I hadn't been in a hospital since Alexandra died, and wasn't happy to be
back. I felt strangely detached and almost sleepy, certain only of Angel's
hand, while I floated in a sea of mind glows, many wracked by physical or
emotional anguish, or even fading the way Alexandra had.

"Lloyd, I love you! Don't leave me!" sounded fuzzily in my ears. There was
a rush of other voices too, but the sounds meant nothing to me.

"Angel..." Drawing breath hurt, and took too much effort. The glows around
me started to fade away -- all except the closest, which flared to
unbearable brightness. Suddenly the pain was gone; my consciousness lasted
but an instant longer.