Walters Paradise

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Chapter 22



Sharing Walter’s room with him was strange yet interesting. Most of their time inside was spent lying around talking about their lives before the death and destruction. Their entire time socializing seemed to bring Walter out of his silent and uncomfortable repose. It made her realized her company was likely the best thing for him.



“Want to go swimming?” She asked looking up at him as he stared up at the ceiling.



Looking over at her for a moment he nodded, “I think that might be a good idea.”



The two headed down to the pool room; it was such a relief to spend her time with someone who actually cared about her. On Earth Kauffman was the only man who had more than a one night stand with her, but he was a different story all together.



Alex and Elle were already inside the water against the wall; it was clear they were in the middle of something as Alex had Elle’s hands pinned against the wall of the pool while he kissed her rather intimately. “Good evening!” Walter stared right at Alex.



Looking back annoyed Alex could only smile slightly; he supposed it was payback from the morning he put Walter through that. “You two don’t have to stop on our account.” Walter didn’t take his eyes off them.



“I guess it doesn’t matter if you guys watch or not… nothing new.” Alex decided before looking back at Elle.



“You really should have told me you were prepared for me today… would have saved a lot of stress.” Alex scolded playfully.



“I love to torture you, that’s all.” Elle smiled sweetly.



“Like mother like daughter.” Elle’s jaw dropped and she whacked him playfully.



Walter and Lisa got inside and began swimming around not at all disturbed by the other couple in the water with them. Walter rested against the side wall and decided to watch Lisa; she was very content with swimming, and he loved watching her. She was perfect to him; everything he ever wanted in a woman.



Lisa swam over to him and sat beside him, “Do you think Angela will be alright with tomorrow?”



Walter nodded, “There is no doubt in my mind Harry can help her. All she needs to do is give it a chance.” Walter stated casually.



Part of her believed him but another part was still entirely skeptical over his beliefs. “How can you know that?” Lisa cocked her head to the side as she searched his face for an answer.



The amused look in Walter’s eyes told her he just knew, “I invented this game. It has served its purpose well. Maybe even better than expected.”



“What was the purpose?” Lisa asked curiously.



“You will find out soon enough.” Walter smiled at her softly.



All Lisa really knew was that everyone had been getting along so well with the last few games that took place. There was something she was missing, but clearly Walter knew what she was missing. One day she knew Walter would tell her, but until then she decided to drop the topic and think about better things.



***



Angela had spent much of her time in the shower washing away her nervous feelings; she knew Harry would be good to her, but she was still so afraid of what was about to happen. Sitting down in the shower she placed her back against the wall and hugged her knees.



Thinking about last night seemed to calm her worries. Harry was so gentle and so slow with her. The way he touched her was so respectful and so soothing; she wanted him to touch her all the time like that, but she could never ask for that. Thinking about tomorrow shouldn’t have to be such a burden. All the others had to receive some sort of intercourse, and tomorrow was her day.



All Angela could really think was how lucky she was Harry was her partner. The most intriguing man of the house, and she was actually going to get her turn with him. It seemed strange that for so long she had wondered what it would be like, and now she was going to get her chance to find out. A tiny flare of excitement swelled within her chest as she began to smile slightly; she was still going to be nervous. She wondered how Harry was doing.



Sitting at the kitchen table Harry lit his second cigarette. The room was fairly smoky giving off the illusion of fog. Harry breathed in the contents of the tiny cancer stick, and he thought about Angela. God, this couldn’t be a good sign for her at all. It seemed too early to push her into all of that.



Alex’s nervousness was starting to make sense to him, but he would never reach that stage of fear. Angela was fragile, and the thought of ruining her would hurt him so badly. If anything he would have to try his best to be courteous and gentlemanly when it came time to complete their act.



Taking a drink of his scotch he sighed knowing that this likely wasn’t a good solution to his problems, but then again he was dead; how could it hurt him? No, Harry knew the answer that that question as it was a trick question; it wouldn’t hurt him, just anyone else who got offended by it.



Tapping the ashes into the small black ashtray, he took another drag feeling that this might be his last smoke for the night. This relaxation technique would only help him so far before it became a problem. Squishing the remaining cigarette into the ashtray he decided to call it a night.



Harry drank down the last of his drink and placed the glass into the sink where it disappeared only to reappear clean inside the cupboard. Harry sighed and decided to head up to his room. Placing his lighter inside of his coat pocket her felt content; Walter hadn’t been giving him shit for wearing his regular clothes so he had been getting off wearing his coat around for the past week.



By the time he made it upstairs Angela was already drying her hair in mirror. Harry sat down on the bed and closed his eyes thoughtfully. “Harry?” Angela asked looking back at him.



“Yeah?” He asked looking over at her as she placed her hairbrush down.



“Are you going to be alright with tomorrow?” She asked as if he was the one who would be regretting it.



“I’ll be fine, but I’m more worried about you.” Harry said honestly, The very last thing I want is to upset you, or damage you.”



Angela stood up and headed over to her side of the bed. “You won’t damage me; you’re gentle.”



Harry smiled softly at her. “Could you just… keep me calm for now?” She was trying to be brave, and he could see that.



Getting under the covers next to her he faced her, “I promise, if you say stop, I will.” Harry said thoughtfully.



Angela nodded, “Well there is one thing you should stop.” She made a face.



“What?” Harry’s brows furrowed confused.



“Smoking. It’s a bad habit.” She smiled at him.



Harry let out a low laugh, “I’m dead, but I can see that the smell might be disgusting.”



Angela nodded, “Just a little bit.” Her laugh was so cute; he loved to hear it.



Gripping her hand softly he knew it was time for sleeping. Though they felt restless, they managed to fall eventually.



***



Everyone except Walter seemed stressed out the next day; it seemed he was the only one who knew what the outcome would be. Lisa looked up at him in wonder; clearly he couldn’t be lying to her.



Angela sat on the couch with Harry breathing in deeply. “It’ll be alright.” Harry assured her as he rubbed her shoulder tenderly.



Looking into his chocolate eyes she nodded, “I’ll be fine.” She tried to sound confident.



Once Alex and Elle arrived it seemed the pressure was on. “When ever you two are ready, you may begin.” Walter said allowing them some time out of sympathy for Angela.



Angela looked up at Harry slowly before shifting closer looking slightly worried. “I’ll stop if you tell me to.” Harry reminded as he got closer to her.



Angela leaned in slowly and pressed her lips against his; Alex smiled slightly as he knew Harry would enjoy that to say the least. Harry and Angela repeatedly pressed their lips together before Harry felt her lips slowly part; slipping his tongue inside he held onto her shoulders so she didn’t melt away on him. His kiss was soothing and gentle just the way she pictured it.



Angela let out a soft groan as Harry carefully lowered her back down onto the couch. Running his hand over her cheek she felt her stress slowly evaporating. Slowly his hand slid over her breast and down to her hips. Angela could feel him slowly lifting up her buttoned up school girl shirt. It moved her how gentle and respectful he was being towards her feelings. Pulling it off over her own head she began to push Harry’s clothes off his shoulders until he was bare waist up.



Looking him over slowly she went back to kissing him gently while her fingers ventured his perfect abdomen muscles. Her shoulders relaxed as she felt how strong he was; This was almost too much.



Harry leaned back and looked down at the topless beauty beneath him. “Can I take these off you?” Harry asked softly.



Nodding vigorously Angela was feeling confident at the moment. Once her body was completely bare Harry felt it was time for him to make it even; he removed the clothing from his lower half.



Looking over his erection she felt herself become slightly more aroused, but slightly more worried. Harry leaned over her allowing Angela to keep her legs closed for the moment. He looked her over before looking into her eyes, “You’re so beautiful, and you don’t even know it.” His voice was soft and charming.



Elle’s face made an ‘awe’ expression in which made Alex roll his eyes unnoticed. Walter was rather pleased as this was exactly what he wanted from his household; respect, loyalty and honesty. Lisa seemed confident Harry and Angela’s game would go well; it was already looking promising.



Angela felt her heart jump slightly. No one ever called her beautiful like that. Not even her family. Harry’s lips pressed against her cheeks and down to her neck carefully. Harry’s fingers intertwined in her thick black hair. “I think its time we got this started. Are you comfortable?” Harry asked her.



Nodding with a rather worried look Angela replied, “Alright.”



Harry opened her legs carefully and rubbed her thighs. Her shaking began to take hold and Harry knew she was too scared for this to happen yet. “Angela, are you going to be alright?”



Her eyes welled up with tears as all the bad memories of her father flooded her head; the ripping and the searing pain flashed in her mind making her whimper sadly. Harry quickly leaned forward and ran both hands through her hair, “It’s alright Angela. Nothing is going to hurt you; I’m here for you.” The feeling of his fingers in her hair gave her the strength to look up into his warm eyes, “Angela, I’ll take care of you. No one is going to hurt you, least of all me. I want to help you patch up these wounds, but you have to help me do it.” His face was serious; there was no undertones of lust and cruelty just Harry.



Swallowing she thought hard; this was not her father, and this was not going to last should she stop him. Angela nodded as her body began to relax, “Ok, I’m ready now.” She panted fearlessly.



Harry balanced himself on one hand and gripped his erection in the other. The moment he pressed it against her opening he looked her in the eye, “Tell me to stop if you have to.” Those were the last words he spoke before he began slowly placing it inside.



Her chest heaved as he slowly got it all inside, “Oh God….” She whispered.



Harry smiled softly and arched over her, “You’re doing great. We’ve come this far, should I keep going?” He asked.



Angela exhaled with a hint of a smile on her face, “Yeah.” She nodded.



Thrusting slowly Angela finally felt something she had never felt before; her interior sensitive place. Harry ventured over it slowly, and it was teasing yet wonderful to feel. Angela looked up at him as he held his eyes closed and bit his bottom lip. All she could think of was the pain it must have been causing him to go so slow.



Reaching up she placed both hands on the sides of his face. Harry’s eyes opened and he looked down at her with a surprised expression when he noted how confident she looked, “Kiss me.” She muttered.



Harry began to wonder what other surprises were in store as he leaned down and kissed her softly. The power of their kiss was intensified as Angela moaned and slid her fingers over his arm muscles with each thrust. Harry allowed himself to go a little faster to see if it was alright with Angela. Her body responded by locking her legs around his waist.



Harry unlocked their lips and felt the need to thrust harder; with a loud groan he arched over her and began thrusting hard at a slow pace. Angela’s head fell back and she gripped the sides of the couch pleasurably; he was more experienced, and he knew what he was doing. She would have a good time with him, and for once she was aware of it.



The sounds that escaped her mouth were so sexy to Harry. The idea he was pleasing a woman who was terrified of sex boosted his confidence; not only did he care deeply for her, but he thought he might just be falling in love with her too.



It was as if Angela was several amazing things in one. Her tanned skin was pale yet glowing with life. Her dark eyes sparkled when she was happy. Her heart was so big, yet so dissected by the past; the parts she still had Harry knew he could mend all in good time. The compatibility was phenomenal; he was the father who had it all taken away, and she was the abused daughter who just needed the protection. They were a perfect match.



Angela began crying softly as she carried on feeling better and better; Harry leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead, “Are you alright?” He whispered as his breath caressed her skin. The sounds she could make could send him over the edge so easily but he had to listen.



“I’m free now… Finally free.” Her voice cracked as she looked up at him with a look of peace.



Harry never thought he’d see the day she attained it, and he certainly didn’t think he would be the cause. Thrusting a bit deeper he felt her muscles tightening; she was almost done, but luckily so was he.



Going a bit faster he leaned down and kissed her ears softly; she wrapped her arms around his neck securing him in place. Harry hit her sensitive place several more times, and each time she screamed louder until something in side of her gave way. With a strange yet erotic scream she felt her entire body tense and then release with the best feeling she had even attained. Harry clenched his eyes closed and bit his bottom lip as he let himself ejaculate inside of her.



Panting he leaned his head in the direction of her ear, “I think I’m in love with you…”



Angela gripped him tighter upon those words, “Me too.” She panted as they took the cooling down time to embrace each other comfortingly.



Walter stood up looking happier than he usually looked. “Everyone, tomorrow there will be no game. Everyone has finished, and now all I request is everyone show up for the meeting tomorrow. Think of all you’ve gained from this, and be prepared to share it tomorrow at the group meeting.” Walter held out his hand to Lisa who took it.



Alex and Elle watched them head out of the room together slowly. “We should leave these two alone.” Alex said as he gestured to Angela and Harry who still hadn’t let go of each other.



Elle nodded and followed Alex out of the room. Harry and Angela didn’t move; they were too busy feeling each other comfortingly. They remained drowning for hours in their bliss.



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