Angel's Flight, Part One
By sonofjack, sonofjackwell@gmail.com
A pretty cheerleader shows the basketball team how to play ball.

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This storyline was suggested by DtV author Jeremy Wilson. I wrote it on
commission based on his idea. If you have an idea that you would like for me
to flesh out into a full story, email me at sonofjackwell@gmail.com

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Angel Andrews was not a vain girl. However, she was very confident. Very.
Confident. She had a great deal to be confident about. For one thing she was
an exceptionally pretty young woman. The fact that she made very little effort
to present herself that way made her seem that much more beautiful. This
wasn't simply an affectation on her part either. Angel hardly seemed to notice
or ever comprehend just how attractive she was. It wasn't that important to
her.

Angel was too busy being supremely competent at everything else. She made the
top grades at North High School where she was a senior and shoe-in for class
valedictorian. She was a very talented performing artist who was always
selected as the female lead in any play she auditioned for unless she found
one of the supporting roles more interesting and auditioned for that part
instead. She was also an extremely graceful and talented dancer.

Needless to say, Angel was also the most talented member of the cheerleading
squad. This was her only athletic endeavor even though she knew that if she
wanted to, she could easily be the school's top athlete. This was Angel's
little secret. She was a world-class athlete. When she was as young as ten or
eleven, she was performing gymnastic routines that would have put Olympic
athletes to shame. But she gave up most of her athletic endeavors around that
time.

The person Angel loved most in all the world was her beautiful, kind and
loving mother. Angel's mother had almost an otherworldly, ethereal quality
that just naturally made other's want to protect her. She was the kind of
woman that radiated sweetness and concern for others. It was impossible to
know her and not love her at least a little, but no one loved her as much as
Angel.

Unfortunately, Angel's mother was also always very frail. She was so frail in
fact that she was told before Angel was born that she could never have
children. That's why she named her only daughter Angel-because she considered
her daughter a miracle from heaven. True to her giving nature, when Angel was
born, it seemed as if she gave her daughter whatever reserves of strength she
had. As a result, she was even weaker after Angel was born often spending
weeks at a time in bed.

Finally, just after Angel turned twelve, her mother went to bed for the last
time and never got out again. Instinctively, her mother knew she was dying, so
she called Angel, her miracle from heaven, to her bedside one last time. She
asked her daughter promise her two things.

First, she asked Angel to promise her that she would concentrate more time on
other parts of her life such as her schoolwork and her artistic talent and not
spend so much time on athletics. Angel's mother didn't mean that her daughter
should give up on sports; she just wanted her daughter to live a balanced
life. However, due to the impressionable age she was when her mother made this
final request, Angel took it too far. She gave up sports almost entirely.

Her mother's other final request was for Angel to look after her father. Once
again, Angel took this request overboard. After her mother's death, she began
to "look after" her father to the point that the parent-child relationship was
turned completely upside down. Soon Angel was completely in charge of the
household she shared with her father. Taking over was an easy thing for Angel
to do because even at the young age of twelve, she was easily able to
physically overpower her much bigger father.

This was the secret to Angel's secret athleticism. She was strong. She was
very, very strong. Now, at age eighteen, even though she was only 5'4" and
weighed one hundred twenty pounds, Angel was easily capable of overpowering
men who were much bigger than her. This was the power that she used to "take
care" of her father. She wasn't cruel about it. She merely looked after him
the way an overprotective mother might and did not allow him to do things of
which she did not approve. However, it did give Angel a secret thrill to know
that she had the strength to be in charge.

For example, one morning she prepared a lovely breakfast for him. When she
noticed that he wasn't eating the grapefruit half she cut for him, she asked
him why.

"Uh, well, honey, I'm not really that crazy about grapefruit," he answered.

"But, Daddy, we're all out of orange juice this morning, and I want to make
sure you get plenty of vitamin C. There's a flu virus going around after all."

"It's sweet of you to be so concerned about me, honey. I'll tell you what; I
promise to drink two oranges juices tomorrow. How's that?"

"I don't think so, Daddy."

"Aw, honey, do I have to?" he asked with perhaps a little too much pleading in
his voice."

"Now, Daddy, you know that I promised Mommy that I would take care of you
after she was gone."

"But, honey, she didn't mean-"

"Enough of this foolishness, Reginald! Please, eat you grapefruit. NOW!"

Her father knew that when his daughter Angel called him by his first name, she
meant business. Even so, he'd had enough, and he protested, "Now see here,
young lady, I'm a grown man, and I'm your father! What makes you think you can
boss me around like this in my own home?"

"This does, Daddy," as she said this she began to flex her strong right arm.
It never ceased to amaze her father how Angel's otherwise lightly muscled arms
sprang to life whenever she concentrated and flexed her muscles. In less time
than it takes to tell about it, the bicep on her right arm rose to sixteen
inches of peaked perfection. "This big muscle and the strength it represents
makes me think that I can boss you around."

At this point, Reginald knew that he was beaten. He knew that as strong as
Angel looked, she was actually much stronger. He knew that in any kind of
physical confrontation with his daughter, he was destined to lose. He knew
that he could not even begin to compete with his daughter physically. Her
strength was so much greater than his that the best he could hope for was
mercy. Quietly, he began eating his grapefruit.

"I'm glad you gave in, Daddy," Angel said magnanimously, "You know I hate it
when I have to punish you."

"Yes, Angel, I know."

"I only do it for your own good, you know."

"Yes, Angel, I know."

"Good! Now that that's settled, stop by the store this afternoon on your way
home from work and pick up some orange juice."

"Yes, Angel," the sullen, beaten father said. Their relationship was so
twisted around that a few years after his wife died, Reginald had to ask his
daughter's permission to accept a promotion at work. Angel granted her father
permission because the promotion would also mean moving to a new city where
nobody knew about Angel's amazing athletic ability. This being the case, no
one would put pressure on her to compete, and it would be easier to fulfill
her promise to her deceased mother.

Despite her dominance of him, Reginald could not find it in his heart to
resent his daughter. He knew that she meant well and that she was trying to
honor her promise to her mother. Besides the truth was, she did see that he
ate right and got plenty of exercise. As a result, he was healthier than he'd
ever been.

The only thing he really did resent about his daughter's control over him was
that Angel did not allow him to date other women. Reginald loved his wife very
much and sincerely mourned her loss. However, she'd been dead for a little
over six years. He was ready to date again. Unfortunately for him, Angel
decided that this was out of the question. She went so far as to threaten to
"have a talk" with any women who would agree to go out with him. This
effectively ended the discussion.

So at her current school, Angel is known as a gifted student and talented
performer. She is also considered one of the most beautiful girls in the
school. If she played up her beauty more, she would undoubtedly be considered
THE most beautiful. Her only athletic outlet was cheerleading, and while she
was easily the most talented cheerleader, very few people really cared or
noticed. Her high school was not one of those with a strong cheerleading
tradition. The squad did not participate in competitions. North High School
had a strong football and basketball tradition, and frankly, the cheerleaders
were simply seen as window dressing for those teams.

This left Angel frustrated because she was the only one who knew that she was
a far greater athlete than all the boys on the football and basketball teams.
She was the only one until one day . . . .

Susie Luckenball hated Angel. She hated Angel because she knew that based on
athletic talent and grace, Angel should be the captain of the cheerleaders.
Fortunately for Susie, the other cheerleaders voted for captain and they
usually went by popularity. This was why Susie was the captain instead of
Angel. Susie was also generally considered the prettiest girl in the school,
but she worked very hard at it. She dressed in a way that accentuated her
natural beauty. She spent a lot of time fixing her hair and applying make-up.
Angel did very little along these lines. Most of the time, Angel wore her
beautiful, flowing blonde hair in a simple ponytail. Angel almost never
dressed in a way that showed off her remarkable figure.

However, being on the same cheerleading squad, Susie had the opportunity to
see Angel both completely devoid of make-up and naked. Therefore, she knew how
naturally beautiful Angel was, and she knew what a remarkable figure Angel
usually kept hidden behind her typically unflattering clothes. Angel even
ordered her cheerleader sweaters one or two sizes too large, unlike Susie who
liked hers to be form-fitting.

That was not the main source of Susie's jealousy towards Angel however. The
main reason why Susie resented Angel was because once or twice, Susie caught
her boyfriend Mark ogling Angel. These incidents always happened during
basketball practice while the cheerleaders were practicing off to the side.
Cheerleader practice is one of the few times when Angel dresses in a way that
shows off her spectacular body. Normally during practice, Angel wears tight
bike shorts that show off her tight, round derriere to perfection. On top she
typically wears a cut-off tank top which shows her fit arms and her six-packed
abs and barely covers the sports bra that contain her perfectly proportioned
C-cup breasts. If more boys had the chance to see Angel dressed like this, she
would have gotten a lot more male attention.

Mark was the starting center and star of the boy's basketball team. He's
considered one of the prize catches in the school. He's 6'8", handsome with a
lean muscularity and comes from one of the richest families in town. Having
Mark as her boyfriend is without a doubt Susie's proudest accomplishment and
she'll be damned if she's going to lose him to Angel.

For her part, Angel was oblivious to Mark's attraction to her. Although truth
to tell, she wouldn't have been altogether disinterested had she known about
it. More than once during a basketball game, Angel found herself watching
Mark's strong and elegant form driving to the basket with more interest than
she would care to admit. She would say to herself under her breath, "Not bad
for a boy." She tried to convince herself that she was only admiring his
athletic prowess, but she knew deep-down that his smooth, muscular, tall body
appealed to her on a more primal level.

One time when Angel was noticing Mark during an after school practice, one of
the other cheerleaders even asked her, "Geez, Angel, drool much?" This brought
laughter from all the cheerleaders except for an embarrassed Angel and a
pissed-off Susie.

Not long after that as both cheerleading and basketball practice were wrapping
up one day, Susie was bragging about her boyfriend's basketball playing
ability. "I'll bet that Mark is the best high school center in the state," she
bragged. "With him leading the team, we're sure to make a bid for state
champions. He's just so strong and graceful and talented, not to mention
yummy!"

"He's pretty good alright," Angel agreed.

"'Pretty good'?" Susie said sarcastically. "He's better than 'pretty good'. If
he was only 'pretty good' he wouldn't have several major universities scouting
him."

"Yes, of course, you're right," Angel agreed.

"He's by far the best player at this school," Susie insisted.

On any other day, Angel would have simply let this go. However, for some
reason, on this day, she didn't. Maybe it was the way Susie bragged about
Mark. Or maybe, just maybe, Angel wanted to prove something""not only to Susie
but to Mark as well. Whatever the reason, Angel said those three little words
that changed everything. "No he isn't," she said.

"Oh?" Susie asked, "And who's better?"

Angel answered simply, "I am."

This was the moment Susie had been waiting for. Now she finally had the chance
to put Angel in her place. "Suppose I could get Mark to play you one on one?"
she asked breathlessly, "Would you play him?"

"Sure," Angel answered nonchalantly.

"Oh boy, this is going to be good," Susie squealed as she ran over to Mark to
set the game up.

For his part, Mark was reluctant to play Angel one-on-one. To him this was a
lose/lose situation. If he won, everyone would say, "Big deal, he beat a girl
more than a foot shorter than him." If by some miracle he lost . . . well to
be honest, he didn't really see that as a possibility.

To get him to agree, Susie had to promise to perform a certain sexual act that
he'd been begging her to perform for more than a month-ever since his eighteen
birthday. Once that pact was made, however, Mark was more than ready.

The rules were simple. They would play a half court game. The first to score
ten points won. Angel insisted that Mark get first possession of the ball.

Mark figured that he would simply drive to the basket for an easy layup on his
first possession. He drove towards Angel, expertly dribbling around her, he
thought, until he suddenly realized that he no longer had possession of the
ball. So deft and swift was Angel's defensive move on him that Mark didn't
even realize she had stolen the ball from him until he was several steps past
her. His hand continued to move as if he was dribbling the ball until he
realized that it wasn't there.

Mark turned just in time to see Angel quickly take the ball back and then
throw it up for a perfect, nothing-but-net three point shot. "Your ball; three
to zero," was all Angel said.

Figuring to quickly make up the lost points, Mark took the ball out and
figured he put it up from outside for an easy three points. Much to his
surprise, as he began his standard outside jump shot, Angel also jumped into
the air. Even though she was more than a foot shorter than him, Angel jumped
high enough to block Mark's shot just as it left his hands. This amazing
display of Angel's powerful leg muscles brought a collective gasp from the
cheerleaders and basketball players who were standing around watching the
game.

Mark tried to recover the ball, but Angel quickly moved around him and gained
possession. Rather than put up another easy three pointer, the powerful girl
juggernaut began to drive towards the basket. Mark got out in front of her
figuring that while she might have caught him off guard once, there was no way
this pretty 5'4" girl could out jump his 6'8" form when he was fully ready for
her.

He was wrong.

As Angel drove towards the basket, Mark planted himself squarely between her
and the hoop. The only possible way to score was to go around him somehow, or
to go over him. What Mark didn't know was that Angel easily had the skill to
jump into the air, twisting in midair and throwing the ball into the hoop over
her head in a perfectly executed backwards hook shot. She COULD have done
this, but why bother when she knew that she could simply out jump him.

Angel seemed to become airborne as she sailed up and over Mark's extended arms
and his highest leap. As the ball sailed through the hoop, Angel announced,
"That's five to zip."

Now, Mark was really starting to get worried. He called a time out. Susie used
this opportunity to give him a little pep talk. She took him to a secluded
corner of the gym and said, "Please, Baby, you have to beat that bitch for
me." Then Susie reached into Mark's shorts and began to rub his nine inch
cock. "I promise, Baby, that if you beat her, I'll make it worth your while.
I'll suck your cock like I'm angry at it!" she said.

With renewed incentive, Mark took the ball out. He was determined to score
this time at all cost. He drove as hard as he could toward the basket. Angel
decided this time not to use finesse to steal the ball. She'd already used
that trick, and she wanted to show everyone watching that she had an entire
repertoire at her disposal. This time, she merely planted herself in Mark's
path intending to draw a charging penalty against him.

Mark saw the pretty blonde cheerleader in his way, but thoughts of the carnal
pleasures that Susie intended for him clouded his judgment. He figured that if
Angel got hurt, she would be forced to forfeit the game. At this point, he was
determined to win any way he could. Therefore, rather than trying to go around
Angel, Mark simply plowed into the much smaller girl. Much to his and
everyone's surprise""everyone except Angel""he found that charging into her
was a lot like charging into a brick wall.

Mark ran into Angel with all of the considerable force he could muster. Angel,
for her part, didn't move a muscle. The result was that Mark was thrown
several feet in the opposite direction ending up flat on his back whereas
Angel stood her ground and was not moved an inch. Upon colliding with Angel,
Mark lost control of the ball. With Mark still flat on his back, Angel simply
took possession of the ball, threw it backwards over her head without even
looking at the basket and scored another easy two points.

"That's my seven to your ... let's see, what was it again? Oh yes: nothing!"
Angel said looking down at Mark with a superior smirk. "And by the way,
charging into me like that was not very gentlemanly," she added.

Mark took out the ball again. By now he was completely intimidated by the
strong, pretty cheerleader. He dribbled tentatively towards the basket. When
he was at about the free throw line, Angel simply walked up to him, and said,
"Mark, you know you're beaten. Hand me the ball."

Even though he didn't want to comply, the tall basketball player was so
defeated, he meekly handed the ball to Angel without a struggle. Angel said to
him, "I'll tell you what, I'll give you a chance to win this game, and you
don't have to do a thing. If I don't make my next shot, you win, no strings
attached. What do you say?"

The formerly proud and arrogant basketball warrior knew that his only hope of
winning at this point was for Angel to make a mistake. He knew for certain
that he could never hope to beat her using his own vastly inferior skills.
Given the situation, Mark nodded in agreement to Angel's offer.

Angel then took the ball and faced towards the basket. But she faced not
towards the basket closest to her. Rather she faced towards the basket at the
far end of the court. With a supremely executed one handed shot, she threw the
ball towards the opposite basket. Everyone watching held their breaths as the
round ball hurled through the air in a flawless arc and swished through the
intended hoop touching nothing but net.

Everyone's attention then went to Angel. If she ever doubted for a nanosecond
that the ball would land exactly where and how she intended it, there was no
way to tell it by the look on her face. She was simply confidence personified.

Susie was so disgraced by her boyfriend's ignominious defeat, that she
departed the gym in a huff.

At this point, Angel said something that revealed just how deep her belief in
her own athletic prowess was. She said, "Don't feel bad, Mark, I could have
beaten you and the rest of the starting five all at once by myself."

The defeated center said, "Look, I'll admit that you beat me fair and square,
but there's no way you could beat all five of us by yourself."

"Would you like to make a small wager on that," she asked. A change was coming
over Angel. She was beginning to remember how great it felt to compete. She
was especially remembering how great it felt to vanquish your opponents. As
she looked up at the tall, handsome boy, she knew that she had never wanted to
conquer an opponent more. She didn't want to simply beat Mark, she wanted to
dominate him. And she didn't just want to dominate him on the court; she
wanted to rule his world. It was safe to say that new feelings were awakening
in Angel.

"Name it!" For his part, Mark welcomed this opportunity to give Angel her
comeuppance. The two of them spoke privately and settled on the terms of their
bet.

This game, it was agreed, would be full court. Once again, the first team to
ten would be the winner(s). The boys took the ball out first.

To make a long story short, the boys were entirely outmatched at every turn.
Angel consistently jumped higher, moved faster, drove harder and shot better
than the combined boys' team. Much of the time, she moved so fast around the
court that she was almost a blur. Typically, as soon as one of the boys
touched to ball, Angel would descend upon him and steal it away. All the male
player would see was the back of her bobbing ponytail as she swept past him.

In one particularly awesome display of power, Angel and three of the male
players went up for a rebound at the same time. The result was that the three
boys ended up sprawled out on their backs while Angel casually dribbled
towards the other end of the court.

Just to make sure that no one could call it a fluke, Angel agreed to play the
five starters best two out of three. She won 10-0 and 10-2. Most of the people
watching agreed that she allowed the boys to score that one basket out of
pity.

When it was all over, someone commented that Angel must secretly practice
basketball a lot to be so good at it. It was then that Angel revealed that
today was the first time she'd ever actually played the game.

When it was all over, Angel went over to Mark and said, "It's time for you to
pay up."

Mark looked at the remarkable girl athlete and said, "You weren't serious
about that bet were you?"

Angel met his gaze, "If I'd lost you'd expect for me to pay up," she said.

"What makes you think you can make me pay?" Mark asked.

Angel flexed her biceps to their full sixteen inch peaks. "These make me think
I can make you," she said.

Mark's eyes grew wide. He remembered what happened when he charged her with
all his might during their first game. He understood that even though he was
much bigger than the cute cheerleader standing before him that she was much
stronger than him. He knew that she had the power to make him do whatever she
wanted. On a deeper level, he understood that he wanted her to make him do
things to her. He wanted to be dominated.

Mark quietly followed Angel into the girl's locker room.

About a half-hour after Mark and Angel disappeared, Susie returned to the gym.
When she asked where Mark was, she was told where and with whom he had gone.
Susie stormed into the locker room to find Mark with his pants down and his
cock bigger and harder than she had ever seen it. He was on his knees licking
Angel's bare ass!

"What's going on here?" she screamed.

Angel looked over at her fellow cheerleader and explained, "We bet that the
loser would have to lick the sweat off the winner's ass."

"But if he's licking the sweat off YOUR ass, why are HIS pants pulled down?"
Susie asked.

"Oh, that," Angel said, "After he started licking my ass he asked for
permission to pull his pants down. He said that his dick was so big and hard
that he simply had to take it out."

"What do you mean 'he asked for permission'?" Susie asked incredulously.

"Mark knows better than to do anything like that without first asking my
permission," Angel explained. "Don't you, Mark?"

"Yes, Angel," Mark answered. Then he looked over at his former girlfriend and
announced, "Susie, I'm breaking up with you. From now on, I belong to Angel."

"What do you mean you 'belong' to her?" asked Susie, "You mean like she owns
you?"

"That's right," Angel said with supreme confidence. "I do own him-at least
until I get tired of him," As Angel felt Mark's moist tongue swirling around
her tight round ass, she added, "But I don't think I'll tire of this for a
loooong time.

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Jeremy Wilson also had an idea for a story wherein Angel takes on the football
team single-handed which I've already completed. If you'd like to read that
story let me know.

You can email me at sonofjackwell@gmail.com

However, I'm only going to post that story if I hear from enough readers, so
if you'd like to read it, LET ME KNOW.

Also, if you have an idea for a story you'd like for me write, contact me. I
do write stories on commission.