A month passed. With each passing day, I grew more and more accustomed to my wonderful afterlife. Me and the angel were still cordial with one another, though we weren’t quite “friends.” We got along well, but she was still essentially my omnipotent maid. We lived in separate houses, and kept to ourselves, unless I needed her to do something for me, or if I was in the mood to socialize.

Of course, I would indulge myself occasionally. I tried not to go overboard (didn’t want the novelty to wear off), but several times a week I would ask my assistant for dirtier favors. She would always comply, though it was usual for her to seem embarrassed. She clearly enjoyed having her body touched, and over time it became less and less weird for us.

One afternoon, after worshiping her feet like before, I decided to strike up a conversation with the angel.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, what?”

Her face was still red from masturbating.

“What’s your name?”

“We don’t really have names. Feel free to call me whatever you want.”

It made sense I suppose. Angels were immaterial beings, so it didn’t make sense for them to communicate as people did.

“Is there anything you’d like to be called?”

The angel looked off into the corner.

“Nothing in particular.”

I decided to come up with a name, to make communication easier. It would be a hard process, but before long we’d find something perfect.

* * *

It was late morning, and I was feeling horny. I stepped outside and took off with the pair of wings I asked the angel to affix to my body. A few minutes later, I flew into her giant villa. I was roughly the size of a large insect by comparison.

I saw her sitting on her couch, drinking a cup of black coffee. Our bodies didn’t need sustenance in heaven, and we never needed to use the bathroom, so eating and drinking were done purely for pleasure. I have to admit, gorging myself and never gaining weight was perhaps the best thing about heaven.

“Hey.”

She turned her head up and smiled at me.

“Hey! What can I help you with? Do you want to play with my feet again?”

“I love your feet, but I’m in the mood for something else today. Just make your self comfortable on the couch, you shouldn’t have to do much.”

She raised an eyebrow in confusion as I flew towards her chest. It would be very, very hard for any man to keep his eyes off this angel’s chest. It was huge, but not big enough to look unnatural or grotesque. The shape of the breasts was perfectly round, immediately pleasing to look at. Her skin across the board was soft, but the chest was a whole ‘nother level.

I immediately lodged my body in her cleavage. Her garment pushed the tits together enough that I could be held in place, but not to tight for me to be uncomfortable. Her soft warm skin felt incredible against my face and hands. I could feel her thumping heart and soft breathing.

“Eek!”

It would seem that I caught her by surprise.

“Is this not okay with you?”

I asked as I rubbed my face against her soft chest.

“No, it’s fine...just not what I was expecting.”

I didn’t reply, and continued running my hands across the soft flesh, planting numerous kisses. I suddenly turned around and weasled myself beneath the cloth covering her left breast. Since I asked her to grow them out, the clothing in this area was pulled very tight. My body was pressed strongly against the boob. It should have been uncomfortable, but I loved it.

I groped around a bit, since I couldn’t see, and quickly found her nipple. The moment I touched the wonderful bump, the angel’s whole body jerked, and she let out a little squeak. I continued rubbing and kissing, and she continued moaning. I soon heard wet sounds coming from her nether regions.

This was how our typical “sex” sessions went. We couldn’t exactly have sex the way normal people could, so we would often touch each other and masturbate. It was very intimate, and we both had a great time.

I didn’t have to do much stroking to feel like I was on the verge of an orgasm. I quickly removed my hand from my dick and flew out of her clothing, which was a bit of a struggle. I snuggled my way back into her cleavage.

“Push your tits together, please. Smother me, suffocate me.”

I was getting a bit stupid from lust.

“Wh-what?”

Her face was very red, and she was sweating profusely.

“I want you to smother my body between your breasts.”

“W-wont that hurt?”

“Just do it, please.”

She made a face, and removed her hand from her crotch. She then used both her hands to push her tits together, completely enveloping my body in her flesh.

I was in heaven. Though I couldn’t breathe, having my body encased between these tits was immaculate. The feeling of her skin and her natural smell were driving me insane, and I very quickly came. The tight space I was confined in caused my semen to coat most of me, along with much of her chest. 

Soon after I came, the angel plucked me out of her cleavage and brought me up to her face. One of her hands had returned to her womanhood, and she was fiercely playing with herself. She had a look I hadn’t yet seen on her face: a look of wicked arousal. The kind of look one might expect from a demon, rather than an angel.

I was immediately afraid, feeling like a gnat caught in the web of an old world tarantula. The angel stuck out her long pink tongue, and licked the front of my body up and down with her tongue, lapping up each drop of cum.

Her masturbation reached it’s inevitable conclusion, and she orgasmed. She clutched me tightly in her grip while writhing around in pleasure. When she was done, her body went limp, and she laid down on her couch, breathing slowly and heavily. She had fallen asleep.

Her grip on me let up, and I got up to fly back to my home. This intense sexual episode came as quite a shock to me, and I’m sure it did to her too. Afterwards, she would shy away from mentioning this day, though we both knew that a new, exciting world was open to us.

* * *

When you have one thousand years of free time, you have to find something to occupy yourself. It didn’t take long for me to grow a bit homesick, and I especially missed one thing: music.

When I spoke to the angel about this, she proposed a brilliant solution. She conjured a small shack on the outskirts of my villa. Inside the shack was a record player and a large wooden box. All I had to do was open the box while imagining the album I wanted to listen to, and a vinyl copy of it would be sitting right there. I could then put it on the record player (no need for electricity) and the music would begin playing around me. It wouldn’t come out of any identifiable source; rather, it felt like I was a character in a movie listening to their own soundtrack.

It was wonderful. I spent many days relaxing in a chair on my lawn, feeling the sun on my face, and listening to the music. I am a huge fan of old school rap music, so that was usually my choice. The angel didn’t seem to pay much mind to my music one way or the other. I suppose she could always make herself not hear it if she so desired.

I was listening to 2Pac’s Me Against the World one afternoon when a thought entered my mind.

“Hey, can I ask you something?”

The angel quickly walked out of her abode, footsteps almost shaking the ground.

“Yes?”

She looked at me with a smile on her face.

“Can you check if someone’s in heaven or not?”

“Yes. Who do you want to about?”

“Tupac Shakur. He was a popular rapper who was killed in the ‘90s.”

“Let me check the records.”

The angel vanished. A few moments later, she popped right back in.

“He didn’t go to Heaven or Hell. He was immediately reincarnated as a boy named ‘Jordan Carter.’”

Why did that name sound so familiar?

* * *

One evening, I felt like listening to something different. I decided to listen to the Beatles self titled 1968 record. Classic rock and pop music was not my usual style of music, but it’s nice to have a little variety.

A few tracks in, and the angel stepped out of her villa and sat down on the ground near the shack. I looked up at her.

“Do you like it?”

“Yes. This music is really interesting.”

She smiled, and it felt good to see her relax and enjoy something. We listened to the entire album, which is rather long.

After it was over she stood up, and wiped a tear from the side of her eye.

“Wow. That was really good.”

“Really? I’m glad you enjoyed it, haha! What was your favorite song?”

“It’s hard to decide, but I liked that soft, acoustic one around the middle.”

“Julia?”

Her face lit up.

“Yeah, that one!”

I smiled back at her.

“Yeah, it really is a pretty song.”

It suddenly struck me that I’d found the perfect name for my partner.