The bright blue flash turned out to be an angel, who had climaxed while she was masturbating. Aaron, an Emergency Medical Technician, had heard moans under the boardwalk, and walked behind the pylons to see if anything was wrong. It was then that he saw the flash.
When the blue cleared, there she was. She was wearing no clothes, sitting on a beach blanket, leaning back against a pylon, with her legs propped up in front of her.
"Oh, that was nice," she said, smiling broadly and removing her hand from between her legs.
"Are you alright?" Aaron said.
"What?" she said. She held up her hand and looked at it. Eyes wide, she looked at Aaron. "You can see me?"
He replied, "Why are you asking if somebody can see you?"
"Because I’m an angel," she said, pouting. Aaron rolled his eyes. "Regular people are not supposed to see us," she said.
"So I’m irregular?"
"You’re the first person in 3,000 years to catch me during my orgasm. The last time was this guy in Assyria."
Aaron was nonplussed by all this. His best guess was that he had caught someone during a psychotic episode. "I don’t know what to say to an angel. Angel, do you have a name?"
"Yes, but you can’t pronounce it. What season is this?"
"Summer."
"Then call me Summer."
"Hi, Summer, I’m Aaron."
"Hi, Aaron."
He thought for a moment. "It’s getting to be lunchtime. Ever had a cheeseburger?"
"A what?"
"When you met this Assyrian guy 3,000 years ago, what did you have for lunch?"
"His mother made biryani. He wanted to slaughter a cow. I said no."
"Well, it took 3,000 years, but you're finally going to have that slaughtered cow. And, uh, although we are informal around here, probably you should get dressed."
"Good thought." Summer willed her clothes—blue jeans and a red blouse—back on.
‘Wait. What?" Aaron said, "Do that again."
She willed her clothes off and on three times. It was like watching a light blink off and on. "That’s how we do it," Summer said.
"Okay," Aaron replied, "You’re an angel, alright."
The two walked to Hamburger Heaven. The order arrived. Summer took her first bite. "Whoa! That's luscious! I should have had the cow."
So the two began to talk. Summer was a Guide; she escorted the newly dead to Eternity. Aaron was an EMT. Summer knew what an EMT was, having dealt with many such people, by different names, over the centuries.
After a few hours, the restaurant waitstaff suggested it was time for the two of them to go.
"Well, I'll guess I'll head home now," Aaron said. "Where do angels hang out?'"
"I've got nowhere to go. Any suggestions?" She looked straight at him and smiled.
"Oh, maybe." he said. "Let's go to my place and talk about it."
She took his arm and the pair walked to his place. After a few hours, evening fell.
"Let me show you the bedroom," said Aaron . He did, and she willed her clothes off in front of him and climbed in the bed. To her puzzlement, he went into the bathroom, came out wearing pajamas, and spread a sleeping bag next to the bed on the floor.
Summer looked at him over the side of the bed.
"What are you doing down there?" she asked.
"I am a gentleman. I took the floor."
"And a gentleman leaves a lady all alone in her bed, pining away for his tender companionship?" She placed the back of her wrist against her forehead for a faux-dramatic effect.
"Yes," he said. "So long as you are staying here, I am taking the floor."
Aaron turned over and went to sleep. Eight hours later, he awoke, lying in bed, to Summer sucking him off.
"Wait! What?" he said. He was thoroughly confused by what was happening and where he was. She slid her soft lips over his morning wood until she kissed the base. "Summer, what is going on?"
"I am sucking you off," she replied matter-of-factly.
"What am I doing in the bed?"
"I got lonely. You were an easy lift off the floor. Just one fingertip on your arm and poof! Here you were." She started again on Aaron. She placed her mouth over the head and stroked. After briefly enduring the pleasure of this moment, Aaron exploded a long stream of cum into her mouth.
She moved her head over his and kissed him. His mouth took a lot of his own semen. He startled at the favor.
"My cum tastes like pineapple?" he gurgled.
She swallowed. "Only when angels do it, friend. Otherwise, this is the most awful stuff."
Later, they sat on the bed next to each other, leaning against the headboard, feet outstretched. "Are you sure you’re an angel?" Aaron said. "I didn’t think angels acted like this. Don't you fly around all day, praying and doing religious stuff?"
She held her head in her hand. "Look, I'm on vacation from a really hard job. Like I said, I’m a Guide. I escort the dead into Eternity.
"I was created 10,000 years ago. In ten millennia I have escorted stillborns, newborns, the elderly, and soldiers, and more soldiers.
"People can’t see me, but they can often sense me nearby, while I’m waiting for their loved one. People are never happy to realize I’m around. This experience is perpetual rejection, and it happens to every Guide.
“So every five or six centuries, The Big Guy gives each of the Guides a mostly mortal body for a while, and we get to kick up our heels. That's why I do what I do."
"It’s still hard to believe you’re an angel," Aaron commented.
She sighed. "Oh, watch this, Mr. Skeptic." Summer reached into the air. A halo appeared in her hand. She slapped the halo over her head, and there it hovered, slightly lopsided, a few centimeters above her hair. She turned and looked at him.
"Yep, you’re an angel," Aaron said. Summer closed her eyes, frowned, and stuck out her tongue at him.
The pair settled into a routine. Summer would walk around the seaside town, and developed a liking for hot dogs, beach balls, and t-shirts. Aaron, as an EMT, went to work at the firehouse and waited for calls.
One time, when the EMT’s arrived at the scene, the heart attack had already taken its toll. Summer flew in and apparently stood next to someone whom Aaron could not see. "Mary, Levi’s on his way. I’m not your Guide today," Summer said to the unseen person. "And," she glanced skyward, "The Big Guy signals that you’re going to be fine. Two thumbs up! Congratulations!" She gave a big hug to the invisible figure.
Summer looked over her shoulder at something or someone coming out of the sky. "Straight to Heaven," she smiled and said to someone, presumably Levi.
Summer walked over to the ambulance. Relatives were starting to arrive. Most were crying. All were sad. Summer sat next to Aaron. She leaned against his arm.
"Every day," she said sadly, "every day for 10,000 years." Summer paused, then said evenly, "Darling Aaron, I need a hot dog, a beach ball, and a t-shirt. "She paused. "And a hug."
"For that last one, can do," he replied. He held her close. She began to cry. He held her until the tears stopped.
The next Tuesday was Aaron's day off. It was a perfect day for ice cream. The sun shone hot in a cloudless sky. A light breeze sailed in from the Atlantic. And the ice cream truck pulled up at just the right time. Aaron got in line.
The line moved until he was one person from the counter. Then he felt two breasts press against his back. He did not have to turn around. "Summer, I am just waiting in line."
"Mmmm. Ice cream is good," he heard her say, "especially vanilla." He looked around to see if anyone was noticing Summer's voice. Apparently, they were not. Aaron guessed she was invisible, also. He felt her hand begin to massage his penis.
He looked down to see the movement in his shorts. "Summer," he pleaded.
“Oh, Aaron, pump your thick, hot vanilla into my waiting waffle cone!" she cried out, continuing to stroke him.
Finally, he was at the truck’s counter, with Summer still edging the head of his penis.
"What’ll it be, friend?" the clerk asked.
"Summer!" Aaron replied.
"Yeah," the clerk said, "summer’s great. What’ll you have?"
"Vanilla."
"No problem. Anything else?"
“Vanilla," Aaron said.
"Uh, vanilla it is. Anything else?"
"No. No. Not now."
"Just the one?"
"Just one."
Summer gave his penis a squeeze. "But I like vanilla, too, baby," she said.
“Okay, dammit. Two cones!" Aaron said angrily.
"Mister, okay. We all know it’s hot. Waffle cone or cake cone?"
"Mmm," whispered Summer, "doesn’t my waffle cone sound good? I bet it tastes great!" She stroked him some more.
"Uh… uh… two…uh…waffle cones," Aaron said.
"Now, that’s my lover!" Summer yelled. "Let’s go!" She began to stroke him energetically. Aaron stood in one place and tried not to smile. He was trembling.