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Bareback Risk

By: 2Xwidderwoman



This story has several sex scenes, more than one is intense and graphic, but it also has a lot of story and character development. If you are looking for a "stroke story" come back and read this one at another time.

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"Okay Ana, but that means you won't get a good shift. I'll have to put you on nights, from eleven to seven."

"That's alright, Rick. I can't be too particular. I just need to earn some spending money for college; you know, for whatever my scholarship doesn't cover. That is, if I can get the scholarship to cover my final semesters. I'd do almost anything to avoid student loans."

"I'll try to put you on for the dinner hours anytime I need extra help," Rich explained. "That may give you a little more tips than what truckers and drunks pay. It's gonna mean you'd have to do that as extra hours. Can you work that many hours in one day?"

"Sure, four hours for dinner, plus my eight, with an hour or two off in between? Yeah, I can do that as long as it's not every day," Ana agreed. "I don't have any other demands on my time. Mom doesn't need me to help her."

"What?" Rick asked. "No boyfriend?" 

When Ana shook her head, Rick smiled and asked, "Pretty girl like you and there's no boyfriend? What's wrong with guys these days?" Rick winked at Ana. It was only in jest when he asked, "Are you interested in an older man?"

Ana laughed, she had known Rick far too long to take him seriously. "Not in this town. The ladies of the Garden Club would run me out of town." She started to leave Rick's office and turned back to ask him, "If you lose a dinner waitress, can I have the earlier spot?"

Rick nodded, "Yeah, but don't hold your breath. Everyone who's on that shift has been here a long time."

"Yeah, I know, but it never hurts to ask." Ana waved and told the restaurant owner, "I'll be here early for someone to show me around. See ya later."

It wasn't the first time Ana had worked as a waitress. She was fortunate there was an opening at Town & Country Restaurant. However, it was the first time she would work as a waitress in her hometown. If she had stayed in the larger college town, she might have found a job as an intern with one of the larger companies she was hoping may hire her after college. However, her mother had convinced her to come home for the summer so she would be in town during the month before her brother's wedding, particularly because Ana was a bridesmaid. Her brother was engaged to marry the only child of one of the small town's leading citizens. With the parties and receptions leading up to the wedding, it will be one of the most important social events of the summer.

Ana was easy to get along with and worked well with the other employees at the restaurant. By the end of the third day, she could handle her shift by herself, partly because the large dining room was unused on weeknights. One dinner waitress worked half of the late shift on weekends. That left only the stools along the front counter, six booths, and the small semi-private dining room; complete with tablecloth and cloth napkins. The door to the smaller room was open after midnight, but few people chose to use the room during Ana's shift.

The cook for the night shift, an older woman Ana had known most of her life, was easy to work with. Betty Dennis would give Ana a ride to or from work if her mom couldn't take her across town. The older woman lived two blocks from Ana and preferred the night shift because her husband was disabled. It was easier for her to help him during the day and still get enough sleep.

Other than an occasional truck driver, most of the customers Ana served were regulars, few of whom wanted a menu. Betty could almost start cooking their burger, chicken fried steak, or bacon and eggs, when she saw them walk in the door. A few of them even called out their order before they found a stool at the counter or slid into one of the cushioned booths, calling Betty by name and saying how they wanted their eggs done.

To reach the small semi-private dining room, a customer walked in the front door and turned to the right. If the counter was busy and the booths were full, a customer might be in the dining room for a short time before a waitress thought to look in the small room with five widely spaced tables. The room was used for small meetings or special dinners for a large family and had extra tables folded against one wall to accommodate up to fifty diners in close quarters, such as a local club would use for their regular meetings. When Rick gave Ana a walk through the restaurant, he told her about the light switch inside the door. 

Most of the customers who used the small dining room turned the light on when they walked inside. These were business people who wanted a private meal where their fellow citizens would not interrupt them. People who desired to have a meal and a conversation that would not be overheard, sought out the room, as did a gentleman seeking a quiet place for a romantic dinner. One or two waitresses worked the meal for larger gatherings or club meetings.

It was a rare occasion when the semi-private dining room had a customer during the late shift. Ana was surprised to look up and see the room lit by soft lighting, around the top edge of the walls. It was almost one o'clock in the morning, on a slow night. In fact, the booths were empty and there were only two men at the counter, both of whom had just finished their meal and were paying their tickets when Ana saw the lights on. 

Although it was no longer common to provide a glass of water, people in the small dining room received a little better service that a casual diner could expect. When Ana walked by the open door she saw one man, probably in his mid-to-late thirties, sitting with his back to the interior wall. He was wearing dress slacks and a stiffly starched dark green shirt that stretched across his broad shoulders. She placed a glass of ice and water on the table in front of him and offered him a menu.

Without taking the menu, the man asked, "Did Webb and Eli leave?"

Ana knew, or had already learned the names of the regulars and knew the men to whom he referred were the two who were just then driving out of the parking lot. In her quiet voice, Ana answered, "Yes sir. What would you like to drink?"

Waving off her second offer of a menu, the man replied, "Tell Betty to fix Reece a steak and bring you and me a cup of coffee."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You don't have any customers and I don't like to eat alone. If you don't actually hate me already, maybe you'll sit with me a few minutes and smile occasionally so I can have a little company. Can you do that darlin'?"

It didn't really seem too unusual, what he was asking her to do. After all, this time of the evening saw few people coming in to the restaurant. It was just easier to remain open the two or three hours between the very late and the very early eaters. Shutting down the kitchen was a lot more work and expense than paying a cook to be in the kitchen during those few slack hours. Betty had an old chair and a footstool in one corner and often had a light snooze at that time of the night. On preceding nights, Ana had fixed at least one quick burger and a simple bacon, egg, and toast meal for single diners after telling Betty to keep her feet up for a little longer. 

However, Ana was startled to return to the dining room and see the tall man holding her chair for her as she placed their filled cups with saucers on the table.

After seeing Ana seated and resuming his seat, the imposing man took a sip of his coffee, "You make good coffee, Ana."

With her cup halfway to her mouth, Ana looked at the man, startled that he knew her name.

"It is Ana isn't it? One 'n' in the middle Ana?"

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, I don't believe I know who you are," Ana replied, replacing her cup in the saucer and searching her memory. The town was small enough for her to know, at least by name, if not by sight, most of the restaurant's customers and more than three-fourths of anyone she might see in town on any given day.

"I don't suppose there's any particular reason you should know who I am. But I know you. By the way, I'm Reece Winters." He looked at her for a moment before continuing, "Let's see, Ana Lancer, Class Valedictorian four years ago. Your grade point average beat Lloyd Bishop by point oh one and you managed to beat Hiram Langelier's little darling daughter, Susan, by point oh three points. Pretty big risk you took asking your teachers for extra credit assignments." He paused a moment to make sure he had her attention. "I wonder how big a risk taker you really are?" His words were a reminder of Ana's last two years in high school and the final question was a challenge, if she had ever heard one.

"I'm sorry, Mister Winters, I don't know what you're asking."

Reece Winters leaned against the back of his chair, cocked his head to one side, and looked at Ana through dark smoky gray eyes, "Mister Winters is my grandfather. You will call me Reece." It did not sound like a request, but more of a command. Ana didn't need any more information. The Winters's family was big, big men, big business, big money, and big reputations. The oldest, Mister Howard Winters, a notorious womanizer, was a widower of many years. The middle Winters' man, Richland, also single, was often thought to challenge his father's womanizing reputation. Following a spectacular divorce when the man accused his second wife of adultery and won, she left town with a very small, almost insulting, divorce settlement. Ana did not know the marital status of this Reece Winters, not that it seemed to matter, but he was not wearing a wedding ring. 

The family was the largest landowner in the whole county. Every business endeavor they touched turned to money, lots of money. The men in the family were members of the bank's board of directors, the school board, any board, every board, and any political office they sought to run for, others need not apply. 

A very slow smile spread across Reece's face as he announced, "And I guess you can figure it out pretty easily if I tell you I'll make the decision on whether the scholarship for your final semesters of college is approved."

Ana may have felt the blood drain from her face, but she prided herself that she did not blink. Instead, she stared at the man, waiting for the other shoe to drop, or the rest of her world to implode.

Ana Lancer lived all of her life knowing she wanted to be an architect, a residential architect. She knew what subjects she had to excel in, what courses she needed to take in college, and how long it would take her to get through school. There was never any doubt that she could do it, but getting it done in just five years meant she needed a good scholarship. However, the combined city service organizations only provided a four-year scholarship to the graduating student with the highest grade point average. Because of her stated goal, a loosely worded clause in the scholarship agreement mentioned she could apply for, and would likely receive approval of the additional money for semesters she would need, if her grades were acceptable. This meant Ana could only have a very limited number of hours of outside work if she was going to leave time for studies and keep up her grades. She also wanted the best job offer available after she graduated and second best did not enter the picture. 

However, Ana also knew her looks were against her. People think pretty girls get by on their looks, so she purposely downplayed her looks. Her dark blond hair was straight, in a blunt cut barely touching her earlobes. She favored minimal make-up, little more than lipstick and often forgot that, too. She did not dress fashionably and she usually wore socks with her sensible shoes. Apart from the fact that she couldn't afford to do so, plain neutral-colored clothing, meaning a mid-calf skirt and loose fitting shirt, lent itself to the image she wanted to portray and did not show off her figure. Glasses hid her dark brown eyes, rather than contact lens, because glasses hid some of her expressions. She wore large frame glasses for reading, not to see, but often included them as part of her everyday activities, giving herself a shield. 

To add to her unfashionable looks, Ana kept her nails cut short and carried a large backpack filled with her schoolwork. She did not have or use a cell phone, did not have a car at school, and she made every effort to appear as a dowdy, frumpy, old-fashioned girl. Her appearance did not interest boys or men who preferred looking at a female with an hourglass figure, large breasts, a bubble butt, or swinging hips. Her methods worked. Ana could be in a room of fewer than ten people and none of them would recall that she had been there. She was at the top of almost every class she took and professors found her a joy to teach. Everyone else ignored or disregarded her and she did not care.

On the dash of Reece's pickup was the photograph he had removed from the file the president of the bank, Hiram Langelier, had given him to review and sign, for the approval of Ana's request for an extension of her scholarship. The photo showed the young woman, at the outdoor ceremony, where she had been presented with the award for her drawings. The photograph showed a light breeze was blowing her long red skirt, with pencil pleats, causing the material to cling to her figure, revealing what appeared to be long elegant legs. Although she was not wearing a belt to secure her long sleeve blouse to her waist, likewise the breeze caused the soft fabric to cling to her shapely breasts and slender waist. 

Instead of responding to the man's threat, Ana turned her attention to retrieving his dinner. She paused a moment as soon as she could get out of the small dining room, resting with her forehead on the wall, trying to get her hands to stop shaking and get her breathing under control. She dared not do anything to disappoint the man who would say yea or nay to the approval of her request for the funds for her final year of school. A minute later, she was placing a platter of food in front of Reece, refilling his coffee cup, and asking him how he wanted his baked potato dressed. 

"Just butter," Reece announced and dropped his arm down beside his chair. As Ana scooped butter out of the condiment holder, Reece brought his hand up under her long skirt, between her legs, sliding slowly up her inner thigh. His hand stopped a mere inch from her panties and he extended his thumb lightly brushing it back and forth, softly scraping across the crotch of her underwear.

Ana took a deep breath and held it as long as she could, afraid she would drop the condiment holder in his lap. She took a step back and to the side, and pushed her skirt down to cover her legs. Accustomed to an occasional customer taking liberties to touch her as she bent over their table, she said a quiet, "Please, sir."

Reece's deep voice commanded, "Don't wear panties tomorrow night."

Thankfully, three men came into the restaurant to order their very early breakfasts, giving Ana a chance to escape. Her breathing was hard and her head was whirling at the risk she took in allowing Reece Winters to think she was available for his use. She stayed busy serving the new customers and doing the other chores necessary to complete her shift work before the breakfast rush. Although she checked on Reece Winters, he merely nodded or shook his head when she stood well back from his table to ask if he wanted more coffee or needed anything to finish his meal. She must have been taking an order when he left the restaurant because she did not see him walk out. When Ana went to clear his table, she found a twenty-dollar bill for his meal on top of his ticket for almost fifteen dollars. There was also a fifty-dollar bill under his dinner plate. At least he tipped well.

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A few hours later, about an hour before Ana's shift ended, Reece came into the restaurant, for the second time, and walked straight into the small dining room. Two other men quickly followed him, all of them sitting at one table. All three men were wearing expensive suits, white shirts, and conservative ties, appearing as if they had just stepped out of a men's clothing catalog. Reece looked enough like both men for them to be his father and grandfather. 

Ana heard a muffled groan from a man at the counter in front of her but couldn't decide who had spoken. "Oh shit! Big doin's boys. Three bad ass Winters and I don't mean snow." 

While another waitress was walking in the front door to put her things away and prepare to help with the early morning breakfast orders, Ana went to the small dining room, carrying menus, three glasses of water, cups, saucers, and a full pot of coffee. As if he had not been in earlier, Reece Winters did little more than give his breakfast order to Ana. He gave the remainder of his attention to the two other men at the table. Half an hour later, the president of the local bank, her brother's future father, joined the three Winters men. Hiram Langelier did not order breakfast. Instead, Ana served him a cup of coffee, refilled the other three men's cups, and cleared their breakfast dishes. 

Ana's shift was over before the meeting between the Winters men and their banker ended. Her relief said she would take care of cleaning the small dining room so Ana could get off her feet and rest. Waiting for Betty, Ana was sitting on the low loading dock at the end of the restaurant. She was leaning against the building with her feet stretched out in front of her when the older two Winters men and their banker walked out of the building. Grandfather and father Winters left in a big luxury vehicle, followed moments later, by the banker in a similar vehicle. 

Reece Winters walked out of the restaurant as the other two vehicles drove away. He walked straight to Ana and smiled. He braced his hand on the side of the building, relaxed, as if he had all the time in the world and took his time to examine her, looking from the top of her head, across her face, and down the front of her shirt. Her apron, tied around her waist, accentuated her full breasts and small waist. He looked all the way down her legs, covered almost to her ankles by her long skirt, ending at the sensible shoes and socks.

"Well, well, Miss Prim-and-Proper Ana Lancer, finished another hard shift on your feet, huh?"

"Yes sir." She dared not say anything else. She had no desire to antagonize this man or give him any reason to dislike her. He controlled the money she needed to finish school.

"Why are you working? Shouldn't you be having fun this summer?" 

"No sir, whatever I earn during the summer pays my personal expenses while I'm in school."

"Ah..." he nodded his understanding. "The scholarship doesn't cover incidentals?" Reece may not have examined the whole file as closely as he could have or he would have known the answer to his question. However, he also enjoyed teasing Ana, she was so careful about the way she talked to him.

"Yes sir." She looked up, but no higher than his chin, she did not need the distraction of the way he looked at her.

"Maybe we need to have a discussion about some kind of allowance to help you with expenses?"

"I would appreciate that, sir. I'm careful, but..." Ana shrugged her shoulders, not caring to give him any more information than necessary.

Reece took a step forward, his knees mere inches from her thighs. He then held out a cellular telephone. Before she could do much more than look at the phone, and then back up at Reece, he slipped it in one pocket of her waitress apron.

He said; as if it was the continuation of a conversation they had several minutes ago, "I'll call, you answer."

Ana was on her feet, shaking with fear and not caring about the words she used. "What? You'll call me and I'm supposed to do whatever you say." 


Bareback Risk



Before she could turn and walk away, Reece took her arm, whipped her around, and had his hands on her waist, picking her up and backing her against the building. If he let go of her, she would fall at his feet and likely be injured in the process. Instead of allowing that to happen, Ana put her legs around his waist to hold onto him.

No longer needing to support her weight, Reece put his hands on the sides of her face and held her head against the wall behind her. He kissed her hard, his mouth grinding into hers, very likely bruising her lips, while his hands dropped and enclosed her soft breasts in his massaging grasp. He raised his head and glared at her, "That, Miss Lancer, is exactly what I expect. Read your scholarship agreement. I own your ass, for your final year of school and for five years after you graduate." He took a step back, put his hands on Ana's waist, lifted her away from him, and placed her on her feet. 

"Keep that phone handy. I'll call, you answer," he repeated. Without another word, the man turned, walked to his pickup, and then calmly drove out of the parking lot.

Trembling and breathing faster than normal, Ana joined Betty who was walking out the back door, as Reece's truck pulled into the flow of traffic, heading out of town. Betty, tired from being on her feet for most of eight hours, was never talkative on the way home. Almost mechanically, she drove the two miles to their street, stopped, and let Ana out of the car. Less than five minutes later Betty was probably helping her husband through his morning before she could have her first few hours of sleep.

Ana, on the other hand, was a bundle of nerves. She ran in the front door, up the stairs, and pulled papers from her old student desk, quickly scanning them for whatever she could find which Reece Winters seemed to believe gave him the right to order her around. Shaking at the thought she might have to apply for student loans or worse yet, leave school and never reach her goal, Ana groaned when she found her initials beside the clause that would require her to repay the scholarship, with interest, should she not finish school, graduate, or fail to be a fully licensed architect within two years. The next clause, beside which was also a space containing her initials, showed she had agreed to be a full-time employee of Winters Construction for five years after she left school.

Before she could do much more than fold the agreement and return it to the desk, the cell phone rang. Ana considered just letting it ring, but could not take that risk. Instead, she opened the phone and said her name, "It's Ana."

"Ah yes,my Ana," the deep voice announced his ownership. "I was right, you are a risk taker. Do you understand a gentleman's agreement?"

"Yes, I think so," Ana answered slowly, speaking carefully to make sure her words were clearly understood. "There is an offer and an acceptance, and usually a handshake, with both parties bound by their personal word to keep the agreement."

"Excellent. The education I'm paying for seems to be money well spent. I presume you have read the scholarship agreement and will understand. In exchange for a modification of the scholarship provisions, you will share my risk."

"What risk?"

"Ah ha, that my dear, is yet to be known and something I alone will decide. Meet me in the trees to the south of Gates Park, this afternoon at three o'clock. Wear your red skirt, no bra, and no panties."

Before Ana could ask a question or get a clarification, the call ended. Instead of a shower and an hour or so of calming down after eight hours on her feet, Ana set her alarm, crawled into her bed, and pulled the covers over her head. Within minutes, she was sound asleep, but it was not restful sleep. A man's deep voice taunted her. Her breasts ached to be touched, tasted, and loved. A hard kiss turned erotic, and dueling tongues heightened her arousal. She moved against a man's erection, the hardness of the faceless man's arms held her through a deep orgasm she did not understand. 

** ** ** **

Shortly after lunch, while sitting in Bat's Bar waiting for the golf pro, so he could discuss the next month's outlay of money, Reece was mentally reviewing how much he still had to do before he could begin to make money on his latest project. So far, every dollar had been going out of the bank, not into his business account. Although the project was on schedule, it would be another year before he was making any money and several more years before he reached the break-even point. 

Trying to turn several hundred acres into a country club, golf course, and at least that many high-end home sites had Reece's head swimming. He had already invested more money than he cared to think about on his current project. A few years of waiting for Ana Lancer, plus too many hours of talking to her professors, he had a file cabinet full of documents, plans, and agreements. His construction company was on the brink of breaking ground for the exclusive country club. In a few months more extensive infrastructure would appear, additional construction of utilities would begin, and streets would be cut through acres and acres of overused farmland. Additional sites for expensive homes would appear on what was now rough, rocky, and rolling land that was not suited for farming. He would be ready for home construction to begin in just over a year. Reece was almost dizzy with thoughts of the additional expenses he would face if Ana managed to break the scholarship provisions as his attorney had said was possible. 

Attracting families who were willing to live more than an hour's drive from the nearest large city, in exchange for quiet country living, was a risk he knew would pay off. However, Reece still had to complete at least five years of work and construction before the big income began, and Ana Lancer was the key to the final phase. The ultimate goal was building homes so unique and individual, styled as private estates, for which he could charge prices that would make a similar project, a short distance away, sell out before he turned over a single spade full of dirt. 

Her award winning drawings of exterior elevations showed her creative ideas and was exactly what would sell the houses his construction company would build. Her imaginative use of space and interior design would appeal to women interested in showing their friends how unique their home was. Ana's skills were what would appeal to those females, the primary decision makers in home purchases. Men would salivate over her careful attention to detail and the rich look of the home's exteriors. Reece could not allow her to slip through his fingers for a dumb lawyer's mistakes. 

So, what was he doing suggesting the gentleman's agreement? His attorney said if Reece managed to remove or modify two troublesome provisions, the remainder of the agreement was almost unbreakable. Reece needed that unbreakable agreement. He just thought he would have a little fun while he negotiated some changes to the problem provisions. The attorney joked that the lawyer who prepared the original agreement for Mister Howard Winters still seemed to believe in involuntary servitude. Yes, he had said, those provisions were the nearest thing to slavery he had ever seen in a modern legal document.

As the bartender placed a cold beer on Reece's table, a conversation from the booth behind him interrupted his thoughts.

"No way, Bishop. You actually popped Ana Lancer's cherry?"

"Yes way, Anderson, Homecoming Dance, sophomore year, the same night she broke my nose. She didn't claim it was rape, but I'll bet not a single one of you guys ever got inside her panties, did ya?"

What followed were two voices, both muttered "Nope," and a third who said, "Good God, who'd want that tight twat?"

Bishop's voice was a little louder than necessary, perhaps the words of a less than sober braggadocios male on the prowl, "And, I'll bet there ain't another man who ever did neither."

One of his fellow drinking buddies questioned Bishop's knowledge, "How the hell do you know?"

"Saw her at school almost every day for the last four years, Eugene. She don't party, never dates, best scores in every class we had together, you know, Dean's list kinda person. Two of her drawings won awards, big time."

Laughter, followed by another question, surprised Reece, "Hey Bishop, you still want her, doncha?"

"Damn right, Cliff," Bishop acknowledged the taunt. "'cause I know what's under those long shirts she wears, and I'm gonna get me a good taste of that pussy, first time I catch her alone." 

"Hey, did I hear her big brother, Jerry, is gonna marry your cousin, Susan Langelier?" Eugene inquired. "How'd he get that job at the bank, anyway?"

Bishop, not able to contain himself any longer, had to laugh, "Duh, marry the president of the bank's daughter, employment for life." He laughed again and commented, "And I am a member of The Wedding Party, right across from Miss Ana Lancer, sister of the groom. Now, you think about that, men. My chance is coming and I'm gonna take it. Fresh pussy juice, whooeeee!"

** ** ** **

A few hours later Ana was awake, groggily making her way to the bathroom for a shower and dressing, as Reece instructed, in the red pleated skirt. She gave little thought to how the man would know she owned such a garment. A loose white shirt hid the lack of a bra and the softly moving pleats of her skirt touched her naked bottom and the lips of her sex, extending the memories of her dreams. 

When she neared Gates Park, which was about six blocks from her home, she started noticing cars parked along the sides of the streets leading to the park. A large banner, stretched between two tall posts at the entry to the park, proclaimed the day was the Women's Garden Club's annual City Beautification project. Ana groaned, but did not walk through the park. Instead, she walked one block beyond the entrance and made her way through the trees on the south side of the park, occasionally glancing to her left to see that the small park was crowded with people completing various projects. Were anyone to look toward the trees they would see her red skirt and wonder why she was so far away from the center of activity.

"Are you on some form of birth control?" At the sound of his voice, Ana swirled around to face Reece. Her pleated skirt flared with her sudden movement and the faint breeze blowing through the trees, giving Reece a view of her legs from her ankles to halfway up her thighs.

"No," she answered, without thought.

"Even better," he announced from the large flat tree stump where he was sitting, in faded jeans and light blue denim shirt, looking much different than he had earlier in the day. "You look tired Ana. Come here." He stretched his legs out, crossed his ankles, and lifted his hand, holding it out to her.

"Why are you doing this Mister...ah...Reece?" Ana spoke quietly, as she took the few steps, to place her hand in his, aware she was giving him the handshake to seal their gentleman's agreement.

Reece pulled her toward him, taking her hips in his hands when she was near enough, and seating her astride his lap. "I do it because I can, or perhaps because I want to," Reece answered half laughing at Ana's nervous question. "Maybe it's because the thought of public discovery in flagrante delicto excites me." His voice turned serious when he told her, "Now, no more questions from you. I will ask the questions and you will answer. I believe we have a gentleman's agreement, do we not?" Ana nodded her head. "Ah good. Now, I asked you, are you on some form of birth control?" When Ana shook her head, Reece asked her, "Why not?"

"I'm not...not sexually...ah, involved with anyone. I don't have a boyfriend. My time and attention is on my school work."

Reece put his hand behind Ana's head and chuckled when she resisted him pulling her against his chest. He needed to keep her immobile, preventing her from escaping when he told her what he intended to do to her. "Commendable, I'm sure, but all work and no play makes Ana..."

She interrupted him, "Gives Ana no distractions, a better Grade Point Average, and a better job offer when I graduate."

"So, it's another risk, huh?"

She sat stiffly on his lap, not daring to move, but afraid not to answer. "Yes, if you want to look at it that way. I prefer to think of it as my future."

"Are you familiar with the term "bareback" as it pertains to sex?"

"Yes, it means without a condom and often without birth control."

"Exactly Ana, if the punishment is the same, then it is worth the risk to commit the offence which brings the greatest profit. It adds a little more risk, right?" With one arm around her back, still holding her against him so she was unable to move off his lap, he slipped his other hand between their bodies, under her skirt and placed his hand between her legs, cupping her sex. "I plan to fuck you bareback."

Ana's body stiffened, she took a deep breath, opened her mouth as if she would scream, and Reece put his mouth over hers, stopping any sound from escaping. After kissing her thoroughly, he instructed, "Don't do that. I'm immune, you aren't." He nodded at the people milling around in the park behind her. "If they discover us, your name will appear in the newspapers and mine will not. I have that power and influence. You do not." His voice changed as he taunted her, "What would a potential employer think if a newspaper article appeared in your employment application?" When he saw his threat had registered in her mind, he ordered, "Unbutton your blouse."

"Why?" she asked.

"Do as I say!" Reece raised his voice, as if he was unconcerned that close to a hundred people were in the city park behind them. However, those people were now of great concern to Ana. 

With trembling fingers Ana looked over her shoulder once, and began to unbutton her shirt. At Reece's command she remove the blouse, she pleaded with a look into his eyes and one word, "Please." Reece relented and told her to hold the sides of the shirt open. She did as he said, as he watched, her head turned to see that everyone in the park seemed to be involved with what they were doing, rather than looking toward the trees. Reece's voice barely registered.

"Although it is word I seldom use, I believe the best one would be exquisite." With one hand still cupping her sex, his middle finger raised and slowly moving through the thin slit between her lips, Reece raised his other hand and placed it over one breast, holding her for a very long moment, enjoying how her breast filled his hand, while her head turned back to look at him. He lightly squeezed his fingers a few times and then covered the other breast. "Tell me Ana," he watched her face as his hand moved over her, first to one breast and then the other, his voice slightly rough. "Why do you choose to hide yourself inside frumpy clothes, long skirts, and unattractive colors?"

Ana did not immediately answer, but when Reece lifted his finger, jamming it into her, moving in and out and back and forth as he squeezed her breast, she gasped and panted as she explained, "I...I don't need the...ah attention or...or ah, the distraction of a man." Whatever it was he was doing inside her was driving her crazy. She could barely form the words to say, "I want to do something...something with...with my life." She shivered and moved her hips back and forth, her breathing fast and uneven, she paused between her words, "It...it won't be...in this...in this little town...full of...stiff necked...gossips and...and rigid morals."

She was tight, so very tight. With just one finger inside her, Reece felt the walls of her vagina pressing against his finger, as warmth and moisture enveloped his finger. He wished there was room inside her for another finger, and perhaps a third. His forefinger and ring finger rested on the seams of her legs, outside her pussy lips, allowing him to press his fingers together against the soft flesh captured between them. Ana was wet, unbelievably wet. Small trickles of her moisture dribbled down his finger across the back of his hand, into his palm, and down the sides of his hand, dropping onto his jeans. Reece could smell the slight musk of her arousal, something sweet, clean and sweet. It was not a fragrance. He doubted she used any type of perfume, cologne, or scented soap, so it had to be the pure essence of Ana, an intoxicating scent, like no other he had ever experienced.

He lowered his head, placing his flat tongue on her, covering a light brown nipple and the surrounding darker areola, feeling her quiver and exhale as the tiny bud hardened and the surrounding tissues puckered. Swirling the tip of his tongue around the protruding grape sized bud, and sucking it into his mouth, he raised his head stretching her breast until it popped out of his mouth, vibrating and shiny with his saliva coating her skin. 

Ana tried to move, but Reece held her in place as she once again looked over her shoulder, alerted to the squeals and laughter of children, which reached as far as the trees. She knew the membership of the Women's Garden Club swelled with women of the community who were, or wanted to be, judges of the morals and reputations of the younger generation. She imagined she could hear her own mother's tinkling laughter because she was certainly in the small crowd behind Ana and was one of those quickest to condemn a young person for doing something not considered appropriate. Would her mother's attention be distracted from what she was doing? Would she look toward the trees to see her daughter, red skirt and white blouse blazing like a warning flag, sitting on the lap of a man easily recognized by anyone in town? Even if they could not see his face, they would know him by his size.

Reece moved his mouth to the other breast for a taste of her, felt her response and chills cover the soft skin where his hand rested on her waist. When he left the other nipple wet and shiny in the dappled sunshine seeping down through the leaves above them, he looked up to see Ana had her head back. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing through her mouth. 

Reece continued to slowly stimulate her as he leaned forward, pressing his forehead against her. "Ana, put your feet up beside my hips. Open yourself for me." Although she feared she might fall backward, she did as he told her, holding on to his shoulders as she lifted one foot and then the other, placing them on the tree stump beside his hips. 

"Watch," he whispered. Her skirt, collected around her waist, gave her a clear view of how his hand was holding her. As his finger moved slowly into her, the inner lips clung to his finger, folding inward. He slowly pulled his finger out and the thin red inner lips elongated as his finger slowly moved out of her. "See how you will hold onto my cock when I fuck you?"

Squishing sounds accompanied the movement of his hand. Reece thought about curling his finger inside her and scraping across the roof of her vagina, looking for the small rough G spot, to make sure that the tiny petals of the inner flower had opened. However, he was enjoying her discomfort with what he was doing and did not want to rush her into an orgasm, he wanted her watching, and thinking about the risk they were taking. 

"Unbuckle my belt, unzip my jeans, and pull my cock out. I want you to see how hard this juicy little pussy makes me." The command in his voice was obvious and fearing a repeat of him raising his voice or attracting the attention of the citizens in the park behind her back, Ana complied. His dark gray eyes watched her expression as her trembling hands pulled his cock out. "Stroke it Ana. Enjoy it, feel how big it is. I'm going to fuck you bareback with my cock and you won't do anything to keep me from having my way. You may even like it."




Bareback Risk



She held his cock in her hand, just as he told her to do. He was large, her fingers barely meeting her thumb. She shuddered, thinking about his threat, fearful it would never fit inside her, but the gentleman's agreement rang inside her head. She had one full year of school to complete and needed that scholarship. She needed her freedom to accept the best job offer she could find and loose the confines of her limited life. Her self-imposed restrictions grated on her nerves every time she dressed, saw her unattractive reflection in a mirror, and realized the stifled life she lived.

She looked back at the park, but quickly returned her attention to her hand moving up and down, almost bumping his hand as it moved in and out of her. He was hard, yet the skin covering his cock was so soft and smooth, it felt good in her hand. She moved her hand up and down, watching the head of his cock appear and disappear as the foreskin opened and closed. A small bubble of pre-cum emerged. Without thought Ana placed the forefinger of her other hand on the head of his cock to touch the moisture then took her finger to her mouth to lick the slick juice off the tip of her finger. Startled at what she had done, she gasped and her chin came up as she looked into Reece's dark eyes and saw the smoldering look on his face.

Reece watched her face as he asked, "Do you like the taste of me? Would you like to take me into your mouth?"

Her eyes widened at what he was suggesting. She did not respond, even when Reece pressed him finger against her clit and held it there, applying pressure, moving his finger ever so slowly, stimulating her, she did not say a word.

"Stand up and put your skirt over my head," Reece demanded.

"What!" She flinched, and tried to put her knees together, just as he inserted a second finger into her pussy and pushed up in a sudden thrust. Her muscles contracted around his fingers, squeezing them, mashing his knuckles against each other, making him doubt he could withdraw them, sending a message to his brain that he did not dare to believe and had little time to think about. His brain had room for but one thought, the feel of her in front of him, the delicious smell of her, and the thought that he was going to taste her. The slight glazed look on her face added to the details that piled up inside his head. 

"Do as I say!" the command, once again spoken louder than he had said the words earlier, jerked Ana out of her daze. Her head and shoulders turned half way around to see if they had attracted the attention from anyone in the park behind her. "Forget them and stand up. Put your skirt over my head. I want to taste that pretty little pussy you keep hidden under that old fashioned long skirt." 

With his hands on her waist, helping her, he watched the muscles in her calves and thighs clench as she lifted herself to stand above him. While her skirt settled over his shoulders and down his back, he felt surrounded by the essence of Ana. He put his hands around her ankles, and slowly lifted his hands, his fingers sliding up and around her, until his arms pressed against the backs of her legs and his fingers slipped between her thighs. His hands were mere inches from her feminine core. He pressed against her inner thighs, holding her open as he moved his mouth forward breathing in the fragrance of fresh pussy. He kissed her, sucking one lip into his mouth and then did the same to the other. His mouth opened and he pointed his tongue running it from the bottom of her lips through the engorged tissues and then up and over her swelling clit. He tasted her, he teased her, he tongue fucked her, until he heard her moaning and felt her muscles quiver. 

Her hands rested on his shoulders and her knees bent slightly, giving him the access he wanted. She moved, tilting her pelvis, a continuous swaying back and forth, her knees spreading with his hands under her hips, moving her while her juices flowed into his mouth, ran down his neck, and soaked the front of his shirt. Her first climax was small, barely noticeable, but he heard her whimpering and felt her hips moving. The next climax was stronger as her knees shook and he held her up, preventing her from falling, but his mouth never stopped stimulating her.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, his tongue rapidly flicking and circling around the stiff and hard little point. Suddenly a hard body-shaking climax engulfed Ana. Her voice began to climb to a groan he knew would attract the attention of everyone in the park. With his hands under her, he lowered her to his cock, hearing her swift indrawn breath as he began to enter her. Reece held her, his mouth clamped tightly to hers, absorbing her vocal expression of ecstasy. He supported her as her inner muscles pulled him inside her. He did not need to push against her; it was a delicious feeling, the heat and wetness of her pulling the sensitive head of his cock into her tightness, into her heat.

He could remain still, for only a few moments and regretted that he must remove his mouth from hers. He had to feel the velvet softness of her stroking his cock, but he had to wait until she could fully accommodate him. It was an agony and a delicious ecstasy, knowing he was not quite fully inside her with his balls resting against her, feeling her final few muscle contractions vibrate against his testicles. He wanted to push deeper, but he feared he might hurt her. When he could no longer bear to remain still, he lifted and lowered his hips barely moving in and out of her, slowly, savoring the delicious feel of her around his cock as her forehead came down to rest on his shoulder. Her hot breath penetrated the thin denim of his shirt, raising chills on his chest.

Ana was beyond thought, in a haze of exploding fireworks behind her closed eyelids. Unaware of her labored breathing, she no longer thought about the people behind her. She felt his cock enter her, felt the throb of his pulse, and blood engorged stiffness stretching her, filling her, and moving into her. Tears filled her eyes, different from the tears of another time. Her tears were for a feeling she had heard of, but never truly known. Her self-inflicted isolation and rigid control of her thoughts had kept her from experiencing her full sexual nature. 

He moved into her and stopped, watching her face as she came down from her own climax, her whole body shaking. He pulled his hips back, pushing her hips away from him, leaving his cock shiny with her juices, until all that remained inside her was the engorged purple head of his cock. Ana looked down, between her raised knees, watching as she moved forward, feeling him slowly slide back into her, her inner lips clinging to him, stretching out and folding inward, until she felt so full she doubted there was room for the rest of him. He jerked forward, hitting her cervix, and Ana's head came up to look at Reece. He was watching her face as he moved in and out of her.

"Tell me, Ana. Tell me you want it harder. Tell me to go faster. Tell me to fuck you. Say it, mean it, move with me, and enjoy it. Forget what you know. Experience this for the first time. Feel it. Tell me you want this." 

She tried to hide her face in the crook of his neck, but he pushed her back and held her, moving in and out of her, knowing she was lifting her hips and moving with him. However, she would not say the words.

He shook her, "Say it, dammit." 

"Oh God," she breathed. He shook her again and she shuddered, "Yes, yes, faster. I can't...Reece, I don't...I want..."

"I know Ana. I know." He closed his eyes for a moment savoring the feel of her moving slowly toward him and then away. But he had to watch, see her face, the small throb of her heartbeat at the base of her neck, the slight flush across the top of her chest. Her breasts swayed with his movements, their weight shifting as she barely lifted herself at the same time he entered her and then seemed to retreat. Her lithe form moved in a sensuous dance on his lap, her weight comfortable and easy for him to support. 

Then he could no longer think. His urge was building, he leaned back slightly, the powerful need to stroke in and out of her taking over all of his thought and reason. The ancient need to fill her with his sperm, to copulate, to breed, was stronger than his desire to ask her to enjoy their union. The mindless animal urge to plant his seed at the entrance to her womb had him pounding against her, going as deep as he could, slamming against her, shaking her body with his movements.

He growled as his balls seemed to gurgle with his cum collecting and then the pinch at the base of his cock told him he could wait no longer. Surge after surge of sperm laden cum shot up his cock and splashed inside her, filling her, heating her, sending her over the edge as she clamped her teeth into the flesh at the side of his neck. Her groan joined his while he clamped his jaws in a teeth grinding need to roar as he exploded and jerked against her, jerked again, and several more times, until he was empty.

Ana shook, her inner muscles gripped him, squeezed him, milked cum out of his cock and still her muscles held him in a tightness he had never experienced. He held her, his breath as labored and heavy as hers while he waited for her muscles to relax and release him. In a daze, they both opened their eyes and looked at the citizens in the park, as cheers and applause continued for the ending celebration of the beautification of the city's small park. 

He held her, feeling her quiver and tremble. Then just as suddenly as he wanted more, he lowered his arms. As if he was angry with her, he demanded. "Button your blouse and go home."

"Reece..."

"No! Go! Get out of here!"

Ana stumbled off his lap her head swimming as she walked through the trees. Occasionally she bumped into something as she closed the buttons of her shirt, while the combination of her juices and Reece's cum dribbled down the insides of her legs. 

** ** ** **

"Hell, Dad, there ain't but two righteous women in this whole fucking town, Betty Dennis who's loyal to that cripple, as if I'd have her anyway, and Bea Lancer, who won't fuck me "no way, not ever, and never ask again", as she told me last time I tried to get to her." The slurred voice of Richland Winters drifted out of the study door as Reece walked down the hall to climb the stairs to his bedroom. He had heard his father say the same thing, using similar words, more times than he cared to count. 

Reece was not disappointed at his grandfather's comeback, it too was the same comment he'd heard as many times as he had heard his father's complaint. "Well, dammit, Richland, instead of going out of town for pussy, start on the next generation. God damn, I got in the panties of Hiram Langelier's daughter 'cause she wanted to be county beauty queen."

Reece did not stand around to listen to his father's remark that he wasn't interested in incest because he didn't know how many of the next generation might actually be his offspring. He'd fucked every woman in town, some of them a number of times, primarily during their child bearing years. However, Reece stopped in his tracks when his grandfather asked, "Well then, what's wrong with that little Lancer girl? If you never fucked her mother, the girl ain't yours."

Richland laughed, a loud boisterous sound, which made Reece cringe. He stood still for a moment when his father said, "Hell, did you see that tight ass split tail that poured your coffee this morning? That's the Lancer girl. She's probably so tight she'd choke off the cum of any man's cock who tried to fuck her."

Reece considered turning into the study to set the record straight, but didn't. He did not care to join the two men who thought a bottle of scotch whiskey and a review of the women they'd fucked was better entertainment than the youngest generation's conquests. Instead of joining the other men of the family for their traditional celebration of watching the banker squirm over the annual renewal of his employment contract, Reece went upstairs and peeled off the clothes that still retained the smell of that little Lancer girl of whom the men had spoken. 

He stood in his bathroom, the hot shower beating on his head and shoulders, trying to soak away the hours of meetings, inspections, and time absorbing details. Reece smiled at the memory of his afternoon with Ana Lancer, how easily he had controlled her, and bent her to his will. She was delicious, the most delicious pussy he had ever tasted. He enjoyed the thrill of the risk he took, taking her bareback, in sight of close to a hundred citizens and he did so without discovery. It was enough to give him another hard-on, but not a throbbing hard-on like the one he had pushed into Ana Lancer. He was going to need another session with that little girl, and soon.

Stretched out on his bed, cooling off under the air conditioner vent, Reece knew Ana Lancer was not a little girl. She was almost twenty-three years old. He had reviewed the scholarship application before he went to town. By the time he finished with the engineers, the golf pro, and several other contractors, he was so tired he could barely think straight.

Other than absorbing a little community gossip about the banker's daughter and her approaching nuptials to Ana's brother, and a few young men planning their next conquests, Reece didn't give the conversation in the bar a lot of attention, until he was trying to go to sleep. A sudden memory of the tightness inside Ana confirmed what he had heard, but had continued to doubt. However, he was beginning to believe the conversation he had overheard was the truth. He knew she was not a virgin, but she was certainly inexperienced and so incredibly tight, hot, and wet. An almost instantaneous erection had him throwing off his covers and pacing the floor. 

"Oh hell, whew, oh God, mercy," he muttered as he bent over, his hands on his knees moaning, as if he was in pain. He walked into his bathroom, splashed cold water on his face, and leaned on the counter while he stared at himself in the mirror. He saw the marks of her teeth above his collarbone. How had Ana managed to escape the teen years of sexual experimentation? Where was she in the early college years when students were wildly sexually promiscuous? How did she manage to avoid being one of the students who were barely awake, and seldom fully sober for the classes they managed to attend? 

For half an hour, he paced and planned the physical and possible financial ruin of four young men, Bishop, Anderson, Cliff, and Eugene. When he could finally sit down, he doubled over trying to contain his own self-loathing laughter at the stupidity of such acts and called himself every kind of an idiot. Yes, a thirty-five year old idiot, who was thinking of making a fool of himself over a twenty-two year old female who was little more than an inexperienced near-virgin. His father and grandfather, the community's most infamous pussy chasers, would have a field day with that information and might possibly consider him as unworthy to have Winters as his surname. 

Despite his thoughts, laughter, and weariness, it was no wonder he was dressing, planning to appear at Town & Country Restaurant two hours before dawn, with nothing on his mind but a second tryst with the ever so delicious Ana Lancer. Furthermore, it was no wonder he planned to fuck her in the corner of the dining room where a customer might happen in and see, hear, or smell the evidence of their sexual encounter. Did Reece plan to brag to Somebody Bishop, or Bishop Somebody, that he could do what Bishop did not have the balls to do, and take the risk Bishop did not dare take? 

** ** ** **

Ana did not like the idea that she was working in a restaurant, serving food to people and she was not wearing underwear, or at least she was not wearing panties. She still felt an occasional, slight tremor, but attributed it to the fear of loosing the scholarship, or the lack of sleep. She would not allow herself to think about yesterday's two hours in the trees south of Gates Park, with Reece Winters. Nor, could she bear to think about the occasional bubble of moisture that seeped between lips normally covered by her panties, but were left bare, at Reece Winters command, "Don't wear panties tomorrow night." If that had been the instructions for the night after they were together in the park, it was probably instructions for the following night, too, which was why she was doing her job feeling half-naked for the second night in a row. 

"Good morning, Webb. Hi, Eli, over easy or scrambled?" Ana greeted two of the regular diners and placed mugs of coffee in front of them as they decided on their breakfast choice. She listened, while they ate their food, as both men complained about the extra two hours they had waited for a trucker to unload, before they could lock up the warehouse for the night. As she took their money, gave them their change, and told both men good night, Ana looked at the doorway of the small dining room and saw Reece Winters standing just inside the room. He had not turned on the light. Instead, he stood in the shadows, as if he was waiting for her to see him.

Stalling for a moment, Ana cleared Webb and Eli's dishes and wiped the counter. Only then did she walk toward Reece, hearing Betty's faint snore as the cook sat in the corner of the kitchen, in an old chair with short back legs, her feet propped up on an old stool. Betty had mentioned, on their way to work, that she'd wished she could have taken a nap before work, but her husband was having a difficult day and Betty spent the time she should have been sleeping, massaging his aching back and nearly useless legs.

Reece's hand covered the light switch, preventing Ana from turning on the light in the small dining room. He did not speak; instead, he roughly pulled Ana into his arms and kissed her stiff lips. One hand left her back as he bunched up her skirt and forced his hand between her tightly clamped thighs, feeling her naked heat, his finger testing her wetness. As suddenly as he kissed her, he let her go.

"That wasn't a very pleasant greeting for your lover," Reece growled, his voice deep and low, barely above a whisper.

"I wasn't aware you considered yourself my lover, Reece." Ana could have bitten her tongue at her bold statement and could not look above the Adam's apple in Reece's neck.

"Are you angry because I didn't come see you last night?" He was prepared to laugh at her, if she thought she had some ownership of him.

"Surly your ego isn't that big." She did not try to taunt him. She tried to be pleasant, but barely managed to sound disinterested.

The dismissal in her voice came very near to making him roar with his anger. "Do you think it's to your advantage to take that kind of a risk, Ana?"

"What do you want, Reece?" Ana could not keep the tiredness out of her voice. Her nerves were tight and she was near to tears with uncertainty.

"Ah, hell," he announced, exasperation plainly heard in his voice. He turned away and took two steps away from her before turning back and walking up to stand in front of her. As if he had never kissed her, he put one hand on her cheek, leaned over, gently touched his lips to hers, and then moved his mouth across her lips, feeling her softness, lightly tasting her, and then he raised his head. "Ana, kiss me," he pleaded as he put his other arm around her and drew her closer to him.

Other than a kiss of affection from her father, maybe an appreciative kiss on her cheek from her brother, and perhaps a few bumbling sloppy kisses as a teenager, Ana had never really kissed a man, or had one kiss her. She certainly had never shared a kiss the way Reece kissed her. Even the few kisses in the trees were not like this. It was electrifying, soothing, mindless, and sweet. His mouth moved over hers delicately, easily, and softly. His tongue brushed across her lower lip leaving a trail of wetness behind, teased under her upper lip, and rubbed across the sharpness of her teeth. It was wet, an exchange of feelings, his breath on her cheek, and his arms held her to him, molding her softness to fit him. She could feel his heartbeat and her blood rushing through her body. She felt his erection against her, the throb of his arousal and the answer of her own, and yet it did not frighten her as it might have done yesterday. It was something exciting and calm, beautiful and serene. A moment later, she was standing alone, as Reece walked out of the small dining room and left the restaurant, leaving Ana wet, trembling, and in a state of arousal she had never experienced.




Bareback Risk



"Four o'clock in the morning and twenty freaking miles for a kiss." Reece mumbled as he forced himself to lower his speed to the posted speed limit and set the cruise control, groaning at the almost painful throb of his arousal. Just for good measure, he chastised himself a little further, "Burning the candle at both ends is not healthy and plays hell with a man's libido." He paused a moment and yelled at himself inside the silence of the cab of his pickup. "Get over it!" He added the last comment, clenched his jaws, and finished the ride back to the too big, too silent, and too lonely house in silence. 

** ** ** **

Ana had difficulty sleeping in the daytime. However, because of her summer job, she had no choice and usually managed to lock her door and pull the covers over her head. On the day of the party, however, sleep was simply impossible. Her mother's friends called to gossip, which meant the telephone rang and rang again, and then rang again. Although her brother had his own apartment, Jerry was in and out, wedding activities took more of his time than he liked, which caused him to grumble loud enough for their mother to hear. He had developed the skill of trying to get someone else to do things he did not want to do with finesse Ana almost admired. Two of the groomsmen lived out of town, which meant they were usually guests in the Lancer home for any approaching wedding function. 

Open House for the bridal couple would be the first, and hopefully the only time, other than the rehearsal and wedding, when Ana was required to be nice to Lloyd Bishop. After the wedding, if she never had to see him or speak to him again, it would suit her just fine. The doorbell had been ringing all day long, gifts were piling up in the living room, and the dining room table was already set with all the frills and fancy decorations. The maid of honor's silly giggle accompanied the cacophony of other sounds that grated on Ana's nerves. 

By mid-afternoon, Ana was not in any better mood than her brother was and when the cell phone rang, she was tempted to throw it against a wall. She had thought the pre-dawn appearance of Reece Winters, earlier in the week, had satisfied him for a while, or maybe he was going to leave her alone. It appeared he wanted to taunt her again. Cautiously she answered the call, "It's Ana."

"Willow Grove, seven o'clock, tonight." Reece's voice was gruff and his words were short. He had not had a very good day. Two hours in the attorney's office, a couple of hours on a hot, bouncing, three-wheel vehicle looking at the emerging golf course left him tired and agitated. That many more hours in a smoky bar with the golf pro, after too few hours of sleep left Reece in a foul mood. Did he really think Ana Lancer would be happy to see him after the tryst in the park, and then showing up at the restaurant and leaving after one kiss? Well, he had left her alone for four days, but he was ready for another taste of her. 

"I can't Reece. Tonight is an Open House for my brother and his soon-to-be bride and I have to be here. I'm a bridesmaid." She held her breath, waiting for the explosion.

"Outside, ten minutes, I'll pick you up."

If anyone had seen the look on her face, they might have thought she was going to faint. Reece was going to drive by her house, in broad daylight and far too many people in the house would recognize him. She was going to get in his truck with him and he would drive down the street. Anyone and everyone in town might see them together and that had never happened. As far as Ana was concerned, it was not supposed to happen. 

She looked down at the faded jeans and old sweatshirt she was wearing and really didn't care what she looked like. She had long ago discovered she could wear her brother's old jeans, if she added a sturdy belt and rolled up the legs a couple of turns. She did not care that the jeans were faded to almost a threadbare white, at least four inches too big in the waist, and the legs were at least that many inches too long. She only wore them around the house when her usual wardrobe wasn't appropriate for whatever she was doing. Hanging balloons from a string around the tops of the walls in the dining room meant going up and down a ladder, which was certainly a chore she could not do in a long skirt. 

Instead of waiting inside the house, risking a chance he would honk, and everyone would look up or out a window to see who was in front making all the noise, Ana decided to wait for Reece outside. She walked out the front door, down to the curb in front of the house and waved at the neighbor across the street who was working in her flowerbed. Oh great, the biggest gossip in town was going to see her leave home in a truck driven by Reece Winters and there was nothing Ana could do about the gossip that would begin making the rounds fifteen minutes later. She might have gotten by with getting into a white pickup, but when the truck had twenty-inch letters proclaiming it belonged to Winters Construction, it was useless to pretend to hide. 

Ana almost sighed with relief when a large sport utility vehicle stopped in front of the house and the passenger door opened from the inside. She stepped onto the running board and managed to get inside without falling down, but did not manage to get her seatbelt buckled before Reece pulled her head toward him and kissed her firmly on the mouth.

As he drove down the street, he reached over and pulled her closer. With one hand, he unbuckled her belt, slipped his hand inside the waist of her jeans, and placed his palm against the crotch of her panties, feeling the heat of her sex. Slipping his fingers inside the leg of her panties, he placed his middle finger against the seam between the lips of her pussy and applied a slight pressure until the lips separated and he was resting his finger against the entrance to her vagina. He moved his finger gently from side to side, stimulating her, the base of his finger resting against her clit. He removed his hand and put his wet finger in his mouth, watching her face as he did so. 

"Yeah, you like me to touch you, don't you, lover?" he chuckled, calling her lover either to taunt her or make her angry.

Ana glared at him, but she chose not to respond to his taunt. Instead, she told him she had to be back at the house in two hours to get dressed for the party.

"I'll take you home when I'm done with you," Reece informed her and laughed at her when she crossed her arms across her chest and looked out the side window. However, a few minutes later he was driving down the main street of town, pulling into a parking place in front of Elise's Fashionable.

"Come on," Reece commanded and left the vehicle, barely giving her time to tighten her belt buckle. When Ana did not immediately follow, he walked around the front, opened her door, and took her arm. "Ana, do not fight me on this. Consider it part of your job with Winters Construction. I don't know how long this will take. Just do as I say and I'll explain later." 

"I don't work for Winters Construction," Ana objected and tried to take her arm away from him.

Reece tightened his grip and said, "You're splitting hairs. I don't have time for it. This is the only day I can do this."

Ana fumed and followed, as instructed. Elise was the nearest thing to a female steamroller Ana had ever met. In five minutes, the woman had a CLOSED sign on the front door of her exclusive clothing shop and blinds drawn to cover the display windows. Elise did not ask if something suited Ana, she asked Reece if he liked it. It took an hour of trying on cocktail dresses, checking sizes of undergarments, and trying on different pairs of low heel shoes while Elise and her assistant made multiple trips in and out of the large dressing room with ceiling to floor mirrors. As quickly as she was pulling one dress off, another was ready to pull over her head or lowered for her to step into. Ana stood half-naked most of the time and barely managed to turn her back every time Reece walked into the room to look at a dress, or undergarment, on which Elise desired his opinion. 

That same hour gave Ana an opportunity to learn that although the actual construction on the golf course had already begun, the official start of construction for the main building of the country club was a cocktail party five nights away. Elise asked questions, which Reese answered, their conversation half about his business and the other half whatever garment Ana was wearing at the moment. At the cocktail party, Reece intended to introduce Ana as the in-house residential architect. Ana was speechless when she learned Reece was an architect in his own right and did not intend to participate in the design of any of the homes. He expected Ana to begin working as soon as she could and continue working through her final year of school.

For a short time, he left her in the care of Elise and went to the courthouse to pick up the official recorded copy of the subdivision restrictions. In those amazing few minutes, a young woman in the back of Elise's shop, cut Ana's hair into the shortest style she had ever worn. When Reece returned to get her, his lower jaw dropped as he stared at Ana for a full minute. Her dark blond hair feathered across her forehead, around her face, and down her neck. Her brown eyes filled her face, and her natural skin tone made her look like the photo of a model on the front of a fashion magazine.

By the time he left her at her house, Ana had a garment bag over one shoulder, which contained two dresses because Reece refused to decide which one he liked best and remarked that she should have both now, as it would just save him shopping time before the next event. Ana was also carrying a large shopping bag filled with undergarments because one set was for one dress and a second set was for the other dress. Reece found other silk, lace, and barely there undergarments, plus garter belts and stockings he insisted Elise add to the bag because he liked them and wanted to see Ana wearing them. A third bag held two shoeboxes. Her head was swimming so badly she did not recall everything in the bag and did not have time to think about it. 

All the way upstairs to her room, she planned to throw everything into her room, slam the door, and escape. Instead, she did as Elise instructed and put the dresses on the padded hangers Elise provided. Ana removed the wrapping from each piece of pretty lingerie and put the shoeboxes in her closet. With bare minutes to spare, she took her shower and dressed for the party. It took a monumental effort to prevent Reece from selecting a third dress for her to wear to the party and she only managed to do so because she convinced him that she was wearing a dress selected for her, by the bride.

** ** ** **

When she was finally dressed in the almost strapless dress with the short full shirt, Ana stood in front of the mirror in her room and knew she had a problem. The dress, which had an internal bra lifted her breasts so high, she was showing a deep cleavage and a very large amount of each breast was showing above the top of the dress. The very thin straps over her shoulders would never hold the dress up. Throughout the evening, the dress would slip lower and lower exposing more and more skin. The multiple layered skirt of softly swaying fabric was so short her knees showed as well as several inches of her legs above the knees. Ana grimaced, at the thought that the dress and dyed to match high heel shoes made her legs look like she was a light blue bubble on stilts.

After several hours of thanking people for the compliments on her haircut, tugging up the top of her dress, and replenishing the refreshment table, Ana was on the back patio, looking for a cooling breeze. The air conditioner was nowhere near large enough to cool the house with the constant opening and closing of doors. She walked halfway down the path toward the back fence when someone grabbed her arm and spun her around.

"Well, well, hello Ana," Lloyd Bishop smiled as he held her arm and tried to put his arms around her. "I like the change. My goodness, you're trying to show the whole world you have tits and gorgeous legs, aren't you."

"Back off, Bishop," Ana sneered at him, stepped back, and jerked her arm out of his grasp. 

"Come on, Ana," Bishop caught her arm again. "I've been between those thighs before. We can find a dark spot around the corner. I'd like a taste of you this time and I won't even ask you to blow me." 

Ana looked at the man who had roughly taken her virginity in the back seat of his car on the night of the homecoming dance during her sophomore year of high school. She didn't like him any more today than she did after that night. She tried to move away from him but he was holding her too tightly. She looked around the back yard but they were alone.

It wasn't very smart, but Ana had had her day's fill of men telling her what to do and she just couldn't resist, "You know what Bishop, your nose is crooked."

Before Ana could take a breath Lloyd Bishop had his arm around her waist, lifting her off her feet, and was making determined steps toward the side of the house.

Ana did not scream. It did not occur to her to do so. She had never encountered a man who had any interest in her. She was too startled to do anything other than kick her feet a few times.

"Ouch, dammit. Stop," Bishop complained.

"Put me down. Let me go." 

A tall, very muscular man walking out of the back door spoke in a pleasant sounding voice, "I think the lady asked you to let her go."

"Aw fuck," Bishop complained and pushed Ana straight into the arms of Reece Winters.

Ana struggled for a moment, but Reece held her, "Easy Sweetheart, easy." When she was standing quietly, he let her go and bent down to look into her face, kissed her softly and turned to go back inside the house.

Less than a minute later, Ana walked into the house and although she searched, Reece seemed to have come and gone. She saw his name in the Guest Book, but the Bride's father told her Reece had a late appointment to meet with engineers from the highway department.

** ** ** ** 

It was too late the previous evening to take down the party decorations and collect all of the glasses, dishes, and utensils. By late morning, Ana was standing in the kitchen, her hands in soapy water when the cell phone rang. "It's Ana," she gave her usual answer.

"Courthouse bell tower, thirty minutes."

"Reece," Ana screamed. She actually screamed his name.

Reece laughed. He laughed at her and patiently repeated the rendezvous instructions, "Courthouse bell tower, in thirty minutes." 

"Alright," she responded, resigned that she was going to meet him as a shiver ran down her spine while she searched for a towel with which to dry her hands.

"No bra, no panties, and I like the red skirt. You can wear it again for me. Bye, sweetheart."

"What! I am not your..." Although she responded to his taunt, Ana knew he had ended the call. He expected her to meet him in the center of town. It might not actually be the town square, but it was not far from it. Across any street around the centrally located courthouse, anyone who happened to look up could see a person standing in the bell tower. It was an open-air room, without walls, only a handrail around the perimeter with decorative spindles supporting the handrail. Almost every primary business in town, the bank, a furniture store, two jewelry stores, Elise's Fashionable, and the largest department store, had direct line of sight to the bell tower. The clock above the tower room chimed a short musical piece before the hour, and then counted out the number of the hour. Almost everyone who heard the chimes looked at the building, listening to figure out the name of the song. For a small town, the bell tower was like New York City's Grand Central Station. What was the man thinking?

** ** ** **

It took her fifteen minutes to change and walk to the courthouse and Ana was in the elevator to the second floor, with a few minutes to spare. She found a door clearly marked Bell Tower, but had no idea it was so many stairs to climb. A chain across the final few steps had a small sign suspended from it, Unsafe Beyond This Point. Ana stepped over the chain and was standing in the middle of the octagonal shaped room when Reece walked up the steps and moved across the room to stand in front of her.

"Reece, why are you doing this?" 

"I told you Ana, you do not ask me questions. Take you clothes off."

"No!" She didn't scream at him, but it was louder than she should have spoken considering she was standing on what amounted to the third floor of a building in the middle of town. Anyone paying attention could hear the echo of her voice.

Reece leaned toward her, speaking as if each word was a complete sentence, unbuttoning his shirt as he instructed her. "You take them off or I will tear them off of you. Do you understand?" 

In less time than he took to do the same to his shirt, she had her shirt unbuttoned, letting it fall behind her, and then she unzipped her skirt and let it drop. Reece looked up from unbuckling his belt, with his shirt halfway opened. He just stood there staring at her. She was beautiful, she was so beautiful he could barely breathe. She had no tan lines to mark her slightly pink skin. Small bumps on her areola grew more defined as he watched. Her nipples were dark, already beginning to pucker as she stood in the warm breeze blowing through the open-air room. She was so fair he could see the faint blue lines of her blood vessels under the skin of each breast.

Ana's waist was a natural indentation above her rounded hips, faint edges of her hipbones protruded beside her flat stomach. Her legs were long and slender, not the muscled legs of a dancer, but the slender legs of a woman. Because he was such a big man, he had not realized she was actually rather tall. Her dark eyes looked straight up at him and her naturally dark lips parted, as her tongue came out to lick her lips leaving them looking moist and soft. Her neck was long and slender, a faint heartbeat moved at the base of her throat. He could see her collarbones and the short wisps of her dark blond hair moved gently in the breeze, lifting and settling around her face. Her neatly trimmed public hair was slightly darker than the hair on her head. He wanted to reach out his hand and place it against her, just to make sure she was a warm human and not a goddess or a statue. She was not the lush heavy hipped beauty of a reclining Rubens painting, or the over generous busty sculpture found in museums. Nor did she have the model thin, hard-edged type of body so many of her peers tried to maintain. She was a smooth, slightly rounded, woman. She was simply beautiful.

"Turn...turn around, Ana," his voice was just barely above a whisper. 

Ana slipped her feet out of her shoes and did as Reece asked, no longer afraid of him. As if a sudden calm had moved into the room with them, she stood still allowing him to look at her. She stood as tall as she could and would not have known if half the people in town saw her display herself for him. 

Time seemed to stretch out, as if many minutes passed while she stood with her back to him. Muted sounds from the street below barely reached them. Car engines took vehicles another block farther away. Voices called greetings and a woman's laughter filtered up to the lofty room. Ana stood still, her eyes closed, waiting to know what he would ask of her next. 

She heard the rustle of his clothes falling and the clink of change in his pocket when his pants hit the wooden floor. After a moment, she felt his hands on her shoulders, sliding down her arms, and then running down her back. His large hands rested for a moment at her waist then slid down the sides of her hips, part of the way down her legs, and then back up, gliding across the roundness of her buttocks, to rest at her waist. He held her arms away from her body and moved his hands up her sides, rippling across her ribs, and then around to the flat plane of her stomach. Slowly his hands moved upward to cup her breasts as his hot breath stirred the short hair at the nape of her neck. Where he touched her, chills formed and left her wanting his hands to linger. Where his mouth touched her, was warmth, making her want to lean back against him, to give him greater access to her. She felt heat from his body so near her own and knew he lightly kissed the back of her neck. He moved closer to her, his skin just barely touching her with each breath he took. His hands held hers, and his erection rested against her.




Bareback Risk



Almost fearful to speak, not wanting to break the moments of intimacy, Ana asked, "Reece...may I...may I look at you."

"Beautiful" he whispered in her ear and his hands on her shoulders turned her to face him. 

Before opening her eyes, Ana took a deep breath, and then felt hands holding her face and lips touching hers. She was not aware she lifted her hands to touch him until she felt the coarse hair across the top of his chest when his arms dropped down her back to pull her closer to him as the tender kisses continued. She did not see, although she felt, his hands on her breast and his wet mouth surrounding her aching nipples. She still had not opened her eyes when she felt him taking her down to the floor or when he entered her. She only felt him fill her and move over her. She was weeping and did not know why he was soothing her, nor did she understand why she felt so wonderful. She was lifting her hips to meet each of his thrusts and shaking with a climax that almost frightened her. His hot cum was pouring into her, sending her somewhere she had never been, and she did not care to leave the feeling of euphoria. 

Ana did not want to open her eyes when Reece gathered her into his arms. She felt his arms hold her, his hands moving up and down her back, brushing her hair away from her face, and his lips touch hers. When she finally opened her eyes, she was curled into a small ball, and she was alone. Her red skirt was partially covering her and the clock in the bell tower was beginning to play music she remembered from church, but could not recall the name of the song.

** ** ** **

It had been several days since she woke in the bell tower room at the top of the courthouse. Reece had not called, he did not appear at the restaurant, and Ana had begun to think he was through with her. However, she knew better, the whole town buzzed with the newspaper's announcement of the spectacular cocktail party, the primary event for the first phase of construction for the country club. The central building was the first of many, which would turn the small town into a shopping destination for wealthy families looking for specialty shops that carried their choices of products, clothing, and furnishing needs.

Ana was surprised to hear a strange voice on the cell phone. "Miss Lancer, Reece Winters asked me to call you. I'm Reece's secretary, Hallie Benson. I'm sorry I haven't had the opportunity to meet you, but I understand that will be remedied in the next day or so."

"Yes, Hallie, what can I do for you?" Ana did not manage to keep all of the confusion out of her voice, but she hoped she at least sounded pleasant.

"Reece asked me to inform you that a car will pick you up at six o'clock this evening and that you are expected to spend the night. I believe he said you had planned to wear a black dress for the evening. He apologized but he asked me to request that you wear the red one instead."

"Yes, I can do that," Ana responded, planning to save her screams and personally deliver them to Reece the first time she got near enough to him to do so. 

As if she stepped into a whirlwind, Ana was dressed, chauffeured, and surrounded by people. She made small talk with strangers who introduced themselves and congratulated her on her position as lead architect for the residential phase of construction. Howard Winters asked her to repeat her name more times than she cared to think about and Richland Winters stood with his arm around her until Reece appeared at her other side. People placed drinks in her hand and she held them until she found a place to put them down. Every time she sat down, a stranger came up to her and led her across the room or into a different room to introduce her to another stranger.

Strategically placed around the elegantly furnished rooms of the very large home, were easels with framed drawings of the country club, artist's drawings of the various different holes and hazards of the golf course, and her own award winning drawings of houses. Reece was never around to ask how he managed to get the university to loan the drawings to him for the displays. 

Long after she was so tired she could no longer stand and be friendly, Reece found Ana sitting in a large chair in one corner of a room, her shoes on the floor and her legs tucked under her. She was leaning back with her eyes closed; pretending she could no longer hear the front door opening and closing as the last of the guests were ushered to their cars. When she opened her eyes, Reece was sitting on the arm of the chair softly brushing the back of his fingers across her cheek. 

He leaned over and spoke quietly in her ear, "Can you walk upstairs to bed, or do you want me to carry you?"

"No."

"No, what?"

"No."

Reece chuckled, "Come on, Sweetheart." He slipped one arm under her knees, the other behind her back, and picked her up. She woke up once when he was lowering the zipper on the back of her dress and again when he was pulling her stockings off. She rolled over when her head landed on a cool pillow. She snuggled into his warmth when Reece pulled her into his arms and told her to go back to sleep.

"Reece, umm-m-m, am I in your bed?"

"Yes, Sweetheart, go to sleep."

"Okay."

** ** ** **

"Reece! Reece! Oh my God, where's my clothes. It's four o'clock; you've got to take me home." Ana was sitting up in bed, shaking him, trying to get him to answer her.

Groggy, barely able to open his eyes, finally able to relax after the successful launch of his project, Reece emerged from a delicious dream. He lifted his shoulders, put his arms around Ana, and pulled her down on top of him. "Sleep, Ana, sleep. For the first night in a month, I know where you are and I want a whole night of sleep." 

Ana squirmed, trying to get away from him as her knee brushed his erection. Reece gulped in a breath of air, hissing through his teeth.

"Ana, please. Have mercy."

Not aware she was contributing to his problem, or not aware what the problem was, Ana struggled until Reece rolled over on top of her, holding her down. He put his mouth on her, enjoying the slight salty taste of her neck. Ana put her hands on his face and lifted his head so she could make sure he understood what she was saying.

"Reece, I need to go home."

"No. I need you. I need to make love to you. I need my cock buried inside you so deep you can't think of anything but loving me back."

Before she could respond, Reece lowered his mouth to hers, and then he kissed her cheek, he kissed her eyes, he ran his tongue around the curl of her ear, and sucked her earlobe into his mouth. She rubbed herself against his thigh when his knee pushed between her legs, up tight against her. His erection was hard, lightly brushing against her as she moved and his balls rested against her thigh when she lifted her knee between his legs.

His mouth moved down her body until he could taste her breast. With a hand on each side of one breast, Reece applied pressure causing her nipple to rise to a peak. He moved his tongue from side to side, up and down, and sucked it into his mouth. Her nipple grew hard, and harder still and he would not let go of her. A line of saliva rolled down the side of her breast and seeped under his fingers, as he loved her.

She whimpered and shook from the intensity of feeling his hands and mouth on her. Ana whispered his name when Reece moved to the other breast, leaving one wet, hurting for a return of his attention. She lifted her shoulders, trying to push the other breast into his mouth, her hand on the back of his head, holding him to her. 

Her hands moved down his back, feeling his shoulder blades and the indentation of his backbone. Her hands came up, along the ripple of his ribs and between their bodies, brushing through the dense hair on his chest until Ana found his small male nipples. Using the heel of her hand, she rubbed from side to side, threading through the course hair and up to run along the ridges of his collarbones. Her hands moved down his arms, feeling the tight muscles as he held himself above her, then came back up to rest on the roundness of his broad shoulders.

Reece lifted his head and looked down at Ana, watching her eyes as her hands dropped down to the bed when he moved between her legs and sat back. He leaned forward resting his hands at her waist, holding her, feeling a tremor in her body.

His voice was rough, "Tell me you want me, Ana. Say the words."

"Reece..." her voice shook, a faint whisper.

"Touch me, show me what you want. Tell me." Ana opened her mouth, but could not give him the words he wanted to hear. He braced his arms beside her and leaned forward, his breath soft on her lips, "Tell me you are here because you want this, not because I command it."

"Will you...can you," Ana swallowed hard, lifted her hands up to hold his face, raised her head to kiss him, and asked, "Reece, will you make love to me?"

"Oh God," he groaned as his head went back, his breathing deep and hard when she raised her hips as her hand moved down between their bodies to encircle his cock, holding him tight against her heat. "Easy baby, easy."

He moved his hips forward, sliding the head of his cock into her, resting a moment while the sensitivity of his cock head adjusted to the heat and wetness she offered. He wanted to hurry, yet he needed to wait for her to adjust to him. He remembered their afternoon in the park, how her internal muscles squeezed his knuckles together. He drew back and moved a little further into her, watching her face. She was watching him. She had never watched before. In the trees, he was kissing her, preventing her from screaming with her climax as she pulled him inside herself. In the bell tower, she closed her eyes as if she was involved only in what she was feeling. 

When Ana lifted her hips, Reece moved a little deeper, sliding slowly into her, deeper, and then deeper still, until he was resting his full length in her, his balls gently resting against her. He had never been so deeply inside her before, fearful he might hurt her. Ana was breathing deeply, blowing her breath out, and then she squeezed. He felt her muscles tighten around him. He lowered his head and waited a moment, believing he could remain just where he was for an endless eternity, waitingfor her to tighten around him again. But he could not remain still, he had to move, explore her, he had to experience the feel of her inner velvet, stroking her with his full length as he moved out of her, drawing out until all that remained inside her was the head of his cock.

Ever so slowly, he was moving back into her, watching her breasts rise and fall as her breathing increased, and feeling the cushion of her softness when he was once again, fully embedded in her. He wanted to stop inside her, but he could not. His blood was surging through his body, fueled by the knowledge she wanted him, maybe even as desperately as he needed her. 

"Oh...oh, yes," her voice drifted up to him, swirling around him as he moved in and out as slowly as he dared. Wanting this to last, needing to give her the pleasure of his body, he sought to experience that something in her he had never felt with another woman.

Beneath him, Ana's head rolled from side to side, or stopped when she took a deep breath, and then resumed with the intensity of her approaching climax. 

"Reece...oh, Reece." There was wonder in her voice, tinged with a note of fear or surprise.

"Easy, baby, easy. Enjoy it Ana, let me love you." Then he could no longer talk. His mouth, hungry for another taste of her, could not form words. 

Her hips moved up and down, asking him to go faster, as she shook, while her hands braced against his shoulders. Perspiration formed on his back, ran down the center of his chest, and glistened on her skin. 

"So good...so good...oh...oh," and then the sounds from her were wordless, a deep groan as if she was sliding down into the pleasure of her orgasm. Her body shook, and her hips bounced beneath him.

Looking between their bodies, he saw the muscles of her stomach quiver. He heard the squishing sounds of his movements in and out of her. He watched his cock emerge, wet with her juices, and felt her heat when he pushed back into her. He slammed into her unwilling to end the feel of her and knowing it would not last as long as he wanted.

His mindless movements were those of an animal, without thought, unaware of the feeling a moment ago that his arms were burning with the strain of his efforts. His balls were tight, burning, hurting with the need to let go and still he moved above her. He growled as he pounded against her, going faster, and faster still, feeling her inner muscles throbbing around his cock.

Reece exploded, white flashes burst behind his eyelids while his head jerked back, again, and again. Hot cum roared from his balls, up his cock and blasted against her cervix when he slammed his hips against her. Holding himself inside her, his movements were no longer the evenly paced thrusts he could maintain earlier. 

She shook beneath him again, a soft scream building, rising higher, her fingers digging into his flesh with the intensity of her second orgasm. He lowered his shoulders, holding her down, jerking against her, while her muscles milked him, took all he had to give, and left him trembling as badly as she was.

A moment of clarity caused Reece to roll to the side and gather Ana into his arms. A quiet calmness settled over them, similar to the bed covers Reece pulled up over Ana when he felt her shiver as her skin turned cool.

"Ana?"

"Hm-m?" 

"Can we have at least four children? I did not like being an only child."

"Reece?"

"I know. We should get married, too. But I'd really like to have a large family."

"Okay, as soon as I finish school. I want to work, too. I really want to be an architect."

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